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

by L. A. Boruff

  He smirked and slowed the car closer to the speed limit. “It’s okay, kiddo. I’ll go slower so I donna scare ya.”

  My lips parted, ready to fling a few more choice words – he hadn’t called me kiddo in a long time. Did he think I wasn’t ready and willing? Fuck that noise.

  Unclicking my seat belt, I stretched my body across the center console and draped myself across his lap. I kissed him briefly, but his lips were nowhere near my final destination.

  “Go as fast as you can handle, fae. Just don’t wreck your mint fucking car,” I warned, darting my tongue out to trace the edge of his jaw, stuttering along the rough stubble of his shadow of a beard.

  Pulling into a final gearshift, he steadied the speed of the car. His arm came behind my back, his palm hot on my spine as he held me close in the tight space.

  The last time I’d been in this car with him, he’d stood aside while Sol flirted and touched. He’d told everyone I was just a kid, and he had no interest in that. He’d been too wrapped up in his own insecurities to take what he’d wanted.

  Tonight was all about my fae. Tonight was about reminding him that we wanted the same things, and we’d both be taking our pleasure.

  My tongue reached the bottom of his ear, and he shuddered as I bit down hard on his earlobe. I licked up the side of his ear, brushing my teeth over the shell and nibbling the soft pink skin. Pouring what little I knew of glamor into my touch, I pulled his human appearance apart at the seams, revealing the silver-blue luster of his fae skin and the delicate points at the top of his ears.

  Sucking those tips into my mouth, I moaned against him.

  “Fuckin’ moons of Haret,” he groaned, as the car swerved over the rumble strips on the edge of the road. I smirked to myself, because no matter how sensitive those tips were, I was nowhere near done sucking.

  I pressed my palms into his chest, pinning him back in the leather bucket seat. I could have ripped his shirt right open, as needy as I was feeling.

  I resisted, though, instead tugging the hem from his belt and rolling it up over his pale, tattooed chest.

  “I love your ink,” I murmured, lowering my mouth to trace the lines of an alien tree. The branches curled and twisted across his left pec, twining over his real heart like a black-barred cage. I hadn’t yet found the courage to ask him the meaning of that one, but he shuddered beneath me as I kissed the inked burgundy heart hidden deep inside the vines.

  Biting and licking my way lower, I dragged my tongue over each of the ridges of his abs, until I was finally on the trail to his cock.

  My fingers wrestled with his buckle and button before finally freeing his thick cock. I shoved his jeans and boxers as low as I could, then my fingers wrapped around his massive girth.

  “No cock like fae cock,” I whispered, remembering how he’d taunted me once. He’d been right, though. Longer and thicker than any of my other guys. Goddamn talented in the long-lasting department.

  And he was fucking pierced.

  As I slowly pumped his shaft and stroked his balls, a low rumble began in his chest. He was growing impatient. When he started to lift his hips to thrust against my mouth, I raised my head to catch his eye.

  "You just concentrate on the road, Kills. I'll take care of the head."

  He grumbled, but he grinned at his nickname and rested both hands back on the wheel, caging me in from above.

  Lowering my mouth to his tip, I made a sigh of appreciation.

  "So fucking hot," I murmured. I licked his tip gently, swirling my tongue around his slit. He groaned with anticipation as I let my teeth tug at the piercing. Keeping one hand wrapped around his base, I scraped my other fingernails up the sides of his chest, working my mouth around his tip.

  Digging my fingernails into his soft skin, I opened my jaw as wide as I could and took him deep into my throat.

  "Fuck," he groaned. The car jerked a little bit to the left, and I resisted the urge to laugh. My tough, manly fae was going to unravel and blow his load in his pristine car.

  So much for mint condition.

  I began to suck and bob my head up and down faster, and his hand snaked into my hair. Pushing at the back of my head, he tried to take control of my movements again.

  I let him think he was in control for a few minutes, but then I buried my fingernails in his skin again. He grunted, and his hand loosened. I pushed my head off his lap. Dragging my tongue up his chest again, I started to kiss and suck at his neck instead. He made another noise of impatience, and I just chuckled.

