12. Zander
12
ZANDER
Knock. Knock. Knock .
The sharp rapping startled me, and I nearly dropped the book I’d been trying to read.
Who the hell was at my door at this hour?
Picking up my phone, I opened the app for the camera I’d installed over my front door.
A familiar man stood on my stoop, looking disheveled and distressed.
“Luka?” I asked the empty room.
Without thinking, I tossed my phone aside and hurried to the door to answer it.
“Hey, I’m sorry to just drop over like this,” he said, his voice tight and his words clipped and fast.
“It’s fine. Are you okay?” I asked, looking him up and down.
He wasn’t just distressed. He seemed like he was seconds away from panicking. His cheeks were flushed pink, his eyes were wide, and his hair was a mess, like he’d continuously run his fingers through it.
Even his posture was stiff. His shoulders were tight, his back was ramrod straight, and he was shifting from foot to foot like he was trying to decide if he should run away or not.
“I don’t know,” he let out a humorless laugh.
“Come in.” I waved him inside. Whatever was going on wasn’t going to be solved on my porch.
He stepped into the house, the screen door banging shut behind him.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
He let out a strangled sound. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it.”
“See what?” I asked, taking another quick sweep of him to make sure he wasn’t hurt. I couldn’t see any blood or bruises or any signs of a struggle or injury.
He wrung his hands in front of him. “I kinda have this problem, and I didn’t want to just show up like this, but I’ve been freaking out for hours and…”
“What problem? What happened?”
He scrubbed his hands over his face a few times and blew out a shaky breath.
“This problem I have,” he said, his eyes on the floor between us. “I can only talk to two people about it. I was trying to figure out a way to handle it that didn’t involve showing up on your doorstep on the verge of a panic attack, but I just…”
“Luka.” Taking a chance, I gently gripped his biceps in my hands. Hopefully touching him wouldn’t make things worse.
He closed his eyes and breathed in, relaxing slightly.
“Are you hurt?” I asked softly.
He shook his head.
“Did something happen to you? Or to your family?”
He shook his head again. “No, nothing like that.”
“Take a deep breath for me, okay? Can you do that?”
He nodded and sucked in a breath.
“Good.” I rubbed his arms. “Now let it out nice and slow.”
He did as I said.
“Good. Now another one. Again,” I coached. “One more.”
When he was done, he seemed marginally more relaxed.
“Can you open your eyes?”
He blinked them open and met my gaze.
“What happened?” I let go of his arms. “Take your time. You’re safe here.”
He let out a little chuckle. “We’ll see if that’s true once I get this out.”
I waited to see if he’d tell me what was going on, not sure what that could mean.
I was confused as fuck, but my only concern at that moment was making sure he was okay.
“So I kind of discovered something today.” He held my gaze, even though I could see how much of a struggle it was for him. “Something that’s so insane I’m still not even one hundred percent sure it’s true.”
I kept quiet. That wasn’t really clearing things up, but at least he was talking.
“And if it’s not true, then I’m about to make things really awkward, but probably not as awkward as they’ll be if it is true.” He blew out another breath, likely fortifying himself to finally tell me what was going on. “There are only two people in the world I can talk to about this, and they’re both you.”
“Come again?”
He let out a snort that could have been a laugh. “So I signed up for this app a while ago.”
My chest tightened. Where was he going with this?
“Called Kinksters.”
My heart dropped to my stomach, and the world around us sort of narrowed for a second, then snapped back to normal.
“And I started talking to this guy.” He swallowed hard. “And by talking, I mean sexting.”
My mouth fell open. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to say something, but no sound came out as I gaped at him, probably doing a great impression of a fish.
“Do I need to continue, or am I completely off base here?” he asked, looking almost hopeful at the possibility that he was wrong.
“You don’t need to continue,” I scraped out. “And I don’t think you’re off base.”
Luka was Sinbin.
Luka was the guy I’d been sexting with.
