Chapter 17
Luke remained silent as I slowly slid his jacket from his shoulders with a whisper of material.
He didn’t stop me, so I didn’t stop. I tossed it on the narrow chaise along one wall, then assessed him.
Damn, but he could wear a suit. When I started on his vest, he lifted his head, then his hands, placing them beside his shoulders so I had room to undress him.
His vest went the way of his jacket, and then I reached for the buttons on his shirt.
“Why do you have so many layers on?” I complained.
Luke chuckled but left me alone to work. I got his shirt open, only to reveal a fitted, black undershirt.
“Fuckin’ Christ,” I hissed. With his button-down spread wide, I pulled the undershirt out of his pants and lifted the hem to his mouth. “Hold this.”
He bit the material between his teeth, softly chuckling.
The bulge in his pants greeted my hand with a jump as I smoothed over his growing erection.
Luke hummed around his shirt, and his eyelids closed halfway.
With the encouragement, I added a bit of pressure.
Fingertips pointing down, I skimmed his length, then curled them around his balls with one hand and popped the fastener with the other.
We’d both been virgins when we started this, but shit, I took to sex like a duck to water.
Everything I did to him made him shiver or moan or both.
“You promised me things, and I want them,” I whispered.
Luke opened his eyes, staring into mine, and nodded. I got his pants open enough and shoved my hand inside his boxers. I groaned as I closed around his thickening length, but Luke whimpered.
“You like that?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Luke nodded in answer, but it wasn’t enough.
“Tell me.”
He parted his teeth, letting the shirt fall to his chest, and with a breathy exhale said, “I like it.”
I shuttled lightly over him, teasing him. “How much? Enough to fuck my hand? To show me what you need?”
His cheeks darkened, but he moved his hips. Slowly at first, then he gripped my shoulders and moved faster, taking what he needed. The wonder mixed with lust in his expression was pure fantasy. Beautiful.
“What a good boy you are.”
Luke moaned.
The heat of him was ten times what it had been over his clothes, but the best part of it, so far, was how this clicked into place in my mind. Like coming home, the silk of his skin, the slick glide from his precome, the weight in my palm … Love at first grasp, and I wanted more.
Luke shivered. “Oh fuck, yeah, Playboy.”
Damn. His words in that desperate, throaty tone …
“You can call me Playboy. I like it. You do too. You want this.”
“Yes. Yes, I want you,” he breathed.
“Luke,” I whispered and kissed his chin.
“I’m sorry for what I said before.” Luke palmed my jaw and brushed his thumb over my lower lip. His hips never stopped, but his chin shivered, revealing his rising desire, when he said, “I was an idiot. They turn me into someone I don’t want to be.”
“I understand,” I said, keeping the pressure light, ensuring the friction only made him want more.
He swallowed with a dry click. “You shouldn’t have to. Oh, fuck, mmm. Can I kiss you?”
I huffed. “You don’t have to ask.”
“I haven’t yet. Thought maybe I should at least once.”
“Yeah, Luke. Kiss me.”
He gripped the sides of my head and plastered his lips to mine.
His stubble slightly burned my chin, but his tongue made me easily forget.
We twisted and curled together. Luke sucked my lips, then licked them before devouring my mouth again.
I loved how he could be so hot for me, but then let me do whatever I pleased with him.
Tingles bubbled outward until chills on my skin made me shake with need, lightheaded as blood rushed south, and I groaned in frustration. This tease had backfired.
Luke turned and backed me against the wall. I released his length and steadied myself with my hands on his hips. He gripped the hair at the back of my head in one hand, and with the other, tunneled into my loose-fitting pants to clutch my ass.
“Is this …” He stilled, then smoothed his hand over my cheek. “Is this lace?”
I scraped my bottom lip with my teeth and nodded. “From the picture. I’m not sure how I feel about them, but if you’re a good boy tonight, I’ll wear them again. Just. For. You.”
Luke hissed, lips pulled tight, and slipped a finger between my cheeks.
“Ah, fuck,” I panted when he kissed down to my jaw.
“We need, uh, words, mmmm,” he said between kisses and licks on my skin. He mouthed along my jawline to my ear, then bit the lobe, all while rubbing over the lace caught in my crease.
“Ahh, what?” Words?
“Sex. Consent. Prep. We need. Shit.” Each broken word was punctuated with sucking along my neck and humping our hard cocks together through our clothes.
“Right.”
Luke squeezed my ass cheek and tugged it slightly open. He didn’t go further, but the question was there. Did I want more?
“Ahh, yes,” I moaned in answer. “Uh, yes. Yes to that.”
Luke chuckled and licked a slow swipe from the base of my throat to my chin. He sucked on my Adam’s apple, then bit it.
“Oh, hell yeah.” I hummed with his mouth on my pulse. “Need you. Want you. Let me take it.”
“What?”
I grinned. “You promised me a fat load.”
Luke pulled away with his pupils damn near pulsing with hunger. The hand in my hair pulled me in for another kiss, and then he pushed me to my knees.
