Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
SAWYER
Lukas was solid and warm underneath me. I sighed into the kiss, giving him more of my weight, letting it press down on him so he could feel exactly what he did to me.
I didn’t know how far he would allow things to go between us, and though I was greedy, I’d take whatever he’d give me, even if it was just a super-heated make-out session on my living room floor.
His arms came around me, and his hands slid over my body, touching me everywhere. When he cupped my ass and dragged me closer, rocking up into me, I let out a needy moan and kissed him with urgency.
All day, I’d wanted nothing more than this right here, this passion, this closeness, and now that I had it, I wanted to live in it. To pause time and let this moment last forever. Lukas let me take the lead, and I tried not to wonder if it was because of his work history.
Did men usually expect him to be the one in control?
It took all my mental fortitude to push that question and any subsequent thoughts aside. If I got trapped in a circle of wondering about the quality of sex he had with other people, I’d never get it up.
I sat up as much as the fort would allow and tugged at the hem of Lukas’s shirt.
He sat up and tugged the shirt off over his head.
He took my face in his hands and hauled me back down, slanting his mouth over mine.
The kiss left me oxygen deprived and dizzy.
My hips, of their own accord, undulated, grinding my cock against Lukas’s, sending fireworks shooting off behind my eyes.
Never had I ever been kissed so thoroughly, so completely, so hard and deep that I ached from it.
The breathlessness made my head swim, and I pulled away, tucking my face in the curve of Lukas’s neck.
I kissed him there too. I mouthed the shell of his ear, took the lobe into my mouth and nipped it gently with my teeth.
Lukas shivered underneath me, his hands touching me, teasing me, mapping my form and making sure I stayed close to him.
Lukas tugged my shirt off, and I kicked myself for not doing it sooner.
The feeling of his skin against mine was almost enough to make me come right then.
Or maybe that was due to the subtle friction when our bodies continued to rock together.
As much as it pained me to pull away from his mouth, to leave that glorious experience behind, I kissed up the line of his jaw.
Down the column of his throat. I kissed down his chest, dragging my mouth along the slant of his clavicle, then lower to his dusky, hairy nipples.
Lukas’s chest was nicely hairy with a dark swatch that extended down his stomach in a thin trail before disappearing into his jeans.
I shuffled lower so I could tease his nipples.
Lukas’s hand sank into my hair, his touch grounding, reassuring as I mouthed the pebbled nipple.
His fingers tightened when I flicked the bud with my tongue before moving over to the other one.
The sounds Lukas made went straight to my dick.
Every groan made my cock twitch. Every moan made my pulse race.
I wanted to be naked with him with a desperation that I was only able to ignore because I knew once we were naked, it would be over way too fast, and I wanted to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of this that I could.
Orgasms were nice, but this—having Lukas underneath me, melting into my touch, moaning into my mouth when I kissed him again—was so much better. Well, maybe not better, but definitely a solid tie. Orgasms were the end result of a journey I wanted to stay on for as long as possible.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Lukas whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my flesh. The blanket fort was getting a little stuffy, but neither one of us seemed to care enough to say anything about that.
“I’m driving myself crazy too,” I assured him, bucking my hips forward to press my dick against his.
Lukas reached down and grabbed my ass in both hands.
“Do that again,” he said, either a warning or command, or maybe they were different sides of the same coin.
I did it again, this time without kissing him so I could see his face. His eyes were hooded, and he had that lusty look on his face, the kind that made my blood run hotter than the sun.
“Too many clothes,” Lukas rasped and suddenly his hands were at my fly. He popped the button and dragged the zipper down. I had to move off him to shimmy out of my pants and I watched with interest as he undid his fly and arched off the floor to shove his pants down.
“These too?” I asked him, tugging at the waist of my briefs.
“If you’re comfortable,” Lukas said and I melted a little at how perfect his answer was. How perfect he was.
I held his gaze and wiggled out of my briefs. The way Lukas raked his gaze over my body made me feel feverish all over. His tongue poked out and slid along his lip. Holding my gaze, he pushed his own underwear down, kicking them off into the ether.
Before I could get too in my head about everything that was going on between us, I kissed him again. Soft and with no tongue. I let my lips dance over his, and then I moved down his body, kissing a path to his cock.
“You don’t have to,” Lukas told me, but I just looked up at him and smiled.
“But I want to, if you want me to.”
He smirked. “Well, if you want to, I’m not going to say no.”
“I’ve never given a birthday blowjob before. Is there a special trick to it?”
