Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  “You too.” When Cillian snatched another fry off my plate, I sighed and pushed it slightly closer to Tom. “Fry?”

  He eyed it somewhat dubiously. “Not for me, thanks all the same.”

  “More for me.” Cillian winked at me. I didn’t want to smile, but I couldn’t help it. Something in me just melted, and I smiled at that stupid wink. Cillian was trouble. The only problem was, he was the kind of trouble that came with multiple orgasms and the sculpted abs that normal people just didn’t have.

  They both ordered food when one of the servers came to the table. Cillian, notably, did not get fries for himself. Not that that stopped him from snacking on mine.

  Fry-thievery aside, it was actually a pretty pleasant evening. Cillian was his normal charming self, and Tom turned out to have a very dry sense of humor that had me in stitches. They both got shepherd’s pie – the house special – with a side of steak tips for Tom, and we lingered long after the food was gone. Cillian offered to share, so I couldn’t stay irritated with him.

  I got through about two and a half beers and was starting to feel a pretty good buzz. The more I had to drink, the more my body remembered exactly how good in bed Cillian was.

  My naughty thoughts weren’t just limited to Cillian, either. Tom had really nice arms, perfectly displayed by rolled-up sleeves, which honestly wasn’t playing fair. I pressed my fingers against his arm a few times as we talked, felt nothing but hard muscle. I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have his arms around me, or under me as he pushed me up against the wall…

  Eventually I pushed my chair back, the scrape along the wooden floor lost to the voices and laughter around us. “I should get home.” I was flushed from more than just the booze, and the vibrator sitting in the drawer in my end table sounded like a really good idea. I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair and slipped it on.

  Cillian was immediately on his feet. “Let us walk you, love.” I hesitated, and he gave me one of those charming smiles. “I know you get nervous out there at night alone.”

  I’d told him that at one point. I didn’t live too far away, but my mom had instilled in me what I often thought of as a somewhat irrational fear of being out after dark on my own. “Okay.”

  Tom finished off the last of his beer and got up as well. I’m short, but I’ve got some extra plush and a solid pair of hips. Standing next to him, it was impossible not to feel petite and delicate. Cillian caught my hand, and the three of us made our way through the room until we were out in the cool night air. He didn’t release me when we were out on the sidewalk, either.

  Tom fell in step on my other side as we headed back to my apartment. It felt a bit weird for my fingers to be clasped inside Cillian’s and not be connected to Tom as well, given exactly how much flirting had been going on inside, so I slipped my hand into the crook of his elbow.

  He glanced at me and smiled, but he didn’t say anything.

  The yellow street lights overhead cast long shadows out into the street. It wasn’t particularly cold, but I felt nice and warm between them. That was a thought, being between them…

  “You feeling better now, then, love?” Cillian asked.

  I looked up at him sharply. “Better than what?”

  “You had that look about you. That too tense between the shoulders, pinch between the eyes look.” He grinned and nodded to me. “Like that one, only a little less angry.”

  “Everything alright?” The concern in Tom’s voice was surprising – and touching.

  I let out a long sigh. “Yeah, just a long day. My boss likes to micromanage, even when she’s not there to know what’s going on. I usually end up getting lectured for things I did do, things I didn’t do, and things that aren’t even my responsibility.” I was kind of over it. I liked my job managing the coffee shop, I liked most of my customers, I liked my staff, but my boss was really the worst.

  “Does Tom need to kill someone for you?” Cillian’s tone was serious enough to give me a little twinge of alarm. He just smiled. A glance at Tom showed the large man giving me an enigmatic shrug that could’ve meant anything from don’t mind my strange friend to yeah, and I’ll even dispose of the body.

  “No, no killing necessary.”

  “Then you know what you do need?” I recognized the purr in Cillian’s voice, the unmistakable invitation that I always meant to turn down but somehow ended up with me getting naked.

  “Oh no. That’s not happening.” I wasn’t sure my words convinced anyone, even me. It was what I said every time, but I told myself I meant it this time – even if it was just because it would be rude to be all, thanks for walking me home; I’m going to fuck your friend now.

