Lady Luck
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“Yeah,” she breathed, her h*ps tipping up further, her fingers releasing his tee to slide around to the back, pull it up and dive in. And he knew, the look on her face, the wet at his finger, she’d say “yeah” to just about anything.
Still, she’d said yes so one bird down, one to go.
His finger rolled and his mouth brushed hers again and he whispered, “What you want, wildcat?”
She lifted her head off the couch to get his mouth but he moved it away, her eyes opened slightly and she whispered back, “Your cock, baby. Hurry.”
“Already?” Ty asked, brushed her lips, she lifted her head to get more and he again pulled away. “Thought I’d finger f**k you first.”
Another whimper, her h*ps jerked, she liked that idea.
But she said, “We need to hurry and finger f**king doesn’t make babies, Ty.”
He pressed harder, rolled and her neck arched. “No, but it’s fun to watch.”
And it f**king was.
She righted her head and whispered, “Ty, we don’t have –”
He moved his finger, drove two inside and engaged his thumb.
Her mouth stayed open but only so she could moan low in her throat, her whole body arched and her nails dug in and raked up his back.
Yeah, f**k yeah, it was fun to watch.
And feel.
His fingers moved, going deep, his thumb relentless.
“Hurry, mama, I want in there when you’re done,” he told her, voice thick.
“Okay,” she breathed, moving her h*ps to ride his hand then, desperate, “Your mouth, honey.”
“You come in my mouth, I watch until you do.”
“Ty –”
“Hurry.”
Her neck arched and her h*ps went desperate too. “Ty.”
Fuck, his wife was beautiful. And that was the only reason he kept doing what he was doing because she was so f**king wet, he wanted his mouth down there.
But he couldn’t watch and he liked watching.
So he watched.
“Reach for it, mama.”
She did and he knew when the noises came fast and low, her nails stopped digging and her arms wrapped around to hold on just as her legs curved around his h*ps tight, heels digging in to use him for leverage to reach for it, get more out of his hand.
Then her neck arched, her back arched and he knew she was there so he growled, “Mouth.”
She dipped her chin, offered her mouth, he took it and kept working her with his hand while her noises drove down his throat straight to his aching cock. He was waiting until she was done so she could keep his hand before he took her with his cock. Finally, her body melted under him, her limbs loosened but stayed around him, he knew she was done and he was about to go for his fly when his phone rang.
Not wanting surprises, he’d given certain numbers their own tones.
And that tone said Peña.
Fuck!
He cupped his woman between her legs, released her mouth and arched his back so she wouldn’t take his weight when his hand at her neck moved to reach to his back pocket and he yanked out his phone.
“Peña,” he muttered to his still-dazed wife and she blinked, not processing this because, just like Lexie, she’d come hard and she was riding the residual wave.
Ty flipped his phone open and put it to his ear. “Please, f**k, tell me this is worth interrupting what I’m f**kin’ doin’.”
There went the daze, she blinked again then one hand came out of his tee so she could slap his arm and she snapped, “Ty!” but she did it without sound, only her lips formed his name but he knew it was a snap because her eyes were narrowed and her face was pissed. He was hard, he wanted to bury his c**k in his wife who was hot, wet and under him but he still couldn’t stop from grinning at her.
“Mi amigo, that’s just plain cruel,” Peña said in his ear but there was a smile in his voice. Ty’s words and the frustrated growl he said them with were not lost on him and therefore Ty did not get this f**king guy. If Ty was miles away and knew he was on the phone with a man who was with Lexie doing what he was doing with Lexie, there would be no smile in his voice.
Then again, Peña hadn’t tasted her so he only had the dream and did not know the reality was way f**king better than the dream.
“This worth interrupting what I’m doin’?” Ty asked.
