Lucky: The Irish MC (7 page)

“Yo, Ella,” Mickey said with a grin. “You dozing off again?” He rapped me on the shoulder and I blinked. A blush covered my face and I had to look away. It was the second time in only a few minutes that he’d caught me fantasizing about him, and I knew that I had no poker face. He probably knew everything. When he grinned at me, I was almost certain of it.

“Sorry,” I said. “I’m still thinking.”

Mickey tapped his wrist. He wasn’t wearing a watch, and I found the gesture boyishly charming. “Fine,” he said. “Hurry up, though. I wanna get out of here.”

“Well, I wanna go home, but we’re not seeing that, are we?” I grumbled.

Mickey laughed. “No,” he admitted. “No, we’re definitely not.”

“Look,” I said plainly. “I think we’re at an impasse. I think you just need to let me go. Find your goddamn friends, and I wish you the best.”

“That’s not any way to treat a new friend,” Mickey said. He raised his eyebrows at me and I felt my blush darkening; it was exactly the way he’d looked up at me in my fantasy, before he started licking at my clit again. “And we are friends, aren’t we?”

“No,” I snapped. “What makes you think that, you moron? We barely know each other.”

Mickey gave me a lascivious grin. “I know a way we could really get to know each other,” he said. “You wanna play? We can hop in the back of your cab, or go to a motel…”

I narrowed my eyes and tried to act angry. Covering my arousal was the only way I was ever going to sneak anything past him. “I can’t believe you,” I said, trying to project outrage. “Your friends are missing and you’re thinking about sex? That’s really great of you, Mickey. Great leadership. I bet there was a reason they stood you up. Hell, if one of my friends was as bad as you, I’d have stood him up too.”

Mickey chuckled. “You’re funny,” he said with a wink. “I could have said the same thing about you.” My mouth went dry. “I have a feeling you were thinking about sex, Ella,” he said in a teasing voice. “You got a very adorable look on your face and now you keep blushing.”

“Shut up,” I mumbled. “What about your friends?”

Mickey shrugged. “Fuck ’em,” he said. “Let’s go get a drink.”

Mickey

Ella stared at me with her brown eyes flashing. She blushed again and I knew that she’d been thinking steamy thoughts instead of thinking of a solution. My lips curved into a smile. Little did she know, I’d been doing a lot of fantasizing as well.

When Ella pouted, her lower lip stuck out so far that I got instantly hard. She had a generous, full mouth, and when I imagined her sucking my cock, it was heavenly.

“Ella,” I said in a low voice. “I want you to make me feel good. You know how to do that?”

Ella blushed and I noticed how innocent and young she looked then. In most of the time we’d been talking, she’d tried so hard to seem tough. But now I knew that she was feeling scared and alone—and possibly more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. I didn’t know whether or not it was just my imagination, but from where I stood, I thought I could smell a trace of her sweet pussy juice in the air.

“We don’t have time for that,” she said. “We have to go, remember? What about your friends?”

I laughed. “I’m sure they’re fine,” I growled. My cock chafed against my jeans and Ella sighed. “Please?” I looked at her. “Don’t you think I’m owed a little treat for being cooped up in the back of your rig?”

Ella frowned at me. “That wasn’t my fault,” she said hotly, in a way that made me want to spank her for her impertinence. “I had nothing to do with you in that box. Your asshole friends are the ones who did that!”

“They had to,” I said simply. Ella blinked at me. For a moment, I forgot that she barely knew what was going on. She only knew my name. I hadn’t told her anything about the MC and I hadn’t been planning on it. Besides, I had more important things on my mind. More palatable things. Like Ella’s naked body, spread eagled and hungry for me. I shuddered as another grip of arousal hit me.

Ella changed her pose. She stretched, exposing a strip of white flesh at her belly. I practically drooled thinking of how her perfect little breasts would look without that shirt on. I imagined they’d have light brown nipples that would stand perkily to attention after being tweaked or sucked. I longed to make Ella squirm with pleasure and delight, to make her beg for things she didn’t even know that she wanted.

“What do you want me to do?” Her demeanor changed to a sulky, catlike one. Walking towards me, I saw her rolling her hips and swinging them from side to side. My mouth went dry. Ella was gorgeous when she was mad, but she was even hotter when she was actually trying to please me. She got down on her hands and knees, crawling towards me with a sultry look on her face. “What can I do for you, Mickey? I want to welcome you home.”

“You don’t even know what I’m doing here,” I protested. But before I could say anything else, Ella had crawled over and was unzipping my jeans, pulling them down my hips. My cock sprang free  and she stared at it with wonder.

