Run This Town 03 - (Watch Me) Unmask You (10 page)

The steak was good. The wine, too. But looking across the table at Elias, that was the real prize for Lucky. He had to duck his head every so often to hide the smile that never quite left his lips. Elias saw through him with a smirk that curved his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Lucky put his knife down and sat back, one eyebrow raised. Elias’s eyes were hooded, a darker blue. Luminous. “Like what?”

“Like you want to lick me all over.”

Lucky laughed. “Ah, but I don’t want to lick you all over, Elias. That’s the last thing I want.”

Elias plopped his beer down onto the table without breaking eye contact. “No?” That voice was tense but coaxing, thick and moving over Lucky like syrup in winter.

Lucky’s skin went hot. Fast.

“Then why don’t you tell me what it is you want, Lucky? Tell me what’s put that glint in your eyes.”

He wanted to know. Lucky had no problem sharing, not this. He pushed his chair out, away from the table, and angled his body so his front was directly in Elias’s view when he said, “I want you on your back, your legs around my waist, and your eyes open while I fuck you.”

Elias’s nostrils flared. His body twitched and for a second Lucky thought the other man was going to launch himself at Lucky from across the table. But nope, Elias remained seated, lips parted, and his hand on the table fisted, knuckles whiter than bleached flour.

“Licking—foreplay—is for later, much later,” Lucky told Elias. “After I’ve shown you all the things I’ve learned since the last time my cock was in your mouth.”

Fury and jealousy mixed with the arousal on Elias’s face. It did something to Lucky, he couldn’t lie. Did something to him, knowing that Elias felt as possessive as Lucky did. He’d never felt that way with any man, not even Chad. But with Elias, Lucky wanted to press a fucking stamp to his gorgeous forehead—now wrinkled as he scowled at Lucky—with “Property of Lucky” in red block letters.

Fuck that.
Lucky leaned forward. “Care to know why I want you on your back?” He licked his lips. “Even though the thought of watching you bend over for me just might make me cry?” Elias didn’t speak, he just watched Lucky with eyes narrowed to the barest of blue slits. “Ask me why I want you on your back.”

Elias was a take-charge kinda guy. He wore that label with the most comfortable of ease and it roared every time he walked into a room. But Lucky hadn’t played the receiver role since Elias abandoned him in that cold bed three years ago, and he wasn’t about to hang up his topping skills—which were fucking legendary, if he did say so himself—just because.

Eyes locked on Lucky, Elias licked his lips then asked, “Why? Tell me why you want me on my back.”

“So you can keep your eyes on me, see who’s in it.” Fuck, Lucky was throbbing so hard, turning himself on, body getting tighter with every word he spoke. “So you can claw at my back, leave marks on me that never heal while I’m deep in it. So I can see it when you unspool for me, under me, because of me.”

Elias’s swallowed, a loud clicking sound that fascinated Lucky and had him squirming in his chair. And when Elias brought a hand up and pressed it to his hard-on, clearly outlined against his jeans, Lucky had to grapple to remember he was in charge. He was trying to make a point. He had to fight to find saliva. That fucker was ghost right then.

“You’re confident.” To call Elias’s words harsh or rough would be the same as calling water wet. “Still got that filthy fucking mouth, too.” 

“Get up.” Lucky jumped to his feet and kicked his chair to the side. His legs were shaking, his blood boiling hot, but he tried like hell to project a calm façade as he faced Elias and motioned with one hand. “On your feet. I want your jeans around your ankles and your ass spread. I want to feel you clench around my tongue as I eat your ass. You’re gonna come on my face.”

Shock was stark on Elias’s face. Shock, yeah. But arousal too. There, warring with whatever Elias was debating. Likely trying to make himself remember poor little Lucky. Good luck with that. Lucky turned away from him, searching the kitchen for something… anything…

Ah.

Two strides and he grabbed the bottle of olive oil from the counter near the stove. By the time he turned back to the table, Elias was on his feet, knuckles stretched white as he grabbed on to the edge of the table. And his ass.

What an ass. Pale and plump and firm. Tight.

