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

by L. A. Boruff

  Nathan lowered one of his hands to his dick and began stroking himself. His erection was a ruddy red, spilling copious amounts of precum with each pump of his fist. It was now or never for all three of us.

  "So good." He groaned while continuing to feast on her pretty little pussy.

  “Your close aren’t you, Nathan?”

  He whimpered.

  “Fuck or suck?” I asked.

  “Suck me off,” he said. “Want to make it last.”

  “Watch Miss Reeve,” I said, going to my knees in front of them.

  Nathan sat back, giving me room to attack his cock with my mouth. His length glistened in the soft glow of the room. His balls were like two rocks pulled tight to his body. I lowered my face to his groin and opened, allowing him to slide across my tongue. The taste of his essence exploded on my taste buds and I groaned.

  “Shit... Coming.” At the same moment he lifted his hips, he pushed down on my head and unloaded on me. Spurt after spurt of his release painted the back of my throat and I willingly drank it down. Nathan sagged, though his cock stayed hard. He eased me off of him and gave me a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that.”

  I wasn’t. “Don’t be.” I looked to Miss Reeve, who had her fingers between her thighs, fucking herself. “Looks like someone is in need, Nathan.”

  “Indeed,” he whispered.

  “Condom or raw, Miss Reeve?” Though I may have my preference of how the night played out, I didn’t care either way. I’d do everything in my power to protect her.

  She bit her bottom lip. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, swirling with arousal and lust. “Raw. I’m... I’m on birth control.”

  Nathan hesitated for a moment. “You’re sure, Anne?”

  She nodded a bit more confident now. “Yes.”

  “Take her, Nathan,” I said. “Your ass is mine.”

  7

  Nathan

  I eased Anne forward on the couch and slipped between her thighs. My mind spun with arousal, dizzy on lust. On this all-consuming need coursing through my veins. Being with Jack was one thing, both of them... I wasn’t sure I’d survive, let alone be able to explain any of this to Elizabeth. However, I pushed the thought aside. Later, I’d worry about this thing between the three of us, and how to explain it to my daughter.

  Anne smiled down at me as I fit the tip of my dick to her entrance. She kissed me. This time it was sweet and sensual as she welcomed me into her body. It’d been a long time since I felt the grip of a tight pussy around me. Even though I came down Jack’s throat, I fought through the urge to shoot once more. Years, I spent trying to remember what this sensation was like. Years, I couldn’t give myself permission to take another lover. I worried I’d sully Elizabeth’s mother. I worried I’d break Susann’s heart, irrational as it was.

  “Are you okay, Nathan?” Anne’s sweet voice undid the emotional wave, I tried hard to hold back.

  I retreated and filled her fully. "Yes. I will be." I glanced up at her. Tears burned behind my eyes. I was always a weepy kind of guy. My father called me a girl a few times because I did shed a tear or fifty over time.

  “Am I your first since...” She didn’t have to say Susann’s name.

  I nodded.

  "Oh, Nathan." She gathered me into her arms and kissed me.

  The heat generated between us, the passion, pushed aside the sappiness and allowed me to revel in the sheer joy of finally finding myself inside Anne. She gripped me tightly. Her snug channel rippled and pulsed around me, placing electric kisses along my length. The wet heat surrounded me—cradled me with each thrust.

  I groaned into her kiss, falling into it, never wanting to leave this moment. Then I heard the click of a cap and I knew what was coming. The heat of Jack’s body covered my back. His slick cold fingers massaged my hole. I cursed. My pace faltered. Jack slid one of his fingers into my rear and I saw stars. A harsh sound was ripped from me when he rubbed my prostate.

  “Found it,” Jack teased while continuing to play with me.

  “Jack...” I muttered, my breath seizing in my chest.