  Cillian transferred his grip on my fingers to his other hand so he could wrap his arm around my waist. “You should feel it, Tom.” He snugged me in against his side, my hand up in front of him so he could place a hot kiss across my knuckles. “Her mouth is intoxicating.”

  I tensed enough that they probably both felt it. Cillian’s words didn’t particularly surprise me. This was a variation on the same shit he pulled whenever he found me flirting with someone. But this was usually the point where whoever I was flirting with ran away screaming, and I found I didn’t really want Tom to do that.

  Tom’s response floored me. “Tell me about it.”

  Cillian proceeded to describe our first interlude in a staggering amount of detail. Memories flashed through my mind, breathed into life by his lilting words.

  The brick wall was cool against my back. Cillian pressed into me, his mouth moving roughly over mine. One hand skimmed up along my waist until he cupped my breast, his thumb flicking a teasing dance over my nipple.

  His lips slid back along my jaw until he could murmur in my ear, “You sure you want to do this out here, love?”

  “We’re not really doing anything.” The promise of hard muscles greeted my fingers when they slid over his chest. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel skin. My hands slipped under the hem of his shirt, tracing out the dips and ridges of what promised to be a pretty spectacular show.

  He nipped at my ear and nuzzled into the hollow just beneath, sending jolts of heat through me. “We’re not going to be not doing anything for long if you keep that up.”

  I had to step to the side to move away from him, but I wanted to see. I lifted his shirt, and the sight of his chiseled abs made me lick my lips. I didn’t just want to lick my lips, I wanted to lick him. I leaned forward to explore the broad planes of his torso with my mouth. I felt him shift, heard soft, appreciative noises as my lips moved along his skin.

  Down, I seemed to be moving down. It was only natural that when I got to the waist of his pants, I pulled the button free and opened the zipper with a soft whisper. His cock was hard just underneath, flushed and thick enough to promise a good stretch. I licked along the length of his erection before peering up into his face.

  He looked down at me through half-lidded eyes, his fingers caught in my long, red hair. “What are you doing to me?”

  “You tell me.” I eased his pants down enough to close my fingers around his smooth length. I pumped slowly up and down as I teased at the head with my tongue until he shifted into me, seeking more. It was only then that I opened wide and drew him inside, welcoming his cock along my tongue.

  “Fuck me,” he murmured. His fingers pressed in against my scalp, but he let me dictate the pace. I bobbed back and forth slow, then fast. I’d ease back enough to let my lips glide over just the head before pulling him in deep.

  At last I settled into the rhythm he seemed to like, pulling him in to the back of my tongue again and again.

  It wasn’t long before he tugged on my head, urging me away. “Off, love.” I pulled off just in time for him to come into a handkerchief he’d pulled out of somewhere.

  He’d offered to reciprocate, but I was very aware of being out in public and didn’t want to be caught. He’d walked me home. I’d felt a little nauseous and a little weirded out
because I wasn’t normally a fucking in public kind of person, so I hadn’t invited him up.

  He’d definitely made it up to me the next time we’d run into each other, though. He didn’t tell Tom that bit, just kept waxing poetic about my oral skills until my face was so hot I was pretty sure I had to be glowing.

  I kept my green eyes on the sidewalk just ahead of my feet, staring at it without really seeing it. When Cillian wound down, I risked a glance up at Tom.

  He turned to meet my gaze, his eyes dark with promise. The intensity there sent heat twisting through me. He held my eyes for a moment before looking over my head to Cillian. “You know I’m not usually into h- small women. Too afraid I’ll break them.”

  Cillian grinned. “I haven’t broken Eva, and I’ve sure tried.”

  My eyes slid closed. I hadn’t thought it was possible for my face to get any warmer, but I was wrong. I couldn’t stay like that, though; I had to watch where I was going. I was pretty sure I knew where the evening was headed, and I didn’t want to ruin it by putting my foot down the wrong way and twisting my ankle.

