Page 7 of Every Chance to Stay

“You’re a lot to handle…” Lucky tipped his head back, grinding down to get used to the size of him. Thick and long, Antonio stretched him just right. His toes curled.

“Please…” Antonio’s plea caused a rush of heat to pool in his belly.

Lucky’s head snapped forward, taking in the absolutely wrecked expression on the alpha's face. Antonio’s cheeks were flushed with desperation. Lucky swallowed thickly, tongue heavy in his mouth. “Since you begged so sweetly…” He whispered.

He raised up until only the tip stretched him open, then slowly took him back in with a pleased moan. Nails bit into Antonio’s skin. Every bounce went a little faster with little shifts of his hips until he found an angle and pace that made sparks of pleasure light up his veins. He dragged pleas and praise from Antonio who grabbed at his hips and squeezed his thighs and swept large hands up his ribs.

“Perfecto, beautiful, Lucky, please, Lucky—” Antonio chanted his name like a prayer.

Lucky wanted to kiss him. He wanted to drink the sounds from Antonio’s lips and taste his pleasure… The slap of skin, their endless moans, and the creak of the bed became the music of their night.

Somewhere between Antonio teasing his nipples to drag a whine from him and grinding his hips down to feel just how deep the man was inside him, the alpha’s knot began to swell.

“Please, fuck, want your knot, Antonio, want to feel you spill inside…” He couldn’t force it in himself. The need was violent, cascading heat through his body.

“Anything, anything you want…” Antonio’s hands moved back to his waist but this time they didn’t simply squeeze. Lucky could feel how Antonio’s muscles tensed beneath his hands. The man pulled him down and eased him back up, helping Lucky fuck himself on his swelling knot.

It stretched his rim perfectly. Lucky’s head tipped back, eyes closed as he let Antonio work the pace. “Yes, yes, right there, fuck…”

It was his turn to whimper Antonio’s name. Antonio dragged him down until the man’s fingers flexed and a growl was ripped from his chest. Lucky cried out loudly with his head thrown back. Antonio’s knot swelled fully, stretching him until Lucky swore he was going to break. He ground down, hips swiveling when that first flood of heat hit him.

White hot pleasure ripped through him. Lucky spilled onto Antonio’s stomach, sobbing as he came.

Lucky collapsed onto Antonio’s chest. He breathed heavily, taking in the alpha’s scent with every inhale. Magnolias and orange peels… Comforting and sweet. An ocean breeze drifted through the open window, cooling the sweat on his skin.

Antonio trailed fingers up his spine, soothing as their hearts slowed. He could still feel the steadily pulsing warmth spreading through his belly. Lucky smiled as a kiss was pressed to the damp curls atop his head. “That was…”

“Amazing.” Antonio finished.

Lucky turned his head to press a kiss to Antonio’s chest. “I don’t want to move.”

“Don’t.” An arm was looped over his waist to hold him close. “Stay.”

Any teasing words Lucky had vanished in a yawn. It was a long day, the alcohol and the orgasms were catching up on him. “Alright… just cause you asked so nicely.”

No coaxing was necessary. Lucky didn’t even bother worrying about when Antonio’s knot would release. He just relaxed and allowed the soothing warmth to lull him to sleep.

Morning was soft. It fluttered in with birdsong and sunlight mellowed by sheer curtains. Lucky stretched and groaned and buried his head beneath the soft sheets. There was no muddled surprise, no confusion about where he was. His body ached deliciously. Antonio’s warm scent surrounded him, sweet and comforting as he melted into the mattress.

Last night, he hardly cared to look around the room when Antonio was shirtless in front of him. Now, as he sat up, he took in the alpha’s space. There was a lot you could learn about someone from how they kept their bedroom.

Antonio’s room was in sandy neutral shades. The walls were a soft cream color, and the ceiling was painted a muted sage. Frothy sheer curtains floated on a breeze that rolled in off the sea. Only now did he notice one entire wall opened onto a balcony overlooking the island and ocean beyond, glass doors slightly ajar and the windows beside them cracked.

A dresser with a large mirror stood facing the bed. He really wished he had noticed that the night before, but he filed it away for next time.

Next time.

Lucky pressed his hands to his cheeks with a wide smile. Next time indeed…

Slipping from the bed, he laughed softly as he found his clothes neatly folded on a bench tucked at the foot of the bed. He bypassed them to open a few drawers until he found a t-shirt worth stealing. He slipped that and his underwear on, flushing as he realized Antonio must have cleaned them up while he’d been passed out. His skin was free of slick or spend.

The ensuite bathroom was a jaw dropping luxury. A full tub separate from a gorgeous shower, a floor made of stone and walls with a tawny marble. The mirror was lit from behind and the sink was built into the counter.

“Rich boy…” He murmured, running his fingers along the golden fixtures.

Lucky rinsed his face and helped himself to Antonio’s mouthwash. Satisfied he looked at least somewhat put together; he left the bedroom to follow the alluring scent of pancakes that was slowly permeating the upstairs. In the light of day, Lucky was genuinely shocked at the size of the house.

He padded barefoot down the stairs. At the bottom, he paused, listening, until he heard the familiar sound of sizzling butter. The kitchen was through an elegant archway.