“I’m so sorry for just dropping this on you,” he said in a rush, his tone desperate. “I didn’t want to do it like this, but I had no idea what to do. I mean, how do you tell your friend that you’ve been having phone sex with each other without knowing it? Is there etiquette for something like that? Is that an in-person conversation? Text? Messages on Kinksters? A phone call? Like, how do you tell someone that?”
For some messed up reason, out of everything he’d just said, my stupid brain latched onto him calling us friends.
“I’m sorry?—”
“Shhhh,” I cut him off and gently rested my hands on his broad shoulders. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I didn’t fuck everything up?”
The look in his eyes was heartbreaking, like he truly believed he’d screwed things up by telling me the truth.
“No.” I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, trying not to get distracted by his strong muscles, and loosely held his neck so I could look into his eyes. “Nothing is fucked up.”
“I have no idea what to do right now,” he whispered, his gaze flicking to my lips, then back up to meet mine. Slowly, the tip of his tongue peeked out, and he swiped it over his lips, leaving behind an irresistible shine.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice low and raspy.
“I don’t know,” he croaked.
“I think you do.” I pressed my fingers a little harder into his neck.
He let out a gasp, his pupils blowing so wide I could barely see the beautiful blue of his iris.
“What do you want, Luka?” I asked again, running my thumbs over his pulse point.
I had no idea where my confidence was coming from. I wasn’t this guy, not in person. But it was different with Luka. Maybe it was because we were friends and I was comfortable with him, or maybe it was because I knew what he liked, so I didn’t have to overthink my every move and freak myself out.
Either way, Luka needed me to take charge right now, so that’s what I was going to do.
“You,” he breathed.
My entire body tightened as tingles shot through every part of me.
I was still having trouble wrapping my brain around Sinbin and Luka being the same person, but I’d wanted this for so long with both of them that my innate shyness stayed in the background for once.
Slowly, I leaned closer, using my thumbs to tip his face exactly where I wanted it, holding him tight enough to let him know who was in charge without being too restrictive.
He let out a soft whimper and closed his eyes a second before my lips brushed against his in a fleeting kiss.
“Zander,” he breathed, his eyes still closed and his lips only inches from mine.
The sound of my name in that lust-drenched voice was like a punch to the gut. That was Sinbin’s voice. Even without the filters, I could hear his voice in Luka’s.
Using my height, I stepped right up to him so our chests bumped and our cocks pressed together. Like me, he was only half-hard, but I could feel him swelling against me at the same time my own dick went fully hard at the contact.
First kisses had never been a big thing for me. Kissing was just another facet of foreplay, and I’d only kissed a few of the people I’d slept with over the years. It hadn’t really meant anything to me because I’d never had a partner I wanted to share that kind of intimacy with.
With Luka, I didn’t just want it—I needed it.
I wanted him to remember our first kiss, wanted to brand it on his brain so he thought about me every time he kissed someone.
Pushing aside the urge to take his mouth and ravage it with deep, hungry kisses, I brushed my lips against his again, keeping the contact light and brief.
He whimpered, his hands circling my hips and squeezing so tight his fingers cracked.
This time, instead of teasing him with a kiss, I gently traced the tip of my tongue over his lower lip.
His mouth fell open in a gasp. I slowly dipped into his mouth to stroke my tongue against his.
That seemed to snap Luka out of whatever thoughts had a hold of him. He let out a little snarl that was way too hot and attacked my mouth with hard, hot kisses.
Groaning, I met his kisses, letting him lead. I felt around behind him until my hand closed around the edge of my door. When I had it, I swung it closed with a loud crash .
My entire body felt like it was on fire, my mind completely devoid of any thought except for a single word: mine.
Luka moaned against my mouth, his kisses desperate and messy. He clawed at my back and hitched one leg up to wrap it around my thigh, trying to get as close to me as possible.
Greedily, I ran my hand over the swell of his ass, then down the leg he had wrapped around me. He whimpered again and rocked his hips, dragging his hard cock over mine.
I loved how eager he was, how he wasn’t afraid to show me just how much he wanted this.
How much he wanted me.