“You’re so hot,” Ella purred, sticking out her little pink tongue. She looked up at me with her eyebrows raised, as if asking for approval.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I moaned. “Please. Please suck my cock.”

Ella pouted. “I don’t know,” she said in a soft little voice. “It’s so big. I don’t know that it will fit inside my mouth.”

Pleasure and agony shot through my body. She had pressed her arms together to give herself cleavage, and I caught myself staring down her shirt. When she caught me looking, she reached her hands up and rubbed at her nipples through the cotton.

“Mmmm, Mickey,” she moaned as she rubbed herself. “This feels so good, mmm, I wish it were you touching me!”

When I reached down to caress her, she batted my hands away and glared at me. “Hey,” I said. “I want to touch you.”

Ella shook her head from side to side. She locked eyes with me and slowly started pulling her tank top up, inch by inch. I was drooling and when she pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side, I practically groaned. Topless, Ella was so hot. She had pert, tight little tits capped with gorgeous dark brown nipples that were already hard. She cupped her tits with her hands and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. When she knew that I was unable to look away, she closed her eyes and moaned, tilting her head back and opening her lips. I thought I was going to explode as she slipped her hands down her taut little belly and into the front of her jeans. Ella groaned softly and thrust her hips forward to meet her touch.

Stepping forward, I rubbed the head of my swollen cock against her face. “Enough with the teasing,” I grunted. “Pleasure me, Ella. Pleasure me in the way only you can.”

She looked up at me with that same delicious pout on her soft lips. “Yes, sir,” she said. Ella took her hands off her body and crawled towards me. She reclined back on her knees and wrapped a soft hand around the base of my stiff erection. I gasped—her touch felt so good, I was sure that I was going to explode.

“Does that feel good?” Ella asked in a soft voice. My reply came out as a strangled moan and grunt. She crawled even closer and stuck out the tip of her pink tongue, bobbing her head up and down so it rubbed against the head of my cock. Her tongue was soft, warm, and wet, and feeling it was like being stroked by heaven. I let out a strangled cry as Ella began to gently circle her tongue around the head of my cock. She bobbed her head up and down and finally opened her mouth, taking the first few inches of my erection. I could tell that her jaw was straining but she didn’t complain at all, she only slid closer to suck even more of me. Pleasure was exploding in my body and I closed my eyes, steadying myself on Ella’s warm, brown head. Her hair was soft and I tangled my fingers in it, knowing they would come away smelling like strawberries. She sucked at my erection and then began licking against the underside of my cock. It felt amazingly, incredibly good, and I groaned loudly as I began to thrust my hips towards her face.

Ella worked her mouth harder, moving up and down until I thought I was going to die. I could tell I was going to fill her mouth with a massive load, but it felt so incredible that I wanted her to keep going until she couldn’t last any longer. Ella moaned with my cock in her mouth, sending vibrations and lust through my body. I opened my eyes and looked down—she was fingering herself with her free hand, her legs spread wide. Seeing her get herself off was incredibly hot, and before I knew it, I was thrusting in time to the rhythm of her mouth. The tension was building and building in my lower body, and I knew that I was going to come hard.

With a strangled cry, I tapped Ella on the head. She grunted and kept going, until I felt my cock explode with spasm after spasm inside her little pink mouth. She sucked every drop of cum from my cock, massaging the base with her hand to make sure that she got it all. When she’d licked me clean, she leaned back, still lazily rubbing herself with her free hand.

“You taste good,” she said, closing her eyes and moaning as her own arousal was starting to get particularly intense. A sweet, musky odor wafted up towards me and I inhaled deeply, knowing it was the scent of her pussy. Ella’s fragrance was both young and sweet, and I longed to taste her. I got to my hands and knees and pushed her over until she was laying on her back. Her fingers worked tirelessly at her clit and I could see the juices spilling out of her sweet little tight hole. She groaned and stroked herself with increasing speed. With a grin on my face, I gently slapped her labia. Ella shrieked but then moaned loudly, and I could tell how much it had really pleased her. I gently spanked her pussy over and over, until she pulled her hand away to allow me greater access. I saw her clit, pink and swollen, and knew that I had to taste her. Burying my face between her legs, I sucked at her juices and rubbed my tongue over her erect clit. The response was immediate: Ella’s body tensed, every muscle stood on edge. She arched her back and pushed her pussy against my face until all I could smell was her. She was so wet that my nose slid against her skin, probing and searching until it rubbed against her clit. Gently, I slipped my tongue inside of her and lapped at her pussy. Ella moaned and grunted. The muscled walls of her pussy closed around my tongue and despite the fact that I’d just had a massive orgasm, I felt a jolt of arousal in my cock. I slipped a finger inside of Ella and began to stroke her, returning my mouth’s focus to her clit. Soon, she was grunting and grinding her face against me, coating me with her juices. She bucked her hips and screeched just as I felt the muscles in her pussy tense. Before I knew it, she was coming hard, all over my face. I kept licking and sucking until the muscle contractions had subsided and she was pushing me away, shrieking and yelping that it was too sensitive, that I was going to make her piss herself.