  Not that I minded ending the day like that. No, because while Cillian’s words seemed to work pretty well for Tom, I wasn’t entirely unaffected. Caught between them, with the low purr of his voice practically in my ear and the happy, loose, warm feeling in my limbs, my mind just ran with it. What if while I leaned over to blow Tom, Cillian was behind me…

  Maybe Cillian was right. Maybe some hot, no-strings sex was the perfect way to chase away the last of the day’s tension. But not if Tom thought he’d break me. I needed to put a stop to that. I stood in the middle of the sidewalk and pulled my hands free so I could set them on my hips. “You got a magic dick that’s going to break me if I blow you?” I asked Tom.

  Humor cracked the intensity on his face. “Maybe I do.”

  “I doubt that.”

  He moved fast for as big as he was. One hand slipped into the small of my back, pulling me against him almost before I realized what was going on. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back an instant before his mouth fell on mine, hard and demanding. The kiss seared right through me, sending heat twisting through my belly and short-circuiting my brain.

  He lifted away only a second later, taking a long, ragged breath. “Is this what you want?”

  Eyes wide, I swallowed as I stared up at him. “Uh-huh,” was all I had the coherency for.

  “Maybe not here.” Cillian’s hand settled on my hip. “Eva’s mouth is amazing, but her bed is nice, too.”

  Tom’s face cracked into a smile, and a giggle bubbled up from my throat. He slipped free and took my hand to tuck it into the crook of his elbow. “Don’t know why we’re still standing out here, then.”

  Cillian took my other hand, and we continued down the sidewalk. The air around us seemed to hum with excitement, and I couldn’t wait to get home.

  2

  By the time we made it to my apartment, anticipation practically crackled in the air between us. Desire had me feeling all warm and tingly, and it took a second to concentrate on maneuvering the keys to get us inside.

  As soon as I stepped over the threshold into the living room, Cillian slipped the jacket from my shoulders. He caught my hand and spun me to face him. Deft fingers pulled the keys out of my hand and tossed them on my low coffee table even as his other arm came around me.

  I was just barely aware of Tom shutting the door as Cillian’s mouth took mine. I wasn’t the only one with oral skills. With his hands gently cupping my face, he explored my mouth like it was the first time. He nipped at my lips, teased at my tongue, and I couldn’t help a moan when he sucked my lower lip into his mouth.

  “That’s it,” he murmured. His mouth moved back along my jaw to work into the sensitive hollow under my ear, sending jolts of warmth shivering through me. “Get nice and loud so Tom can hear you.”

  Tom. I searched for him, only to see he’d taken a seat on my low couch. His dark eyes burned with intensity as he watched. “Are you not going to join us?”

  “Not yet.” His fingers trailed absently over his knee, back and forth, back and forth, and I wondered if he was even aware of it. “I’ll join in later.”

  Cillian hadn’t stopped the delicious things he was doing to the side of my neck. “He’s worried he’ll hurt you,” he murmured. He bit my earlobe, tugging until a spark of pain edged the pleasure and made me gasp. “You’ll just have to show him how much you like it.”

  Tom was a big guy. I could definitely see him being worried about accidentally hurting someone. I opened my mouth to say something, but Cillian gripped my hips and spun me toward the couch. “Go to him, love. Show him he doesn’t have anything to worry about.”

  “Cillian…” Tom’s warning was clear, but he still held up his hands as I approached.

  I took them, letting him steady me as I sank down to straddle his hips with my thighs. He was wide enough that even that was a bit of a stretch, though definitely not an unpleasant one. I traced the slope of his nose with one gentle finger. “I don’t think you’d hurt me,” I told him quietly, my eyes locked on his. I meant it. He just seemed so earnest and careful.

  “Not on purpose.” He nipped at the end of my finger when I ran it across his lips, making me snatch it back with a grin. “But I get a bit carried away sometimes.”

  I leaned down to press my lips to his, just a gentle kiss before straightening away. Sitting on him made me taller – probably the only time that would happen. Not that I really thought I’d see him again. “You can get a bit carried away. I won’t mind.”