God. Fuck.
Lucky grabbed his crotch, eyes squeezed shut as he tried for calm. Goddamn it. He reopened his eyes. Elias’s head was bowed, his body tense. Lucky had the cure for that. He took a deep breath, pushing away the runaway train arousal battering him and sidled up to Elias, sliding his free hand over the curve of his ass.

Elias trembled. Not too obvious, but Lucky’s hand was on his naked skin. He felt that vibration under his palm, there under the smooth, hot flesh. He allowed a brief thought to how Elias must feel, exposed like he was. To wonder if he’d ever been in that position, vulnerable, before. Then he let it go, plopped the olive oil down right next to where Elias was doing his best to crack the hardwood table, and dropped to his knees.

He heard it then, Elias’s moan. Fucking wanton, and who’d have thunk it?

He grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. Elias went taut.

“Lucky.” Plaintive. Open. That one word, devoid of anything except want, and Lucky was all about that, wasn’t he?

He leaned forward and nosed Elias’s crack, eyes sliding shut as he inhaled. Talk about fucking heady. That musk went straight to his nuts. He pulled those cheeks open and blew on Elias’s hole, watched it tighten with one eye open, hips rocking as he fought the urge to drop to the floor on his back and pull on his cock until he came all over his hand.

No.

Lucky inhaled Elias again and moaned. Elias answered him with a pained groan.

“Hungry,” Lucky murmured against the curve of Elias’s right ass cheek. He bit him, a sharp nip where ass and thigh went their separate ways. “You smell fucking hungry, scarlet. You want it, don’t you? My tongue up your ass.”

Elias jerked, bumping against Lucky’s nose. He was whispering, Elias, a disjointed bunch of words that made no sense to Lucky. But he had Elias off his game, had succeeded in making him shed that tight control he wore so comfortably. That alone was enough to make Lucky nut on himself. But not yet, because fuck, he wasn’t done.

He cupped his own balls, clamped two fingers around the base of his throbbing dick. So sensitive that shit had his eyes crossing, had him gritting his teeth and whimpering.

“You want it.” He went back to torturing Elias. Why stop now? He was so damn good at it. “Want me to forget about licking and just straight eat you, yeah?” The need shook his voice. Hell, forget that. He sounded as if a Goddamn earthquake was happening inside him, in his chest. He flattened his tongue and licked a nice wet trail across a tight cheek.

“Fuck.” Elias reached behind and grabbed the back of his head. “Goddamn it, Lucky, there’s only so much I can take.”

“Like this?” Lucky lapped at his hole. “Can you take this?” he asked. “Because I’m not done, scarlet. I plan to motherfucking dine on you tonight.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over Elias’s wrinkled entrance moaning when he clenched for him.

Shit. Elias’s reactions were… Lucky could’ve never imagined it.

“God. God.” Elias bucked then pushed against his face. “Do not fucking tease me,” he spoke through teeth Lucky swore he heard being ground into powder.

Tease? Who was teasing? Lucky dove in, face mashed up against Elias’s crack as he feasted. Elias shook under his hold. Fuck, but that big, redheaded bastard tasted good. And what was up with Lucky? Because the more he ate Elias’s ass the more he wanted, the more he hungered, the more he drooled. He lapped at him, and Elias’s knees buckled.

“Lucky.” It was a roar, but Lucky couldn’t tell if it was one of anger, danger, or what? Not that he cared, he wasn’t stopping. Not until he’d had his fill.

He pulled away to breathe for a second. He couldn’t afford to pass out from lack of oxygen, Elias had yet to cum on his face. “Want you on my tongue, scarlet. Want you riding my tongue, coming on my face hard enough to smother me. And when I’m done I’m gonna give you my fingers.” He flexed said digits against Elias’s skin where they clawed at him, leaving red marks. “One by one,” Lucky told him. “Feed them into your hole.” He circled that wet entrance with his tongue, smiling when Elias cursed him again.

In Dutch this time, Lucky recognized the language.

“You get my fingers,” he said softly, slowly, and oh so calmly when in reality he felt just the opposite. “Until you ask for more. Nah.” He shook his head. “Scratch that.” He put his lips to that dark place and spoke. “Until you beg for something more.”

