Chapter 13 #2
Luke couldn’t be certain anymore. All he knew was that he wanted Connal with a ferocity that he’d never felt before. He pulled away from Connal and sucked in a deep breath. “This…I don’t know the rules. If we…”
He didn’t even know how to ask the questions, which was another reason why this wasn’t a good idea.
Connal’s arms loosened immediately. “Nothing we do here will complete the bond without your choice.”
Luke searched his face. “And if I want this without knowing what comes after?”
“Then this is all it needs to be.”
Luke released a slow breath. “Okay.”
Connal slid his hands away from Luke and opened his own pants. He held Luke’s gaze, his eyes bright with mischief.
“Well, I’m not sure how humans get clean, but here among fae—”
Luke laughed. “You ass.”
Connal pushed his pants down, and Luke’s breath caught. All rational thought fled his brain as every ounce of blood rushed south. “First, we remove our clothing. You should try it.”
So Luke did. He carefully removed the thumb drive and placed it safely on a shelf away from the water. Then he stripped off his remaining clothes.
Connal swallowed hard. Luke closed the distance between them again and put his hands on Connal’s waist. Then he backed toward the falling water, pulling Connal with him.
Warm rain closed around them.
Shower sex had never really been Luke’s thing.
Sure, he could see the appeal, but honestly, he’d just rather get horizontal and get messy.
Now? He could imagine spending hours exploring Connal’s body.
He traced his hands up Connal’s chest again, displacing the warm water and sending it pouring down his hands and arms. Connal’s chest rose, and his breath caught as Luke’s fingers traced over his nipples.
He teased them for a moment before continuing up, up, to Connal’s neck, then his lips.
Connal let out a rumbling groan that sent a jolt of want through Luke.
He licked his lips. “Which one’s the soap again?”
Connal pointed, his breath coming in short gasps.
Yeah, Luke felt it too. The pull between them had grown stronger.
Luke fumbled with the fancy bottle and got some of the slippery gel onto his fingers. It smelled like rain and crushed leaves, but that didn’t really surprise him. “Turn around,” Luke said.
Connal turned slowly, presenting his back. Luke traced his fingers over Connal’s neck and across the breadth of his shoulders.
“Damn, you’re stunning,” Luke said.
Connal huffed.
Luke teased his hands lower, down Connal’s spine until they reached the perfect swell of his ass. Luke had always been an ass man, but he’d never seen anything as glorious as Connal’s. Maybe fate had a point, because Connal appeared to be built exactly for him.
Connal groaned as Luke slipped his fingers through the crease of Connal’s ass. He didn’t explore as much as he wanted—if he continued, he wouldn’t stop. And he had much more of this mountain of a man he wanted to touch.
He left the glory of Connal’s backside and dropped to one knee. After slicking up both legs, teasing the crisp, curly hair, and nipping gently at the back of Connal’s knee, Luke stood again.
“I could spend hours touching you,” Luke whispered.
“You have a lifetime,” Connal replied.
The words should have scared him, but they didn’t. That gentle pull between them flared and Luke wanted. He scooped up some more soap and slid around to Connal’s front. His dick stood out proudly in front of him, another piece of the feast on display.
Luke didn’t waste time touching anywhere else. He wanted that in his hands and nothing else.
Connal grabbed Luke’s shoulders and held on as Luke wrapped both hands around Connal. One soft stroke turned into another. A small bead formed at the tip and Luke swiped it up with his thumb. Then he tasted. He couldn’t resist.
Neither could Connal. He caught the hand Luke had lifted and held Luke’s gaze while Luke kept stroking him with the other.
Color spread across Connal’s cheeks, and his lips parted around increasingly ragged breaths.
Then Connal raised Luke’s hand to his mouth and sucked Luke’s thumb between his lips.
Luke nearly stumbled but Connal’s other hand found his waist and steadied him.
Then Connal drew him closer until their bodies met. Luke’s hand was trapped between them, and he didn’t mind one bit. He rose onto his toes and aligned his dick with Connal’s. He pressed up onto his toes and managed to align his dick with Connal’s.
Connal moaned around Luke’s thumb and teased it with his tongue without looking away. Luke moved his hips in time with his hand, relying on Connal to keep them both balanced. Connal’s palm spread wide across Luke’s lower back before sliding lower.
“Fuck,” Luke groaned.
“Later,” Connal rumbled, finally releasing Luke’s thumb from his mouth.
The promise in that single word sent Luke over the edge.
Luke saw stars and dropped his head onto Connal’s shoulder as he came. Connal clutched him tighter and thrust into Luke’s fist. A moment later, Luke felt the first warm splash of Connal’s release against his hand.
When Connal stopped trembling, Luke lifted his head and brought his come-slicked hand to his mouth. He licked it, then leaned in.
Connal accepted the invitation and devoured Luke’s mouth. The taste of them both flooded Luke’s tongue. He chased more of it. Connal lifted Luke into his arms and then pressed him against the stone wall. The warm water stayed with them. Luke didn’t question the logistics. He didn’t really care.
He let himself go and sank into the kiss. For once, he didn’t worry about anything. It wasn’t until Connal finally drew back that Luke came back to himself.
“Wow.”
Connal grinned, sexy and almost feral in his pride. “Yes.”
Luke laughed and unwrapped his legs from Connal’s waist. He didn’t even remember wrapping them up in the first place. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
“Probably,” Connal replied.
“And put on some clean clothes.”
Connal tucked his face into Luke’s neck and kissed his way up to Luke’s ear. “You’re very wise.”
Luke shivered and leaned his head to the side to give Connal more access. “No, if I was wise, I’d spend the rest of my life doing this.”
“But alas, duty calls.”
Luke knew that what waited outside the door was important. He glanced at the thumb drive, then looked back at Connal.
It could wait five more minutes.