  "I told you, stay on the road. Now let me have my fun, and I might let you cum in my mouth."

  "Get the fuck to it then," he growled, but there was an edge of a smile on his lips. He was griping, but he’d enjoy the delayed pay-off as much as I would.

  I lowered my head to his cock again and resumed sucking just the tip. He was so long that I couldn't get a whole lot more in my mouth. I fisted one hand around the base of his cock, sliding my other palm beneath his balls.

  Sliding my fist faster, up and down on his shaft, I took him as deep and hard as I could, over and over again. I was chasing that explosion now.

  Suddenly, the car jerked again, but this time toward the right. I felt his legs tense beneath me, and I thought maybe he was closer to cumming than I'd expected. His right foot pumped on the pedals, and his forearm cinched around my back as he messed with the gearshift.

  I didn't let up sucking him, though. I had a job to do, and I was taking it fucking seriously.

  "Goddamn, Savage," he rasped. The car rolled to a stop, and Killian’s hands reached under my body. Yanking me off of his cock, he threw open his door.

  "What the fuck, fae?" I cried. What was he doing?

  He didn't answer me, but he was on my side of the car and hauling me out the door before I could ask again. One of his strong arms around my waist, he picked me up and carried me to the front of the car, where he practically dumped me on the hood.

  He towered over me, his fair, muscled skin like liquid silver in the moonlight, nearly the same pale shimmer as the car beneath me.

  "You suck cock like nobody I've ever felt, but I need to be inside of you right now," he said with a growl. Positioning his hands on my hips, he flipped me over so my stomach was on the hood of the car.

  I was already so wet from the pleasure of sucking him, that I didn't need much help. His fingers soon found this out, as he yanked my panties down and pushed my loose dress up around my ribs.

  "I want to fuck ya on the hood of my car until the sun comes up," Killian said. He pressed one palm to my shoulders. “Stay down,” he warned, and I smiled against the slick paint. It was so fucking sexy when he thought he was in charge.

  He grasped my hips and lifted them off the low hood of the car, arching my back hard and opening my aching pussy to the night air.

  His hands were like hot steel clamps, spreading my upper thighs as he leaned in to drag his tongue across my pussy, all the way up to my asshole. I moaned as he whipped up a bit more breeze with his air magic. The cool night air teased across my burning, wet skin.

  He buried his face between my thighs and sucked gently at my clit for a few seconds, priming me for the cock I was going crazy thinking about.

  “Please,” I moaned, twisting my head to see what he was doing.

  A car flashed by us on the road, its headlights blinding me and sending a thrill shot straight to my core. Would the other drivers see enough in that flash to know what we were doing? What if a police officer happened by?

  I hadn’t wanted the cabbie’s eyes on me, but thinking of a random driver getting a glimpse of Killian pounding me on the hood of his car made me desperate with want.

  “Kills, do it,” I pleaded again, pressing my ass backward into his face.

  He nipped at my clit, and I cried out at the twinge of pain, but he’d already leaned back. He lined his thick cock up with my center from behind, his hands firm on my hips.

  “Fuck me good, fae," I said, just a
s his cock pushed inside my aching pussy the tiniest bit. He pumped me with just his tip, teasing the way I’d done, and I cursed him. “More, goddamn it.”

  He laughed and slid his hands to the front of my thighs, bracing me before shoving in to the hilt in one fierce thrust.

  I yelled out, but it was a sweet, sweet pain as he began to move inside of me. My body quickly adjusted, as ready for him as it always was. I braced my arms against the warm hood to stay in place, and my eyes fluttered closed in bliss as he used me for his pleasure.

  I was along for the ride, and it was a fucking fantastic one.

  He shifted down to slow and steady long enough to drive me insane, pulling out all the way to his piercing before bottoming out with every fierce thrust.

  "You make the world's sexiest hood ornament," he said with a low growl, his fingers biting into the soft skin of my ass as he finally started to speed up.