“That was amazing,” Ella said in a dreamy voice. She licked her lips and giggled at me. I gazed in awe at the sensual, brunette goddess spread out on the floor beside me like a delicious piece of cake. My cock was already starting to get hard again and I wiped my face clean of Ella’s juices. She stared at me with a playful expression on her face, but the longer our gazes locked, the more serious she became. Gently, she reached out her arms to me and I lay down beside her and pulled her close. Ella’s soft skin felt like velvet as she wrapped herself around me. Slowly, I rolled onto my back and kept her on top of me. My cock grew stiffer and stiffer. Ella straddled me, grinding her soaked pussy against my hardening erection. She grinned at me in a lazy, sensual way and I felt a jolt of desire in my loins. Arching my hips, I angled the head of my cock up and towards her pussy. Ella braced herself, sliding down on top of me. She felt like one mass of smooth, slick muscle, and she was tighter than anyone I’d ever been with. I practically came just from the sensation of pushing into her, making her mine.

“I’m yours,” Ella whispered. She locked eyes with me and rolled her hips, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Take me, Mickey.”

“You’re mine,” I growled back.

Ella closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure. She let her small hands stray to her sides and caressed and pinched her own nipples. I could feel her pussy clenching with every thrust and I groaned softly, grabbing onto her hips and digging my fingers into the tender flesh. Ella rolled her hips and grunted. I could see a faint sheen of perspiration covering her skin and I knew that she had to be getting close to orgasm. A pink flush broke out over her chest and face and I shuddered with lust. She was so fucking sexy, I couldn’t take it. Everything about her was perfect. It was like fucking a virgin who already knew how to screw; for some reason, I had the feeling that I was rocking her world in a way that she’d never felt before.

Ella called my name softly, then louder. She leaned down over my chest and ground her clit against my pubic bone, burying her face in my neck and breathing hotly on my skin. I cried out as she ground down more forcefully, rubbing my cock in a way that almost sent me over the edge. My lower belly was coiled tight with desire and tension, and I knew that soon, I’d be exploding all over her. Ella grunted and paused for a brief second. She bit into my neck and I cried out and dug my fingers hard into her ass. Then, she ground against me in a fierce, unstoppable way. I felt myself explode and gush rope after rope of cum inside of her. Ella’s face was bright red and her eyes were squished tightly closed. She groaned and moaned and threw her head back. Finally. I felt powerful spasms in her pussy tighten around my cock. She came hard, yelling and leaking tears out of her eyes. Our bodies were soaked in sweat by the time she was able to climb off me and flop down next to me, clearly exhausted.

“You’re amazing,” Ella said softly as she nestled her head on my chest. “You’re so incredible. I’ve never been fucked like that in my life.”

“Me neither,” I said truthfully, nuzzling her hair and closing my eyes. Finally. Finally it felt like I was really, truly home.

“Mickey? Hello?” Ella reached out and smacked me on the arm. I colored quickly, unaware that I’d drifted off in fantasyland for so long. She glared at me. “I said let’s go,” she said, sounding annoyed. “I can’t stay here any longer, and I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Fine,” I said, climbing up into the passenger side of her rig. Inside, her rig smelled like her: sweet musk and strawberries. I almost got hard again thinking of her laying in the little bed in the back of the cab, rubbing her clit until she cried out with pleasure.

“Can I call the police?” Ella asked me in a plain voice. She powered on the rig and shifted into gear, doing a slow turn around the yard. It was dark; the moon was high overhead, and I could see boulders casting weird, ghostly shadows. “You got a little angry when I tried that earlier,” she said, and I saw that she was fighting to keep a smile off her lips.

Not so tough and bitchy, are you
? I thought with satisfaction. Instead I smirked at her. “No, honey,” I said with a slow grin. “You can’t call the cops. You should know if you’re from around here that they’re all corrupt.”