Gently, I pushed his leg down, but before he could feel rejected, I walked him backward a few steps and pinned him against the wall. When we were steady, I gripped his thighs and yanked them up, holding him against the wall as he wrapped his muscular legs around my waist.
He tore his lips from mine with a gasp, his chest heaving as hot breaths sawed out of him. “I’m too heavy,” he said, a hint of panic in his voice.
“I’ve got you.” I kissed just under his ear. “Just relax and trust me.”
He sort of melted against the wall, his head back and his arms and legs wrapped around me like a koala.
I dropped a line of nibbling kisses down the column of his throat, stopping to suck gently on his pulse point. Not hard enough to leave a mark, just hard enough he felt it.
“God, Zander,” he groaned, tilting his head to the side to give me better access. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Did he mean he wanted this with me for so long, or with MrNiceGuy?
Not letting myself get distracted, I pushed that thought out of my head and focused on the fact that I had Luka in my arms. And on how long I’d wanted to have him like this.
I had no idea what would happen when the spell was broken, and I was feeling greedy. If this was going to be the only time I got to be with him like this, then I wanted as much as he was willing to give me.
“Me too,” I said, catching his mouth in a deep kiss.
He kissed me back, eager and hungry, and let go of my shoulders so he could push his hands through my hair. His fingers slid through the strands, gently tugging and pulling on them in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Please,” he begged against my lips.
“Please, what?” I pitched my voice low and added a little more rasp to it.
“I-I don’t know.” He blinked at me dazedly.
His lips were pink and swollen from my kisses, and his cheeks were flushed. His eyes were glassy but still focused enough that I knew he was aware of what was happening.
Luka always looked beautiful, but right then, he was breathtaking.
“Do you remember the stoplight method?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want to use that again?”
He nodded eagerly.
I pressed a soft kiss against his full lips, slowing the pace. I wanted him, but I wasn’t going to rush things. Not only because I wanted to savor every second of what could be our only time together, but because I wanted him to feel cherished.
Hard and rough was hot as fuck, but not for our first time.
Luka melted against me, kissing me back and moaning against my mouth like he couldn’t control his pleasure sounds. I kept up my teasing, wanting more of his sighs and moans and bitten-off cries. Every time he got a bit too eager, I slowed things down by pulling back and nipping at his lips until he let me lead the kiss again.
When he was nearly feral with need, I kissed him hard and deep, swallowing his satisfied cry.
“Do you want to suck me?” I asked, or rather, rasped, against his lips when he started rocking his hips to get some friction on his cock.
“Yes.” He pressed his hard dick against my stomach. “Want to taste you so bad.”
Pausing to center myself, I pulled in a deep breath. God, he was so responsive, so eager. I’d thought it was hot over the phone, but that had nothing on how incredible he was in person.
I lowered his legs and held him as he found his balance. When he was steady, I let go and stepped back.
He looked at me with wide, glassy eyes, desperate for instruction and looking so hot my dick pulsed in my briefs and my balls throbbed with desire.
I needed to calm the fuck down, or I’d shoot the second he put his mouth on me.
“You want this?” I rubbed a hand over my stiff cock, pressing hard to distract myself with a little pain.
He nodded eagerly, his hungry gaze on my hand.
“What do you say?”
He snapped his eyes to mine. “Please.”
“Good boy.”
His eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds, a dreamy smile tilting his plush lips.
I rubbed myself again, and the sting of pain almost made me gasp.
He opened his eyes and pulled his teeth over his bottom lip in a move that was way too sexy.
Slowly, I lifted my hand and held the side of his face. He pressed against my touch like a needy kitten. I dragged my thumb over his bottom lip.
He touched the tip of his tongue to my thumb.
With a low groan, I pushed my thumb into his mouth.
He sighed happily and sucked on it, curling his tongue around my digit in a way that made me see stars.
“Look at you,” I rumbled, my body so tight I wasn’t sure I’d last long enough to enjoy his mouth. “You love this.”
He sucked harder, his gaze hungry.
“On your knees.”
Slowly, he let my thumb fall from his lips with a lewd pop . A playful smirk replaced the look of hunger.
