Page 57 of Lucky Haven

When I reach the root, it’s behind his fly, tenting it up, so I trace that to the button on his jeans—tight against his skin. The bare skin of his belly, covered in soft, curly hair.

My fingers jump at the contact, the warm furriness a surprise, but I reach back as quickly as I yanked my hand away.

He watches silently, his lips parted, his eyes hot as I wriggle my fingers under his waistband and get the button undone.

He exhales in obvious relief when I unzip his fly.

“Feel better?” I ask.

His tongue jams between his teeth and he grunts. “It’ll feel even better when you touch me.”

I smile. “I can’t wait.”

“You are waiting.”

“Because it’s fun.” I’m drunk on power now, watching his erection rise against the cotton of his underwear.

He was right.

It is getting bigger.

“Your greedy eyes on it feel pretty good.” He exhales roughly. “I’ll be patient, Haven, but any time⁠—”

I grab the elastic waistband of his underwear and lift it up, carefully revealing a thick, long, beautiful shaft that rises on its own from a soft bed of dark hair.

“Oh my word,” I breathe. My fingers tighten on the waistband, unsure where to put it, but Cash takes over for me, sliding his hand under mine and pushing his underwear and jeans down together.

At the base of his cock, two tight testicles lay in a smooth, only lightly haired sac.

My mouth falls open.

Cash doesn’t make fun of me for my reaction.

He just waits, and lets me look. Exactly what I asked for. He’s given me a lot more than that tonight, but this moment—this feels as purely a sex lesson as a girl could ever ask for.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as I reach for him.

The low, guttural exhale he lets out when I wrap my fingers around his shaft is a sound I will never, ever forget. His skin is so smooth, soft stretched over hard flesh, so hard, and so, so hot.

“Wouldn’t last long if you stroked him a little.” Cash’s whole chest rises and falls. “You want me to show you?”

His hand covers mine, his calloused fingers sending electric shocks in all directions as he tightens and shifts my grip. The skin moves on top of the shaft, more range than I expected, and on the upward squeeze, his foreskin curves up around the flared crown. When he pulls our hands down, the foreskin retracts, revealing a dark pink ridge around the head of his shaft.

All of it is incredible.

“That’s it. You’ve got it. Fuck, that feels incredible.”

He lets go of my hand, letting me stroke him freely.

I lean in and my breath must reach his bare flesh, because his hips jerk and he plants his fingers against his thighs. Like he’s trying to hold himself down.

“Haven, it’s gonna get messy— Just, oh fuck, yeah, don’t stop stroking, your fingers feel so good. Thank you, thank you, fuuuckkk….”

His legs tense on either side of me and he groans, low and long, as a startling spurt of his release arcs in the air, going up further than I expected and then coming down on my hand.

I laugh, breathlessly, and he groans again as the next stripe of white goes up onto his belly, making a mess on the hair there, dripping down immediately.

“Okay, okay…” He covers my hand with his and slows my stroking. “He’s sensitive now. But you’re so good. That was perfect. Fuck. Yes. I hope you liked that lesson, school is adjourned now.”