  Already I could feel my cock thickening inside of Anne, ready to blow at any second. If he continued to fondle me, I’d lose it before he even got inside me. He urged me forward, filling Anne completely to the hilt. She cried out, spasming around me. The small quiver of her mini-orgasm chased the tingle down my spine. I could only take so much before I lost it. The maddening edge of pleasure and pain mixed low in my belly. I clenched my jaw, holding on by such a thin thread.

  “Easy,” Jack whispered against my back, before pressing a kiss there. “Let me in, Nathan.”

  The crest of his erection pressed past the band of muscles and I hissed at the pinch of pain. I flexed within Anne, needing to move, but Jack held me still. Each of his probing thrusts only cranked up the knot of bliss tightening within me. I couldn't take much more of this. So, I took control. I eased out of Anne, which pushed more of Jack's length into me.

  With the best concentration I could muster in those moments, I fucked them both. Nothing had ever felt this wild. This good. I couldn't explain the emotions ping-ponging inside of me other than I wanted to feel it over and over again. The sparking tingle of my impending climax cascaded through me. I could feel it in every hair follicle. In my skin. My nipples were hard. My stomach muscles were taut.

  Jack grunted and groaned behind me while Anne sobbed and dug her nails into my shoulders. Her vaginal muscles cinched up on me before the rhythmic pulse of her release hit me hard. I let out a low groan giving over to it and poured my release into her. I continued to move, extending both of our pleasure while also aiding Jack. He gripped my hips and I grabbed Anne’s. I stayed within her now, not wanting to leave her. The head of Jack’s dick banged against my prostate and I felt a smaller, dry orgasm build within me.

  He went crazy behind me. His thrusts were uneven. The sounds he made were pained like he tried to hold off on purpose. Was he afraid of this? Had we gotten to this moment and now, he had second thoughts?

  "Let go, Jack," Anne whispered. "We have you."

  I pressed my face to her neck and let out a series of noises that embarrassed me. I realized I kept saying I never experienced anything like what I did with Anne and Jack, however it’d been true. I hadn’t and this... Even though my orgasm was different, I throbbed within Anne once more. Jack thrust one last time and shouted a curse, I was sure everyone would hear. The wet heat of his cum filled my rear and I sagged against Anne.

  I don’t know how long we stayed like that, holding each other. The moment was right. We all needed it. I was quite sure of that. When we did untangle ourselves, my alarm went off, signaling it was morning. Elizabeth would be calling soon so we could go over what she had planned for the day.

  We dressed in relative silence. The anxious energy I fear I might feel afterward wasn’t there, just contentment. The arousal of understanding what transpired in my office still floated through my veins. I hoped to explore more of this with both of them later. There was also joy within my heart and a bit of lightness took root as well.

  “Well, don’t you have a shit eating grin on your face, Dr. Sawyer,” Jack teased before pressing his lips to mine.

  “I do,” I replied, tugging Anne into my arms then kissed the crown of her head. “Because of you two.”

  * * *

  The night before St. Patrick’s Day arrived in relative silence. Surprisingly. Cekar had come and gone from the warehouse several times over the last several days. He took the burden of this mission on his shoulders and I could tell how much it upset Anne. Though she wouldn’t say it, I had a feeling she’d known Cekar for a long time, and she looked up to the necromancer. I suspected he’d been the one to direct her when it came to the dark arts as well.

  A soft knock came at my office door before it opened, and Anne stepped inside, closing it behind her. Speak of the devil. She locked it, which surprised me before crossing to me. There was a bit of fear and trepidation in her eyes.
I could assume to know all the reasons why, but I also realized, she wanted to talk. Since Jack was away at one of his meetings with MI6, this was the perfect time for us to do so.

  “What’s on your mind?” I said, offering her a seat in front of my desk. I was still somewhat awkward about our arrangement and never fully understood our boundaries while at work.

  Anne didn't take the offered chair, instead, she sat on my lap. My groin tightened as the sweet roundness of her rear relaxed against me. "Everything. I worry about Cekar."

  I nodded. “He’s been invested.”