  “Harder,” I whispered. “I can take it.”

  His grunts as he worked us both into a sweat gave me almost as much satisfaction as his cock – it hadn’t been that long since he’d denied he felt anything for me. Breaking through that and releasing this fierce desperation was everything – Killian was my man, my mate, my lover.

  “I canna-” he gasped, pulling me back to the moment with a warning.

  “Cum in me, fae,” I ordered. “Fill me up.”

  He groaned, his grip on my thighs slipping as he thrust harder and faster. I flattened my palms on the hood and pressed back into him, giving him the deepest angle. My own pleasure built and burst like a dam, and I cried out, my voice ragged and wanton as he began to shake behind me.

  A few deep thrusts later, I felt him pulse inside me, his cum hot and heavy in my core. Growling out his release, he ground his hips against my ass, rutting like an animal. I twisted my face around just enough to glimpse his gorgeous fae form flickering even more through his glamor, and I smiled.

  “One of these days, you’re going to drop that human skin and let me see you for real,” I whispered, not sure he’d even heard me.

  He slumped forward over my back, his mouth hot on my spine as he licked up the droplets of sweat that had gathered there.

  Drawing his cock out made both of us moan, and I rolled to my side, letting my back straighten slowly as he rested his forearms on the hood.

  “Holy fuck,” he panted, grinning over at me and ruffling his messy red hair.

  “Nothing holy about that shit, but I’ll take it every time,” I answered, relishing how his eyes continued to travel up and down my naked skin, like he’d never get enough of me.

  7

  CARLYLE

  “Gettin’ hungry? We still have some cash,” Killian offered once he caught his breath. He straightened, easing himself back into his jeans and smoothing his shirt over his chest.

  “Yeah, let’s eat. Get some drinks, maybe?” I hadn’t been out with any of my guys in a long while – we’d been too busy running.

  “I know a nice Irish pub na far from here. Serves green beer all year round.”

  I laughed. “Ah, ew?”

  He chuckled and pulled my panties from his pocket, where he’d thoughtfully stashed them. “It’s jus’ coloring. Tastes as good as any beer.”

  I shrugged. “I’ve never had green beer, and this is a bucket list trip. Why the hell not?”

  I didn’t move, though. The hood was still nice and warm, and the broad expanse of the stars above was calling to me. Killian leaned against the side of the car and looked up, following my gaze.

  “Beautiful, yeah?” he said. “Nothin’ like Haret’s triple moons, but Earth has its charms, all the same.”

  “I still can’t believe there’s a whole other world out there, just waiting for us to find it.”

  “Waiting for you ta find it,” he reminded me, and I bit down on a sigh. It was a lot of pressure – only a pure Qilin shifter could open the Path between the two worlds and let everyone trapped here on Earth return home.

  Problem was, Qilin were in pretty short supply. My guys had once told me I might even be the last one alive.

  Rolling over and leaning back on my elbows, I crossed my legs over the sweet soreness in my core. My body healed so fast now, with all my men’s magic being replenished inside me so often. I knew I’d want more of my fae before the night was over.

  “Here, have this while ya wait,” Killian said, offering up one of the long stick suckers he’d actually brought. I grinned – I did need some sugar to ward off my darkening thoughts about the future.

  Tonight wasn’t about the future - tonight was about having fun in the moment.

  “Thanks,” I said, ripping open the plastic candy wrapper. “You know they call these unicorn horn suckers? Sol found them.”

  Killian snickered. “Leave it to the lion.”

  I licked up the side of the sucker, tasting each ridge. Each of the rainbow-swirled colors was flavored differently, but together it was just a heavenly mix of sweet. Kinda like the mix of magic and power inside me when I’d been with several of the guys.

  “Goddamn, Savage. The way you lick that makes me think dirty things.”

  I giggled, sliding my eyes to Killian, who had definitely stopped watching the stars. Suddenly, I wasn’t quite so ready for Irish food or green beer. “Wanna play a game?”

  “Does it involve you naked?”