Before I could register what was happening, he grabbed my hips and used his strength to spin us around so I was against the door, then sank to the floor in front of me.
That little show of force excited me way more than it should have, and his eager grin twisted something inside me.
“Good boy.” I ran one hand through his silky hair and gently gripped the strands to tilt his head back.
He looked up at me through hooded eyes.
God, seeing him like that, all needy and on his knees for me, was almost too much.
“Do you want to suck me?” I asked.
“Yes. I want it.”
“Then go ahead and suck me.” Letting go of his hair, I leaned back against the door.
Eagerly, he dropped his gaze to my cock and the ridiculous bulge it created in my sweats.
I pressed my hands against the door to ground myself and waited to see what he would do.
With a soft sigh, he leaned forward and dropped a teasing kiss against my dick, right over my clothes. His moan was almost as hot as feeling his mouth on me, and I had to steel myself as he pressed a line of those sweet kisses up my shaft.
“Yes, Luka,” I encouraged. “That feels good.”
He pressed his cheek against my cock and nuzzled it.
“So good,” I whispered.
Not breaking eye contact, Luka hooked his fingers over the waistband of my sweats and tugged them down. Then he ran his tongue up my shaft, licking over the soft material of my boxer briefs.
The effect was incredible, hot and a bit rough and so damn sexy I couldn’t stop my moan of approval.
He grinned impishly and did it again.
“Luka,” I breathed, sliding one hand into his hair to grip the strands.
He mouthed at my cock, pressing teasing kisses against it between hot licks.
A snippet of one of our phone sessions popped into the forefront of my mind. He’d said he liked it rough, liked being forced.
“Do you remember your colors?” I asked, gripping his hair tighter.
He nodded and ran his tongue up my shaft like it was a popsicle.
“Do you promise to use them if you need to?” I pulled his head back the slightest bit. I needed to make sure he wasn’t distracted when he answered.
“I promise,” he rasped.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” The last thing I wanted was to stop the action, but I needed to ask.
He shook his head and licked his lips invitingly. “I trust you.”
Adrenaline and lust surged through me, and I let out a low growl before I could stop it. With my free hand, I shoved the front of my briefs down so my cock sprang free.
“Open your mouth.” I gripped his head with both of my hands and held tight enough he’d have to really pull to get away.
Two spots of color appeared high on his cheekbones, and he parted his lips with a whimper.
Roughly, I yanked his head forward and slipped my cock between his lips. He immediately closed his mouth around my cockhead and sucked hard, pulling me in as I slid my length over his tongue.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Take it. Take it all.”
He moaned around my dick and let me tilt his head back so I had a better angle. I’d never asked him if he could deep throat, so instead of shoving my cock down his throat, I pushed in at a steady pace and watched his face to see his reaction.
He stared up at me with glassy eyes, like I was a vision from the heavens or something equally magnificent. There was so much trust and reverence in his gaze I had to bite the inside of my cheek so I didn’t come right then.
My cockhead bumped the back of his throat, and he spasmed around it, coughing as his gag reflex was triggered.
“You like that?” I pulled my dick out of his mouth to give him a chance to answer.
“Love it,” he rasped.
“You want to choke on my dick like a good boy? Make me come down your throat?”
“Yes! Give it to me.” He opened his mouth in invitation.
With a shuddering groan, I pushed my dick between his parted lips, going all the way back until I felt his throat spasm again.
I kept my eyes on Luka’s face as I fucked his mouth. I’d never been this rough with anyone. The way he coughed and choked around me felt amazing, but it was how he trusted me to do this to him that made it a thousand times more erotic.
Trying not to let the moment overwhelm me, I focused on Luka and not on how incredible he felt. I made sure to pull him off me every minute or so to give him a chance to suck in a deep breath, but that was it.
Luka’s hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he moaned and coughed around my cock. The vibrations felt incredible, but I didn’t want to finish like this.
“So good,” I gritted out, locking my thighs as I pulled him off me. “You like that?” I let go of his head and leaned back against the door.
He nodded and licked his lips, which were shiny with spit and precum and so inviting I couldn’t help bending down to give him a quick kiss.