Elias’s body did a slow shudder thing that made Lucky grin against his flesh. He didn’t expect this, hadn’t come here tonight intent on doing this, but one touch, the press of his skin against Elias’s, and Lucky was gone.

Gone.

“Mijn schat.”
 The endearment rumbled from Elias, tumbling over Lucky’s skin. Didn’t matter how many times Elias said it, he destroyed Lucky every single time. “I want to beg for you.”

Clear as fucking day. Swear to God, Lucky just about stroked out.

“Make me beg for you.”

He closed his eyes, biting back every single word that formed on the tip of his tongue. Now wasn’t the time. Not for words. He had something so much better, so much hotter in mind, and Elias had just given him the go ahead. He allowed himself one last lick then reached forward, grabbing the bottle of olive oil. Pouring it into his palm.

The bottle fell from his slippery hand, smashing onto the floor.

Elias tensed. He was on alert, Lucky felt that in every line of his body, but Elias remained silent and waiting. Lucky stroked himself, slicking up his length, and slid his other hand up Elias’s back, as far as he could reach in his kneeling position. Elias bent forward the higher Lucky’s hand climbed. Until he was hunched over the table, ass cocked and ready for Lucky.

Teeth in his bottom lip, Lucky brought himself up and aligned his cock to Elias’s hole, gliding up and down his crack, bumping him. He felt the tightening of his body and the small entrance. He heard the strangled cry that Elias fought so hard to mute.

Lucky breached him.

Goddamn. 
He gritted his teeth. Squeezed his eyes shut. Elias was insanely tight, fused with heat and all kinds of things Lucky couldn’t wait to discover.

Elias clenched up. “Lucky. God.” He bucked.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Lucky moaned around the lump in his throat as he eased in. “Goddamn it.” He surged in there, his entire body flaming when Elias grunted and widened his stance, easing the way. Not by much, but Lucky was able to get in, sink deeper. “Let me in,” he murmured. “Let me in.”

“Shit.” Elias moved, rocked back and they hissed in sync.

No lie, he was locked down in there. When was the last time Elias had been in the position Lucky now had him in? Had he ever been there? The idea of someone else—man or woman—doing to Elias what Lucky was now doing didn’t sit well. In fact, it inflamed him, made his movements jerky, harsh, rougher than he intended.

Elias’s scent filled his nose, drugging. This was a gift, too precious for anyone else to see. He shoved in, and Elias threw his head back, thighs shaking, body beginning to glisten with sweat as he rode Lucky.

Hungry. Wanton. He wasn’t acting like a man who got to indulge like this on the regular. He didn’t really see Elias dropping his guard like this for just anyone. It made Lucky all the more grateful, all the more horny. He circled his hips, and Elias rocked back, fucking himself on Lucky.

“God.” He said that a lot, didn’t he? “Fuck, Lucky. Do it.” The words were angry, needy, hungry.

Lucky lost track of trying to decipher all the emotions in Elias’s voice. He concentrated on the first three and the words themselves and pulled away, retreating slowly.

“No.” Elias’s body fought to trap him inside. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Shh.” Lucky bit his nape and slammed into him. He wasn’t going to last, wasn’t going to do anything but come and come until the top of his head blew off.

Elias dropped, head on the table, ass in the air. Lucky rammed into him, grunting, snarling, cursing. Too fucking tight, too hot. He couldn’t breathe. Elias’s ass clamped down on him, jacked up his balls and Lucky was fucking crying out, shouting out his release, coming in him.

Spurting while his body shuddered.

“Fuck.” He blinked the sweat from his eyes and pulled out.

Elias flinched.

Lucky dropped to his knees and shoved three fingers into him, all fiery and slick.

Elias bucked and cried out. “Shit.”

Lucky fucked him, gave him his fingers, trying to hold himself in check while giving Elias as much pleasure as possible. But that shit was backfiring. He hurt. His balls. His dick. He throbbed, still needing, his cum dripping onto the floor, sliding down the back of Elias’s legs. He wanted nothing more than to drive right back in there, fuck that hole again, bring himself off again. But this was about Elias. For Elias.