“Don’t know, is a warrant for conspiracy to commit murder, a successful raid last night that means the evidence locker bought itself a whole f**kload of smack and blow and twelve… I repeat, twelve ladies of the evening walking their Lycra covered asses into my precinct this mornin’ after a hard night at work sayin’ they’re happy to turn evidence and act as witnesses, all of this nailin’ Duane ‘Shift’ Martinez to the wall in a way he won’t come unstuck anytime soon worth interruptin’ what you’re doin’?”
Ty had frozen.
Then he gently moved his hand from between his woman’s legs and planted his forearm in the couch beside her to hold his weight off her but otherwise kept his position as he asked, “You got any more detail?”
Peña chuckled.
Then he gave him detail.
“Yeah, well, the angels in heaven above swooped down on Dallas these last few weeks. Started with me walkin’ out my front door, at home, I might add which wouldn’t have made me happy except that on my welcome mat was a manila envelope full a’ shit. Typewritten but, who gives a f**k that God’s angels use computers. Suddenly, I got leads comin’ out my ass. Now, the borin’ stuff is that raid was a raid of Martinez’s stash. Far’s I know all of it, and there’s a lot. Un-fuckin’-protected and all in one place. We’re talkin’ millions of dollars of dope here. The guy doesn’t have a gun on it and he keeps it all in one place. I knew that man was light between the ears but f**k… me.”
Jesus, Ty knew Shift dealt but he had no f**king idea he was in that deep.
“Millions of dollars?” Ty asked.
“Yeah, sucks to admit it, esé, but even I didn’t know his operation had escalated to that level. But this means his suppliers are not gonna be happy he can’t distribute and, shortly, it’ll be destroyed without goin’ up someone’s nose or in someone’s veins. Also means, case you didn’t know, the more dope, the bigger the operation, the more shit that could hit the streets, the weightier the book gets thrown at the ones who own it. And that kinda operation is makin’ the DA salivate. Now, our DA, he’s pulled himself up from rough beginnings, stayed clean but had friends who chose dark paths and he watched them get lost down those paths. He’s a crusader. This motherfucker is on a mission and has been since he got his ass elected. He’s gonna take a dealer with that amount of product he intended to put on the street and destroy lives and he’s gonna symbolically shove that product right up his ass. But I got more.”
Still, she’d said yes so one bird down, one to go.
His finger rolled and his mouth brushed hers again and he whispered, “What you want, wildcat?”
She lifted her head off the couch to get his mouth but he moved it away, her eyes opened slightly and she whispered back, “Your cock, baby. Hurry.”
“Already?” Ty asked, brushed her lips, she lifted her head to get more and he again pulled away. “Thought I’d finger f**k you first.”
Another whimper, her h*ps jerked, she liked that idea.
But she said, “We need to hurry and finger f**king doesn’t make babies, Ty.”
He pressed harder, rolled and her neck arched. “No, but it’s fun to watch.”
And it f**king was.
She righted her head and whispered, “Ty, we don’t have –”
He moved his finger, drove two inside and engaged his thumb.
Her mouth stayed open but only so she could moan low in her throat, her whole body arched and her nails dug in and raked up his back.
Yeah, f**k yeah, it was fun to watch.
And feel.
His fingers moved, going deep, his thumb relentless.
“Hurry, mama, I want in there when you’re done,” he told her, voice thick.
“Okay,” she breathed, moving her h*ps to ride his hand then, desperate, “Your mouth, honey.”
“You come in my mouth, I watch until you do.”
“Ty –”
“Hurry.”
Her neck arched and her h*ps went desperate too. “Ty.”
Fuck, his wife was beautiful. And that was the only reason he kept doing what he was doing because she was so f**king wet, he wanted his mouth down there.
But he couldn’t watch and he liked watching.
So he watched.
“Reach for it, mama.”
She did and he knew when the noises came fast and low, her nails stopped digging and her arms wrapped around to hold on just as her legs curved around his h*ps tight, heels digging in to use him for leverage to reach for it, get more out of his hand.
Then her neck arched, her back arched and he knew she was there so he growled, “Mouth.”