  “Obviously,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Naked Monkey-See, Monkey-Do.”

  “The fuck is that?” He laughed.

  I shrugged. I was making this shit up on the fly. “I do something to the sucker, then you do it to me.”

  “Now, tha’s a game,” he agreed, stepping closer and sliding his palm up my thigh. “Guess you need to be naked, then.” He shoved my panties back in his pocket.

  I lifted my arms like a child, and he slipped the sun-dress over my head, making an appreciative noise. My skin was as pale as the moon above us.

  “Your move, Qilin,” Killian said.

  I winked at him, debating, before dragging my tongue up the side of the sucker. He nodded and lowered his head to my leg, sliding his tongue up my inner thigh. I licked down the other side of the sucker, and he pressed his lips to my opposite thigh, pressing a trail of wet kisses toward my knee.

  Taking just the tip of the candy in my mouth, I twirled it against my lips.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed, lowering his mouth to my clit. The end of the vibration caught me by surprise, and I jerked against his face as his tongue circled that still-tender spot. He flicked his eyes up to mine, watching for my next instruction.

  I knew what I wanted next, but it felt a little silly to be tonguing a lollipop. Still, I wanted my sugar fix. Locking my gaze on him, I went for it. I began to flick my tongue lightly over the tip of the sucker, swirling and licking and sucking that thing like it was the sweetest cock ever.

  My reward came hard and fast as he mimicked my actions. His tongue circled and licked my clit without mercy. He sucked the bundle of nerves between his lips, but never long enough to actually tip me over the edge.

  Growing a little desperate, I squirmed against him and pushed the length of the sucker between my lips.

  He chuckled and buried his face in my pussy, his hands clamping down on my hips as he plunged his tongue deep inside me. My ass lifted off the car as I cried out, and he pushed me down roughly, his tongue reaching impossible places in my body.

  His teeth scraped my clit as he kissed my pussy as fiercely as he’d ever kissed my mouth.

  Drawing away at the last possible moment, he reached up and snatched the candy from my lips.

  “What-” My sentence was cut off as he dragged the sticky sucker down my stomach and between my legs. What in the world was he up to now?

  One hand kept my hip locked onto the car, but the other began to twirl the sucker through my pussy, rubbing its sticky sweetness against my clit. The ridges of the swirled sucker bumped across my clit, and I moaned, the sound raw with need. Who’d have thought suga
r would be so fucking sexy?

  “Yummy,” Killian mumbled, and I glanced down to see him push the sucker between his own lips. He grinned around the candy before dragging his tongue across all the sticky places he’d just made. “Are we still playing, or are ya ready?”

  “Dammit, Killian, make me cum,” I pleaded as he stopped touching me. I tried to reach down for the sucker, but he waved it back out of my reach.

  “It’s not verra thick, but it’ll do,” he muttered, and I didn’t have time to wonder before he plunged the sucker straight inside my pussy, lowering his tongue to my clit at the same time.

  He angled the candy deep against my inner walls, finding and scraping right along my G-spot, and I moaned as he pressed two fingers inside with it, stretching me while he rolled my clit between his lips, pressing in with his teeth.

  “Fucking hell, fae,” I shouted out, feeling my orgasm begin to roll forward from my lower back. My hips writhed against his face and fingers, but somehow, he held me down long enough.

  Drawing the orgasm out longer than I’d thought possible, he sucked every last bit of sweetness from my pussy before crawling up my shaking body, the infernal sucker clamped in his teeth.

  “I think I like this game,” he said, grinning around the sucker.

  My breath was still stuttering as I grasped his face between my hands and kissed his messy mouth.

  “You’re welcome,” he said, transferring the sucker to my mouth with his tongue. I mumbled something incoherent, and he laughed. He smoothed his hands down my sides and kissed his way back down, taking care to lick every bit of sticky sugar from my body as my heart slowly returned to normal.

  8

  CARLYLE

  Just as he stood, watching me with a satisfied grin, my stomach rumbled, and we both laughed.