  She pursed her lips. “He’s always been one to take on more responsibility than he has to. He could delegate more. Allow me to help him prepare for the coming war.”

  “He doesn’t want to lose you if the Fear Gorta does show himself. You’ve seen the photos. We’ve seen the bodies or what could be considered bodies.” I wrapped my arm around her. “This is the job, Anne.”

  She nodded. A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I didn’t expect it to be this hard though.”

  Neither did I. I never lied to my daughter. Never held back when it came to the truth. Now, every time I spoke to her, I did so with ease. “I don’t think it’ll ever get easier until we figure out who opened the ley lines under London.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay with everything—us?” The quickness in which she changed subject left my head spinning, but I understood.

  “Of course. Are you?”

  “Yes. I have done some thinking since the other night. I should always keep an open mind in these situations. Love can happen anywhere. Not, that I think we’re all in love. Sex doesn’t make a relationship.” She turned her face from me, but I could still see the red blush creeping across her cheeks.

  “Do you love us, Anne?” I didn’t know if I could love another person, specifically a woman. I had issues. With Susann’s death and raising Elizabeth on my own, I spent many years closed off to the idea of falling in love with anyone, man or woman, however with Anne I could see myself very happy with her and with Jack.

  “I don’t know,” she answered. “I am happy. Though we are unconventional.”

  “I’ll take it,” I answered, turning her face to me. “I’ll take it.”

  I kissed her. I meant it as a gentle coax to remind her of how much she did mean to me. It became an inferno of emotions. Lust. Desire. Love. Arousal. All of it coursed through my veins. Anticipation clawed at my gut. Adrenaline made my heart pound. She straddled me then. The heat of her sex seared my crotch and I groaned.

  “I want you in bed. Away from this place,” I groaned, palming her ass.

  “Here is where we are, Nathan.” She smiled at me.

  “Are you sure?”

  She pulled up her skirt, then pushed her panties to the side. “Yes.”

  That was all the encouragement I needed. She slid back allowing me to open my pants and pull out my cock. Then she was there, taking me into her. The scrape of her panties along my length sent a thrill of excitement through me. My head fell back onto my chair and I groaned. The warmth of her sex encased me in its slickness. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was sure. When she sat flush to my lap, I didn’t move. I took a moment to enjoy the way she rippled and tugged, accommodating me. I hadn’t had a chance to do this last time.

  The connection between us grew as did the yearning to move. Yet, I continued unmoving. I kissed her again, in no rush to complete anything. I sipped from her lips, learning every inch of her. I swallowed her soft sighs, consuming her like a breath of fresh air. She twitched around me, and I groaned. I bet I could sit here and just by the way she squeezed me, could make me cum.

  “Are you going to move?” she teased.

  “Eventually.” I gave her a short thrust. “You feel too good to move.”

  “So do you.” She rocked forward. “I ache for you, Nathan.”

  “Same.”

  Our pace was slow. Gentle. Our startled gasps and pleasured sobs were shared between us, and no one else. There was no need to hurry. No urgency to fulfill. We had time. We had now. I pressed my face to her neck and inhaled. The soft scent of lavender and lilacs surprised me. I expected something spicy, strong to match her personality. Nonetheless, the perfume fit her.

  We hit our stride. The ebb and flow of our pace sent a wave of bliss crashing over me, still, there was no incessant craving to finish this. Anne arched to me exposing the length of her neck and a peek of her perfect breasts. The change in our position had me bottoming out inside her and I groaned.

  The harsh sensation sent sparks flying through my system. My gut clenched. My balls ached. I said her name on a gasp and she was right there with me. I laid her on my desk and thrust into her hard and fast unable to stop the impending climax tingling at my spine. Her nails dug into my forearms, clinging to me for purchase. It added to my arousal. I found her hard clit, trapped by her panties, and ripped the offending garment from her body.