She dipped her chin, offered her mouth, he took it and kept working her with his hand while her noises drove down his throat straight to his aching cock. He was waiting until she was done so she could keep his hand before he took her with his cock. Finally, her body melted under him, her limbs loosened but stayed around him, he knew she was done and he was about to go for his fly when his phone rang.
Not wanting surprises, he’d given certain numbers their own tones.
And that tone said Peña.
Fuck!
He cupped his woman between her legs, released her mouth and arched his back so she wouldn’t take his weight when his hand at her neck moved to reach to his back pocket and he yanked out his phone.
“Peña,” he muttered to his still-dazed wife and she blinked, not processing this because, just like Lexie, she’d come hard and she was riding the residual wave.
Ty flipped his phone open and put it to his ear. “Please, f**k, tell me this is worth interrupting what I’m f**kin’ doin’.”
There went the daze, she blinked again then one hand came out of his tee so she could slap his arm and she snapped, “Ty!” but she did it without sound, only her lips formed his name but he knew it was a snap because her eyes were narrowed and her face was pissed. He was hard, he wanted to bury his c**k in his wife who was hot, wet and under him but he still couldn’t stop from grinning at her.
“Mi amigo, that’s just plain cruel,” Peña said in his ear but there was a smile in his voice. Ty’s words and the frustrated growl he said them with were not lost on him and therefore Ty did not get this f**king guy. If Ty was miles away and knew he was on the phone with a man who was with Lexie doing what he was doing with Lexie, there would be no smile in his voice.
Then again, Peña hadn’t tasted her so he only had the dream and did not know the reality was way f**king better than the dream.
“This worth interrupting what I’m doin’?” Ty asked.
“Don’t know, is a warrant for conspiracy to commit murder, a successful raid last night that means the evidence locker bought itself a whole f**kload of smack and blow and twelve… I repeat, twelve ladies of the evening walking their Lycra covered asses into my precinct this mornin’ after a hard night at work sayin’ they’re happy to turn evidence and act as witnesses, all of this nailin’ Duane ‘Shift’ Martinez to the wall in a way he won’t come unstuck anytime soon worth interruptin’ what you’re doin’?”
Ty had frozen.
Then he gently moved his hand from between his woman’s legs and planted his forearm in the couch beside her to hold his weight off her but otherwise kept his position as he asked, “You got any more detail?”
Peña chuckled.
Then he gave him detail.
“Yeah, well, the angels in heaven above swooped down on Dallas these last few weeks. Started with me walkin’ out my front door, at home, I might add which wouldn’t have made me happy except that on my welcome mat was a manila envelope full a’ shit. Typewritten but, who gives a f**k that God’s angels use computers. Suddenly, I got leads comin’ out my ass. Now, the borin’ stuff is that raid was a raid of Martinez’s stash. Far’s I know all of it, and there’s a lot. Un-fuckin’-protected and all in one place. We’re talkin’ millions of dollars of dope here. The guy doesn’t have a gun on it and he keeps it all in one place. I knew that man was light between the ears but f**k… me.”
Jesus, Ty knew Shift dealt but he had no f**king idea he was in that deep.
“Millions of dollars?” Ty asked.
“Yeah, sucks to admit it, esé, but even I didn’t know his operation had escalated to that level. But this means his suppliers are not gonna be happy he can’t distribute and, shortly, it’ll be destroyed without goin’ up someone’s nose or in someone’s veins. Also means, case you didn’t know, the more dope, the bigger the operation, the more shit that could hit the streets, the weightier the book gets thrown at the ones who own it. And that kinda operation is makin’ the DA salivate. Now, our DA, he’s pulled himself up from rough beginnings, stayed clean but had friends who chose dark paths and he watched them get lost down those paths. He’s a crusader. This motherfucker is on a mission and has been since he got his ass elected. He’s gonna take a dealer with that amount of product he intended to put on the street and destroy lives and he’s gonna symbolically shove that product right up his ass. But I got more.”