“You want to make me come?” I asked when I pulled away.
He rubbed his cock over his sweats and nodded.
“Hands off.” I ran the backs of my fingers over his cheek. “That’s mine. You come when I say you can, not a moment before. Got it?”
“Yeah.” He licked his lips again.
“Good boy.” I dropped my hand and leaned back against the door. “Now show me how much you want my load. Make me come, Luka.”
He dropped his gaze to my dick and drew me into his mouth again. He sucked me hard, hollowing his cheeks and moving over my length in quick bobs.
“That’s it,” I murmured, watching his every move like I was going to be tested on it later. “So good, baby. You feel amazing, look so hot. Like you were made for me.”
His eyes fluttered closed and he doubled his efforts, using one hand to stroke the part of me his mouth couldn’t reach.
I kept murmuring encouragements to him, telling him how good he felt, how hot he looked, and how hard he was going to make me come as I fought my impending orgasm.
I could feel it building inside me like a storm, ready to burst out at any second. I didn’t want it to end, but there was no way I could stop it.
“You ready for it?” I asked, giving him a chance to pull off if he wanted.
He moaned and tugged on my balls, taking me all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing around my cockhead.
“Oh fuck,” I panted, locking my thighs as pleasure filled every part of me in a delicious wave. “That’s it, Luka. I’m coming.”
He pushed forward until his lips were wrapped around my base and flipped his eyes up so I could see just how much he wanted it.
My orgasm tore out of me in a burst of pleasure that was so strong the only sound I could manage was a choked cry. Then my cock pulsed as I emptied into Luka’s waiting mouth.
He swallowed me down, eager and perfect, and stroked me through it, never taking his eyes off my face. That was nearly as amazing as feeling his hot mouth around my cock, and I gave myself over to the moment and rode the waves.
Just as the pleasure started to switch to pain, Luka pulled off me and sat back on his heels.
“Holy fuck,” I panted, letting my head fall back against the wall for a second so I could get my brain to reconnect with my body. “Get up here.”
Luka stood. I grabbed him and yanked him close, covering his mouth with mine. My taste lingered on his tongue, and I didn’t bother stifling my moan, letting him hear how much I liked that.
He clawed at me like a man possessed, his hands raking over my clothes as he pushed me against the door with his powerful body.
When we pulled apart, Luka stared at me with wide, wild eyes, his body tight and his chest heaving.
“Do you want my mouth?” I half asked, half growled, holding his hips and keeping his hard cock pressed against my soft one.
“Yeah. Want it.”
“Where do you want it?”
He started to say something but stopped, a look of confusion crossing his features.
“Do you want it on your cock?”
He nodded eagerly.
“Or do you want it on your hole?”
His mouth dropped open in shock.
“Or maybe you want both.” Pushing a hand between us, I cupped his cock and gave it a squeeze. He was so hard and hot under my touch, and my mouth watered at the thought of finally getting to not only see him but taste him.
He moaned and pressed against my hand.
“Tell me.” Another squeeze. “Tell me what you want, Luka.”
“Both,” he whispered.
Leaning in, I gave him a sweet kiss. “How about you put your hands on the door and let me at that sweet ass of yours?”
He drew in a shaky breath and switched places with me, his hands on the door, and looked over his shoulder at me.
“So hot.” I ran my hand down his back and over the swell of his ass.
“Zander…”
I lifted my eyes to his. He bit his lip. Something was wrong.
“Do you want this?” I asked. “Use your colors if you have to.”
“I do.” He chewed on his lip. “I’m just…I didn’t…”
I pressed against his back and ran my hands down his sides and over his stomach and chest. He relaxed against me and let his head fall back against my shoulder. “You didn’t what? Tell me,” I asked, my voice low and my lips next to his ear.
“Prep,” he said on a soft sigh.
I pressed a kiss against his temple and rubbed my hand over his bulge. “Did you shower after work?”
“Yeah.”
“I won’t use my fingers or go deep, I promise. And if you don’t like it, or it doesn’t feel good, tell me. Okay?”