  Surprise filled her features. Hell, I’d been surprised too. I shoved the material into my pocket then set my attention back to Anne. I licked the pad of my thumb then pressed it to her clit. She clenched around me and I saw stars. My heart lodged in my throat. Her thighs trembled as she rode my cock hard before a keen cry of satisfaction fell from her lips and she began milking me. I gave over to it, coming hard with a low groan of pleasure.

  “Sorry about your panties,” I whispered, before kissing her.

  “They were my favorite.”

  I winced. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

  She giggled, causing her internal muscles to ripple around me. We both groaned as another wave of our releases washed over us. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” I knew we’d make a mess, but at that moment I didn’t care. I gathered her in my arms then sat back on my chair. I didn’t want to pull out yet. A small voice inside my head said she needed this connection as much as I did. I cradled her body to mine, tucking her head into the crook of my neck. “We will get through all of this, I promise.”

  “Yes, we will. I believe in all of us,” she replied confidence filled her tone.

  8

  Anne

  Tonight, was the night. Cekar and I spent time gathering all of the things he’d need to call forth and bind the demon plaguing London. I stared at the open doorway leading to the offices. Jack and Nathan were discussing contingency plans if something went wrong and more civilians died. MI6 already had extra security about, but it also left them vulnerable as well.

  I hated this. Hated being relegated to the shadows because I was mortal. If I’d been like Cekar or even Lucian I’d be better off and could fight. Cekar shook his head as though he heard my thoughts. I absently wondered if maybe he did.

  “Your brain is always working,” he said. “Always trying to find a way.”

  “I wouldn’t be the best at my job if I wasn’t,” I replied.

  “True. You want to be out there with us tonight.”

  There were so many different implications with his statement. “Yes. This is my job. I am the best of the best. How can I do my part for the team if I am locked up in this warehouse while those of you on this new team are out there?”

  "Isn't that the point?" Cekar placed the leather pouch he'd been filling on the table and turned to me. "You are here for your knowledge. Your ability to understand the most complex of situations. You are the person this team turns to when all rational ideas are laid to rest. You have an understanding of spells and divinity of all things dead, alive and demonic. That is your gift. Just as Dr. Sawyer specializes reacclimating people to their surroundings and Dr. Sutton has his degree in all things paranormal. You three are the cogs that turn the wheel of this machination created by British Intelligence. We're here to make sure the wheel doesn't stop."

  “Are you saying you’re expendable?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “We’re just the pieces to fix this mess.”

  I frowned. “I hate that I can’t be there for you.”<
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  “I am grateful you wish you could be. It means you care.” He touched my hand then gave it a squeeze. “I am proud of you, Anne.”

  Heat filled my cheeks. “Thank you, Cekar.”

  The festivities didn't disappoint. Drinking had begun early in the day and by nightfall, the crowds were only growing bigger. Yes, tonight was the perfect time for the demon to strike again. Because MI6 was involved in our small covert organization, we had all the latest tech and could patch into any of the hundreds of feeds throughout London.

  While Jack watched the CCTV footage, Nathan and I watched the live feed from where Cekar and Ronan stood. They blended in well, though I worried more about Lucian and Nkosi. Both of them and Adam would need the most help in adapting to this century. Before they left, everyone had been given an earpiece to allow us to communicate. Again, Nathan had a list of inventions to teach the team about after we cleared this case.

  Azrael left earlier than the others. He would be spending his evening with the reapers as they were there to clean up the dead if something tragic was to befall anyone. Yes, through the database they were apprised of the coming death. How many, Azrael couldn't tell us. We couldn't disturb the fabric of time nor the fates. Destiny would take those who were supposed to leave the mortal plane.

  “Radio check,” Nathan said.

  Each one said their name, the most excited of them, Nkosi, said it enthusiastically, which caused some to look at him strangely. Lucian waved them off, told them all his friend was drunk, which, drinking was the main delight for the evening. I glanced over at the camera where Cekar and Ronan stood. They were away from everyone. They’d have no warning before the bodies hit the floor and then, total pandemonium.