  His hands settled on my hips, his fingers pressing in against me for just a moment. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” As desire made his voice lower, the accent got thicker.

  “I think she does.” Cillian’s voice came from right behind me. I hadn’t heard him move, but he was close enough to slide his hand into the scoop neck of my shirt. Warm fingers dipped into my bra until he cupped one of my breasts. He rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb before they closed down in a sharp bite.

  My breath caught and a soft noise slipped out, and I couldn’t help but arch into him. Which pushed my breasts practically into Tom’s face. I braced myself against his shoulders to get a bit of distance, but I couldn’t move away from Cillian’s touch.

  “She likes it,” Cillian whispered with exaggerated care before abruptly letting go.

  I relaxed, my shoulders slumping and my breasts falling out of the range of being a danger for Tom to smother in them. “Sorry,” I said.

  Cillian’s touch smoothed over my shoulder before his fingers twined in my hair. He pulled my head back so he could lick at my lower lip. “Tell him you like it, love, before he pulls something trying to be gentle.”

  “I do,” I breathed before Cillian’s mouth closed over mine.

  Tom’s fingers went absolutely still on my hips before his hands closed in the front of my shirt. He tore it from hem to neck, the fabric giving with a wet sound.

  Heat twisted through me. I still didn’t think Tom would hurt me, but a physical display of how strong he really was only made the whole situation that much hotter.

  He yanked down one of the cups of my sky blue bra, his fingers encircling my breast. I swore I heard the lace tear. I hadn’t cared so much about the shirt, but bras were expensive, and finding cute ones in my size was like finding a unicorn. I tore my lips away from Cillian to protest, but anything I might have said evaporated into nothing when Tom drew my nipple deep into his mouth.

  He bit down until the edge of his teeth stung, then soothed me with his tongue. And then again and again until I couldn’t keep still.

  “You wanted to say something, love?” Cillian asked, amused as hell.

  “Yeah.” My voice was little more than a breathless murmur. “Be careful with my bra!” The last word rose in a sharp cry as I felt the edge of Tom’s teeth.

  Cillian twisted the back of the band, and the pressure around my midse
ction eased as my bra fell open. “Better?” He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he kissed me deeply. His fingers pushed down over my other breast so he could pluck and twist that pert nipple.

  I arched into them, my fingers biting into Tom’s shoulders as pleasure spiraled through me. It bordered on too much, especially when Tom bit down and Cillian pinched tight at the same time, but I only craved more.

  Tom’s hand in the small of my back pulled me in closer, pushing me down against him. It would have been precarious if Cillian hadn’t been behind me, supporting my shoulders. My center lay over the hard ridge of Tom’s cock, separated by only a few layers of fabric. He ground me against him until I had to break the kiss to draw a deep, unsteady breath.

  The seam of my own pants rolled over my clit every time he moved me. It was a little too hard, and before long it would start to chafe, but for right now it was just what I needed. I picked up the rhythm he dictated, rocking into him each time he pressed down. Pleasure licked through me. I chased it, but it wasn’t enough. “God, I want…” More.

  Tom released me with a wet pop, and Cillian’s hands fell away only to catch my upper arms. “Come on up, love.” He helped steady me as I shifted backward, getting up off Tom’s thighs.

  “Not so far,” Tom said. His thumbs hooked into the belt loops at the side of my pants, pulling me closer until I stood between his knees. He leaned forward until his lips touched the soft curve of my stomach. His fingers brushed against my bare skin as he skimmed over to slip the button free and ease the zipper down.

  Cillian helped me out of the remnants of my shirt and my bra. When they were both discarded on the floor, his hands curled around my shoulders and he leaned in to murmur in my ear. “Kneel when you get down there, love. Be careful how much you tease, because you’ll get it right back.”

  I put my head back to look at him over my shoulder. “Is that a promise?”

  A wicked smile crossed his face, and he leaned in to give me a quick kiss.