That got a laugh out of him. “Since I’ve never received a birthday blowjob before, you’ll have to let me know.”
I buried my face in the sexy crease in his groin where his leg met his torso.
He smelled clean, like skin and maybe a bit of soap with just a hint of an earthy scent that made me nuzzle in deeper and inhale.
I lifted my head and met his eyes one more time, then turned my attention back to his cock.
It was long and thick with a beautifully formed mushroom head that was currently a very lovely shade of pink.
A prominent vein ran up the underside of his cock, and I indulged myself by tracing it with my tongue.
The groan that rumbled out of Lukas made my own cock throb so I did it again.
The second time around, I stopped at the head and swirled my tongue around it, gathering his taste onto my tongue.
It was slightly salty and slick from precum.
His body flexed underneath me as if it was taking all his strength and will power to lie there and let me toy with him.
My sexual experience wasn’t nearly as advanced as Lukas’s was, but he didn’t seem to care, so neither did I.
He clearly didn’t care when I wrapped my lips around his cock and slowly worked it into my mouth.
He shook and moaned, and his fingers twisted in my hair, but he didn’t push.
He seemed content to let me lead. To bask in my attention and let me take things at whatever speed I was comfortable with.
“Fuck, that’s nice, Sawyer,” Lukas whispered.
His praise went straight to my dick, and I wanted to rut against something, preferably him, until I came.
I quelled that urge in favor of taking Lukas’s cock deeper.
I’d never mastered the art of deep-throating, but I was a wizard with my tongue and I put it to work, swirling it around the head of his cock, teasing his slit, doing everything in my power to make him crazy.
The flavor of precum flooded my mouth, and I drank it down like it was a gift.
He nearly lost his mind when I moved my attention to his balls, gently licking them, rolling them around in my mouth until my jaw started to ache and Lukas, sensing that it needed a rest, hauled me up and slammed his mouth into mine.
He rolled us over so he was on top and then grinned down at me, his smile dazzlingly bright.
“My turn.” He straddled me and lined our cocks up.
Pleasure zipped through me, robbing me of my breath as Lukas took both of us in hand.
I watched, mesmerized, as he worked up a mouth of saliva and spit it with his perfect aim.
My hands fluttered at my sides, unsure of what to do until they found his legs, and I rested them there, his furry thighs soft on my skin.
Lukas hunched over and kissed me at an awkward angle as his hand slowly started to move between us, spreading his spit and our precum around to smooth the glide.
“If I had thought this was going to happen, I would’ve had lube handy.” My laugh came out more like a breathless wheeze.
“This is perfect.” Lukas kissed me again with a tenderness that made my chest ache. He sat up and went back to focusing on his hand around our dicks and the slide of skin on skin.
I didn’t know what to say to that or if I could talk at all.
My brain had gone offline entirely, and the only thing I seemed to be capable of was panting and moaning and watching Lukas jerk us off.
I didn’t even have the brainpower necessary to warn him of my impending orgasm.
It had been building for so long that the eruption took me by surprise, slamming into me out of nowhere.
“That’s right,” Lukas crooned. “Look at you. God, you’re gorgeous.”
His words overwhelmed me in the best way, and the ache in my chest bloomed into an unexpected warmth.
Maybe it was all talk, maybe it was the kind of thing he was used to saying, but his words sounded genuine.
He sounded like he meant the pretty things he said to me as I came all over his hand. His cock.
He kept stroking us both. My dick was getting far too sensitive for comfort, but I wanted him to come.
I needed to feel it. I was about to beg him when suddenly his hips thrust sharply, the grip on our dicks tightened, and then he was coming.
He tipped his head back, bumping into the top of the fort, but he didn’t seem bothered by it.
He rocked forward, fucking his dick against mine in the channel created by his hand.
The jut of his Adam’s apple made me want to rise up and bite it.
To lick it. To taste and touch every part of him.
But I was boneless. Sticky and sated and a little bit ruined.
When Lukas was done, he tipped his head down and met my gaze, then without breaking eye contact, he brought his cum-sticky fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off.
My dick stirred, becoming interested once again despite having just come.
“Get down here and kiss me,” I told him instead.
His answering grin made him look younger than he was and a little more boyish than I was used to seeing him.
He slid down and settled in next to me. I turned over on my side to face him, and he wound his arms around me, tangled his legs with mine and then leaned in.
The kiss we shared was gentle and salty with the taste of us on his tongue. It was perfect.