He nodded. “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” I kissed his temple again. “We don’t have to do this now if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I want to.” He made a frustrated sound. “I’m just…”
“In your head?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to help with that?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
“No apologizing.” I kissed his temple again and wrapped my arms around his waist to give him a hug. “Not for anything. Ask questions if you have them. Say something if you’re not comfortable or use your colors if that’s easier. This will only work if we’re both open and honest about what we want.”
“I’m—” He cut himself off with a snicker.
“You were about to apologize again,” I said knowingly.
“Guilty.” He tilted his face toward mine, his lips seeking.
I kissed him nice and slow. He sighed against my mouth and relaxed in my arms.
“Good boy,” I murmured, breaking the kiss and rubbing my hands over his chest and stomach. “Now close your eyes and focus on my voice. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” he murmured.
“Good boy.”
He leaned back against me. I adjusted my grip on him so I had one arm wrapped around his middle and my other hand pressing against the center of his stomach.
“Take a deep breath,” I paused to let him obey. “Now hold it, and let it go.” I rubbed his stomach in a slow circle. “Do that three times for me, okay?”
I held him as he breathed for me, each exhale longer and more drawn out than the last.
“How do you feel?”
“Good,” he said, his voice a bit dreamy.
I pressed a kiss against his temple and slipped my hand under the waistband of his sweats.
He sighed softly and rocked his hips. The tip of his cock brushed against my fingers, the material of his underwear damp with precum.
Carefully, I worked my hand into his briefs. We both moaned when I gripped his hard length.
He bucked his hips and pushed his cock through my fist.
I let him, marveling at the sensation of having his hot, hard cock in my hand. After a few more thrusts, I put my lips next to his ear.
“Push your pants down and let me see you.”
With a shaking hand, he worked his sweats and briefs down until they were around his thighs.
I looked over his shoulder. The sight of his hard cock in my hand made my spent dick twitch as blood rushed south.
He had a nice dick. Long and thick with a broad head and patch of neatly trimmed blond hair at the base.
“Zander,” he moaned.
“Yes, baby?” Letting go of his dick, I cupped his balls and gently rolled them in my hand.
He didn’t seem to have a lot of hair there, but that could be because of his light coloring and not because he shaved or waxed.
“I need…”
“What do you need?” Releasing his balls, I lightly danced my fingers across his stomach, over his hip, and down the swell of his full ass.
“Touch me,” he gritted out. “Please.”
“Touch you where?” Pressing one finger between his ass cheeks, I traced it down his crease until I felt the pleated skin of his hole. Gently, I tapped my finger against it. “Here?”
“Yes.” He shifted so he was leaning against the door, his head down and his ass popped out. “Please.”
I kissed the back of his neck. “Stay just like that for me.”
Not wanting to give him a chance to get lost in his head again, I sank to my knees and split him open with my hands.
“Oh god,” he gasped.
Moving slowly so he could tell me to stop if he needed, I leaned in and pressed the flat of my tongue against his puckered opening.
He jerked like I’d electrocuted him, his loud cry echoing in the hallway.
“Good?” I asked.
“So fucking good,” he moaned, leaning over and arching his back in a way that should have come with a warning label.
Taking that as my invitation to continue, I swiped my tongue over him, lapping and licking at his hole.
His moans and the way he pushed back against my tongue, begging me with both his words and his body for more, made the experience that much hotter.
I loved being able to do this for him, to give him pleasure like this. There was something so intimate about what we were sharing, and my hindbrain really loved that not only was I his first, but that he was also mine.
“Fuck, Zander,” he panted, pushing back against my mouth deliriously. “So good. So fucking good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
A low growl escaped my throat, and I pushed my tongue inside him.
He cried out, his legs shaking and his hands scrabbling for purchase against the smooth wood of the door.
Wanting more of those cries, I fucked him with my tongue. It was messy and wet and uncoordinated, but that didn’t stop him from pushing back against me and begging for more.
“Stop,” he cried, dropping his head against the door with a hollow thunk .
