Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,44

when you do.”

She arched against his hand, needing him deeper. Wanting his mouth back.

She nodded. She’d do anything for the release he promised.

He chuckled and swooped down on her again. His tongue teased, then he began to suckle her little button again.

“Yes,” she groaned. “That’s so good.”

He suckled harder, and she felt a tidal wave of pleasure sweep through her. It rose higher and higher.

“Oh, I’m going to…” She gasped as ecstasy claimed her.

Through the haze of delight, she cried, “Austin, you’re making me come.”

His fingers glided into her faster. She rode the wave … on and on. When it started to subside, he stroked her clit with his finger, his others still moving inside her.

“Oh, God,” she squeaked as the pleasure rose even more.

The orgasm flowed through her with ease, a fast and steady stream of pure euphoria.

After a long time, his fingers slowed, and her body relaxed. When he finally settled on the couch beside her, she was sucking in air.

Then Austin leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

“Thank you,” she murmured against his ear.

He drew back, his eyes glowing. “The pleasure was totally mutual.”

Austin shifted back onto the couch. She smiled, then sat up, smoothing down her dress. Then she saw Quinn and froze.

How had she forgotten he was watching?

12

At the sight of April’s enormous eyes, Quinn chuckled.

“Don’t worry, baby. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

So hot he’d almost come watching, pumping his cock at the incredible sight of her face in blissful surrender. But he’d forced himself to slow down, anticipating when he could plunge inside her and take her to ecstasy all over again. He’d tucked away his cock when Austin had leaned in to kiss her.

It bothered him that Austin was getting so close to her, but it shouldn’t. Austin wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize their friendship.

April chewed on her lip as she picked up her champagne flute and sipped. Her eyes lit up.

“This is delicious.” She tipped back the glass again.

Quinn sipped his, appreciating the floral and fruity components with a light and elegant finish. He wouldn’t tell her the champagne cost more than his first car.

Austin picked up the bottle and refilled all their glasses, then held his up.

“To what’s shaping up to be a fabulous month together,” Austin said.

April and Quinn lifted their glasses, too, and they all clinked together. April drank, then set down her empty glass. Austin picked up the almost empty bottle and refilled her glass almost to the rim, draining the last of the bottle.

She picked it up and took a couple of sips. Then she giggled. “This really is good champagne.”

“Be careful,” Quinn said. “It’ll go straight to your head.”

They’d all been drinking steadily this evening, and April had had a couple of glasses of the rose absinthe. He wanted her alert and cognizant when he finally took her to heaven. He wanted her to be swept away into exquisite ecstasy and to know it was him who was giving her such intense pleasure.

April turned to him, and with a flash of defiance in her eyes, tipped the half-full glass back and drained it.

He was tempted to call her out for it. To order her to come over and lie across his lap so he could spank her. The thought of pulling up her skirt and revealing her naked ass had his cock swelling. He could imagine her smooth, round cheek under his hand, the skin silky smooth. Then the feel of it heating up as he smacked it until it glowed red.

He sipped his champagne, resisting adjusting his aching cock as it strained against his pants.

He could just walk over there right now and pull up her dress, then drive into her. He’d enjoy the warmth of her soft body around him as he pumped deep, filling her over and over until her face glowed in ecstasy. She would call out his name, like she had with Austin. And when she did, he’d explode deep inside her, coming so hard she’d never forget it.

But he didn’t want their first time to be on the couch in a gaming suite, no matter how luxurious. And especially not right where she’d just given his best friend a blow job and been pleasured by him in return.

“Why don’t we take this party back to our suite?” Quinn said.

* * *

As soon as they stepped outside and breathed in the night air, Quinn’s head started to spin.