Chapter 24 #2
My head suddenly feels crystal clear, allowing me to take charge now that the sex-crazed haze has passed.
It’s my turn to have fun. I move my hands around the backs of Luke’s thighs, gripping him tightly, and I lift him off the floor with one fluid and easy movement.
He lets out a startled gasp, reflexively wrapping his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck.
He glances down at the floor like he’s nervous being so high off of it, but when he looks at me again, his eyes are wide in surprised exhilaration, and I can’t help but grin.
I can only imagine this is a new experience for him, and it brings me great satisfaction to be the one broadening his horizons.
His extraordinary height likely makes it near impossible for anyone shorter than him to successfully pull off the maneuver without succumbing to his weight, and the likelihood of him finding a taller partner is slim.
But all those days and nights at the gym have prepared me for this moment, so I’m not even struggling to hold him.
He’s lighter than a feather in my grasp, fitting perfectly in my arms like he was made for them.
Luke releases a delighted laugh once he realizes this is really happening, and he kisses me passionately again, melting into me like he’s died and found a piece of heaven.
I move us across the room until we get to the bed, our mouths still working together.
I lay him down on the mattress, my hands traveling up his thighs, pulling at the button on his pants.
He attempts to help me rid himself of his clothing, but I stop him before he can do anything, taking a page from his book and holding his arms up over his head to keep him in place.
He looks at me incredulously, like I’ve just robbed him of the pleasure of being naked. My return grin is savage.
“You had your fun,” I say, going in for a kiss, barely letting our lips touch this time.
I dangle it in front of him as he tries to reach up to connect.
I bend down instead, putting my mouth close to his ear, my breath hot on his neck.
My tongue is a whisper on his throat, and he shudders with a staggered breath.
“Now it’s your turn to sit there and let me have my way with you. ”
Luke actually whimpers, seemingly against his control, if the look on his face tells me anything, but the sound is like fire in my soul, letting me know I’m doing something right.
I run my hands across the hard lines of his chest over his sweater, delicately tracing my fingers across his stomach and down to his thighs, feeling across the length of his whole body, though simultaneously keeping the touch featherlight.
Luke quickly gets lost in the ecstasy of this moment.
Contrary to the rough and eager movements he used on me, I take my time, unraveling him bit by bit and watching as he lets himself go with it completely.
When I finally let my hand drift under the fabric of his shirt, the first skin-on-skin contact has Luke shivering, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure.
He arches his back, letting his head drop behind him, eyes closed in blissed misery.
But I don’t increase the pressure just yet.
My fingertips barely brush across his skin, teasing the pleasure out of him.
I can feel him shaking from the anticipation.
I appreciate that he doesn’t fight me about the pace outside of the subtle way he bucks his hips, desperate to find some relief.
But he relinquishes complete control to me.
Eventually, I give in to his plight and help him out of his clothes until he’s utterly bare beneath me, his skin flushed and supple.
When I drag my hands down the lines of his stomach, the muscles flex, and he gasps as I stop inches above his throbbing cock.
“Please,” he begs, almost deliriously. “Please….”
“Please, what?” I ask, moving my fingers to the space between his thighs, reveling at how he trembles at my touch. I relish in the power I hold over him right now.
“Ethan,” he moans, the sound of my name on his lips in such desperation moving through me like a bolt of lightning. I’m already hard again, but I could easily come just by the sound of his voice and the breathy way he begs me to touch him.
“Is this what you want?” I ask softly, moving my hand an inch closer to his cock, the pads of my fingers brushing ever so slightly along the base.
Luke takes a staggering breath, and his eyes are desperate upon mine. “Please, yes. Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
“As you wish.” My lips twist up into a grin.
I wrap my hand around his length and start stroking, and Luke moans loudly, his whole body arching from the contact.
He reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, gripping it tightly as he drops his head to the side, letting himself feel every pull against his shaft. But I’m nowhere near done with him.