I pulled off immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he panted, his forehead still pressed against the door. “I didn’t want to come yet.”
He’d almost come from having my tongue in him? God, that was hot.
“You were close?”
“Yeah.” He huffed out a strangled laugh. “Still am.”
“Turn around.”
He did, flopping around dramatically, making me smile as he sort of fell against the door.
I took a second to look at his dick, really look at it now that I was up close and personal with it. It was as perfect as I’d thought. My mouth watered as I lifted my eyes back to his.
He was staring down at me in wonder, his lips parted and his eyes glassy with desire.
Raising one hand, he tenderly tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You have no idea how many times I pictured this.”
Did he mean with me or with MrNiceGuy? It shouldn’t matter. We were the same person, and it was stupid to be jealous of my own internet handle if he didn’t mean me.
“What did you picture?” I asked.
He bit his lip, looking adorably bashful. “You on your knees.”
“And what am I doing while I’m on my knees?”
“Sucking me,” he breathed, his expression a mix of hopeful and shy.
“Like this?” I wrapped my hand around his length and held him still.
He nodded, his eyes locked on mine.
Leaning in, I swiped my tongue over his slit. His taste filled my senses, and I didn’t bother stifling my moan.
“God, Zander.” He carded his fingers through my hair and pushed the strands back from my face. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” I gave his tip a kittenish lick. “Feels good.”
He huffed out a laugh. “So does that.”
With a wicked grin, I ran my tongue around his cockhead, then dragged it down his length in a long, slow lick.
His other hand slid into my hair, his touch gentle and light.
I’d always loved having my hair played with, and Luka was driving me crazy. I just came a few minutes ago, and incredibly, I was already half-hard again.
Ignoring my dick, I drew Luka into my mouth, savoring not only his taste and the feel of his silky skin, but the heavy weight of him against my tongue.
Sucking harder, I moved over him, taking about half of him and stroking the rest with my hand.
“Zander,” he moaned, letting his head fall back against the door.
Releasing his cock, I took him all the way down my throat and swallowed around him, holding him there as I ran my hands over his thighs, his ass, and over his stomach.
His body was incredible, all hard muscle and warm skin. I slid my hand under his shirt and stroked his stomach, loving the little bit of softness.
“Oh fuck, Zander.” His legs trembled, and he tightened his grip on my hair.
I’d originally planned to edge him, to bring him to the brink of pleasure again and again, but he was too close. And that wasn’t what I wanted tonight to be about, not anymore. Luka wasn’t just a guy I was hooking up with. He was my friend, and I cared about him. Playing around with power dynamics was hot as fuck, but it wasn’t the only way to get off.
I wanted more with him.
Hell, if I was being honest with myself, I wanted everything with him.
Releasing him from the back of my throat, I moved over him at a steady clip, sucking hard and watching his face to make sure I tailored every move to his groans and cries so I could give him the most pleasure possible.
His grip on my hair bordered on painful. “Zander, I’m…I can’t.”
I let him fall from my mouth and drew in a few much-needed breaths. “Are you going to come for me?”
“I want to, so bad.”
“You can come.” I resumed sucking him but only managed a few bobs of my head before Luka stiffened and let out a cry I was going to be hearing in my fantasies for years to come.
His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I sucked harder, moving faster to help tip him over the edge.
“Oh fuck!” he slammed his hips forward and jammed his cock down my throat.
I managed to pull back to avoid choking, and he came hard, spilling in my mouth and writhing against the door.
“Oh fuck. I’m so sorry, I’m just…that was—god,” he babbled, letting go of my hair.
I sucked him through it, and when I finally pulled off him, he was slumped against the door and breathing like he’d just run up a dozen flights of stairs.
Wiping my mouth, I stood and wrapped my arms around him.
He fell against me with a satisfied sigh.
“Why are you sorry?” I asked.
“I didn’t warn you,” he mumbled, his strong arms holding me tight.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” I rubbed his back. “You taste good.”
He moaned and slotted his mouth against mine in a messy kiss.
I kissed him back, giving him time to come down from his orgasm and enjoying the chance to hold him like this.