The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(57)

“I’ve missed the f*ck out of you, Cooper.”

Her eyes dilate and she licks her lips nervously. Just the simple move of her tongue sliding against her lips to moisten them makes my cock push against her leg, begging for attention.

“I’ve missed you too, Gray. Very much,” she says quietly, and just like that, I feel like I have the world at my feet.

“Show me,” I dare her, and I stare at her lips as I wait to see what her next move will be.

“Show you?” Her hand comes up so that her thumb moves back and forth on my bottom lip. I suck it in, letting my tongue graze over it, kissing it gently before releasing.

“I’m tired. It was a long flight.”

“Poor baby.”

“Yeah. I’m too tired for anything, but I want it.”

“You want… it?” she asks, and I hear the laughter thick in her voice now.

“Oh yeah. I definitely want it.”

“I see. So what do you suppose we should do? I mean, maybe you should nap before you get it.”

“I could. But I like my plan better.”

“And what is your plan, dare I ask?”

“I’m just gonna lay here and let you have your wicked way with me.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep. That’s it.”

“That sounds kind of boring for… me.”

“I have confidence in you. I think you’ll make sure you get yours, too.”

“How do you suppose I should start?” she asks, and I know she’s trying to sound deadly serious, but the slight laugh in her voice gives her away.

“Surprise me,” I tell her, then I lay completely back on the bed and see what she does next.

It’s f*cking good to be home.





I study him for a minute. The smile on his face, the almost child-like happiness that oozes from him… and it feels good. It feels really good. Almost as if I’m the reason for it. For that reason alone, I feel another piece of my defenses completely fade away. I touch my lips to his, bringing them together gently, slowly. He tastes minty and warm with a touch of spice that I can only describe as Gray. It’s a taste that I know I won’t forget until the day I die. Gray takes my kiss and, though he drinks from my lips, he doesn’t offer his tongue or take it deeper. When I pull back, he’s smiling at me. If it wasn’t for the way his breath and heart rate have noticeably picked up, I wouldn’t be sure I affect him the way he does me. But the evidence is right there, and that gives me courage to touch his lips again, letting the tip of my tongue run along the outside of them. I push a little harder and my tongue slips inside. I immediately search his mouth for a deeper taste, for something to satisfy the need inside of me that is already raging with little more than a kiss.

I find his tongue and caress it with mine, slowly at first, but as more of his taste hits me, I lose myself in it and whimper as our tongues begin dancing. Gradually, our kiss becomes more heated. Less about remembering and savoring and more about need. We break apart and I take oxygen into my lungs, but my eyes are glued to his. I can’t tear them away even when I slide further down his body so that my lips can find his nipple. I capture it gently between my teeth, rolling it carefully. His hand comes up and tangles in my hair, tightening in it. I smile at the way I can so easily tell I’m getting to him. As a reward, I suck hard on his nipple, bringing it all the way in and using enough pressure so that it’s pressed against the roof of my mouth. His hand tightens to the point that it’s almost painful. I pull away anyway, kissing my way down his ribcage and even lower to that fantastic V outline pointing the way to his cock. His body is so well defined, it’s a work of art.

I drag my tongue along the outline, letting my teeth follow the same path as I give little love bites for the simple reason that the taste of him makes me feel powerful, sexy, and happy. I move further down so I can kiss his cock. It’s straining towards me, and I reward it with a gentle kiss on the head. That’s all I meant to do, but the taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue and the musky smell of him enters me, and I can’t stop myself from holding his cock in my hand and letting my tongue slide against the head and burrow into the small opening trying to find more of his pre-cum, needing his taste. Gray groans, and he must be tired of being passive because now his hands are digging into my hair harder as he urges my head down on him. As much as he takes control, I’m the one feeling powerful here. I give in and suck him deep into my mouth, stopping before I can take all of him in, because his cock hits the back of my throat. He stretches my mouth, so swollen with need that I can barely close my lips around him. As I back him out and leave him with another gentle kiss on his head, Gray moans. His hips buck as he begs for more of my mouth.

I’m not in the mood to give him what he wants, though. Now, my needs come first. I have been craving him these past few weeks and I’m not about to deny myself a moment longer. I shift so I can move my leg over him, straddling him. I can’t stop the growl that comes out when I settle against him and his hard, hot dick slides between the lips of my * effortlessly.

“Fuck, baby, I’m glad you don’t wear a lot of clothes to bed,” he growls, and just to prove he’s telling the truth, he pulls the shirt over my head. I raise my hands, helping him. I’m eager for there to be nothing between us. His hands immediately come up and palm my breasts, kneading them—his touch, rough and eager, and his skin hot. I shift against his cock, rotating my hip and sliding so that I hit that perfect stroke—the one that eases him right against my clit and lets me ride him without taking him inside.