“Ah, fuckin’ hell, you’re hot.” I was good at reading him, but I sure didn’t mind him showing me what he wanted.
I got his pants completely undone, and the weight of them crashed to the floor. His boxer briefs covered my prize, and I hooked both hands in them but didn’t lower them. Holding his heated stare, I mouthed over his tip, sucking at the already damp material.
“You’ve made a mess,” I said, lips pressed to him.
Luke dropped his chin to his chest. “That’s, that’s so good. That’s, oh fuck, it’s everything.”
“Damn right it is, and I’ll keep givin’ you everything if you’ll let me.”
“Yes.” He nodded. “Yes, please.”
“Mmm, I love it when you beg. And since you’re being so good …” I gave in and pulled his boxers to his thighs. His thick, veined cock sprang free, eager and flushed an anxious red.
Saliva pooled, and I licked my lips, smacking them impatiently. “I’m not sure if I’ll be any good at this,” I confessed. “But I’m gonna sure as fuck try.”
“I’m so turned on, I’m gonna blow embarrassingly easy.”
I smirked. “Kind of perfect, then.”
His balls were drawn in tightly, lending credit to his words. I buried my face in him, inhaling his natural musk with hints of soap, filling my lungs to the brim, then licked from sac to tip.
Oh damn, his taste. Salty and warm. How the hell did warm have a taste?
Luke groaned, low and needy. “Yes, Ash. More.”
Precome dotted his slit. I swiped the drop, loving the tangy flavor, and let it linger on my tongue. He whimpered again when I teased the sweet spot beneath his head, and then I sucked him into my mouth.
His girth was impressive. His whole size was impressive. It’d take me a few attempts to get used to it, but I did my best. I got him slippery and shuttled his base as I took as much as I dared, working in tandem, which was not as easy as they made it look in porn.
I was concentrating and distracted all at once.
This was everything I wanted it to be and solidified what I’d suspected since the first time I understood my attraction to guys: I loved cock.
Craved it. I wanted to hold his cock in my mouth just for the hell of it, the weight of it, the filling sensation of it.
I hummed and moaned. I fluttered my eyelids in a mass effort to keep them open and fight the desire to let them roll.
Then his tip hit the back of my throat.
The gag made all thoughts flee except for one: the undeniable thirst for the thick warmth.
I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted to choke on him.
And I did it again and again, instantly in love with the burn and the tears it brought to my eyes.
The pulse of his barely restrained orgasm was a comfort, as if I were always meant to find myself here, like an old friend, a relief that this overwhelming pleasure had found its way to me.
“Asher,” Luke breathed.
I hummed and sucked for all I was worth. Luke moved his hips as if he wanted to do more but couldn’t make up his mind about it.
I popped off his cock and said, “This won’t be the only time, so come for me. Be selfish. Be greedy. Use me. Choke me,” I commanded.
He gripped himself to feed me his cock. “Who said you could talk?”
“Mmm,” was all I could say as he filled my mouth again.
“You like it.” Not a question. So fucking not a question because this Luke, this version who I chose to believe was the real him, was self-possessed, dirty as fuck, and mine.
I hummed again, louder, longer, bolder, his confidence bleeding into me. I fumbled my hand down my pants. This was hot as fuck. It wouldn’t take me much either. A few good tugs, and I’d be done.
“You look so good on your knees. Show me those pretty eyes.”
I trembled with his words, feeling them from head to toe, from mouth to balls. I opened them as he demanded and lifted them to his.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Ah, yes.” He gasped. “Gonna come.”
Groaning and gripping his hip so he wouldn’t try to back off, I took him as deep as I could, begging him to give it to me.
He did.
With a clenched jaw, he quietly moaned and unloaded into my mouth. I swallowed it all, sighing around his hot length as my own orgasm obliterated the last of my good sense. I shook. I shivered. Overwhelmed with his spend dripping down my throat as mine pulsed freely.
Luke pulled free, trembling. A dot of come clung to his tip. I opened my mouth and waited, greedy for every drop. Luke smirked and wiped the last dollop on my tongue.
“Did you make a mess on the floor?”
I bit my lip and glanced at the puddle of jizz. “Sorry, not sorry.”
Luke snickered and helped me to stand. “Are you okay?”
I was. I really was. I nodded and said, “You?”
“Mostly, I think,” he said with a tired sigh and a sated grin. “But I need more of this. More of you replacing everything else I don’t want in my life. I need this intimacy I’ve denied myself. I worry it will be too much. You …” He searched my eyes. “You’ve opened the door for me.”
The closet door. I understood completely.
“Can you handle that?” he asked. “I mean, if I’m needy and curious and”—a bright shade of pink flushed his face—“adventurous?”
“Pfft. Can I handle it?” I chuckled. “Shit, yeah. I need loads of ‘intimacy.’ I’m a horny teenager, remember? We do it like rabbits, so I’ve heard.” I winked, and Luke laughed. A full laugh that told me more than his words.
I made him happy.