16. Luka
16
LUKA
My body tightened, and I let out an embarrassingly loud groan. I wanted that.
“Soon,” he promised with a dark chuckle. “But not tonight. Not for our first time.”
I shuddered as hopeful anticipation mixed with the nearly uncontrollable need rolling around inside me.
Silently, he stepped back and held out his hand. I took it and followed him out of the garage and up to the second floor.
He led me into one of the rooms. As soon as I crossed the threshold, he crowded me against the wall next to the door.
His kisses were hot and hard, and he jammed one big thigh between my legs, pressing it against my cock. I rubbed shamelessly against him, whimpering against his mouth as I greedily ran my hands over every part of him I could reach.
Not pausing his kisses, he undid my shirt, his nimble fingers moving swiftly down the line of buttons. When the last one popped free, he grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm against his cock.
I moaned against his mouth and rubbed his hard length over his jeans. I wanted to taste him again, to feel him in every part of me. With fumbling hands, I undid his pants and worked one down the front of them so I could grip his hard cock.
He tore his mouth from mine, and we both looked down.
His dick peeked out from the waistband of his underwear, a bead of precum on the tip. Using my thumb, I spread the bead over his cockhead, slicking it up. I couldn’t do much more than rub him with his pants still up around his waist, but even that little tease was enough to set my blood on fire.
He crashed his mouth down on mine and pushed my hand off his cock. But before I could freak out or feel rejected, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, pinning me against the wall. Instead of panicking like last time, I wrapped my legs around his waist and sank into the sensation of being fully supported and held like I was no heavier than a laundry basket.
I wasn’t a small guy, and while I was shorter than Zander, I weighed more than him. The fact that he could so easily lift and manhandle me was a huge turn-on. It made me feel vulnerable, and I liked it way too much.
Just as I was getting lost in his kisses, he stepped back from the wall and carried me toward the bed, his mouth never leaving mine.
I clung to him, our kisses wild and messy as my heart raced and my stomach swooped from the show of strength. When he reached the bed, he tore his lips from mine and tossed me down on the firm mattress.
I landed on my back with a soft bounce and stared up at him as he loomed over me, his hungry gaze raking over my body.
I licked my kiss-swollen lips and let him look at me, loving the heat in his eyes and the possessive desire I saw in them.
No one had ever looked at me like that—like he didn’t just want me, but he needed me.
I felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and my mouth went dry as he pulled a hair tie off his wrist and slowly gathered his hair into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.
I’d seen him do that dozens of times in the past few months. It was the same style he wore at work, but something about how he did it made me wonder if there was more to the move than just getting his hair out of the way.
When his hair was back, he dragged his tongue over his lower lip, then slowly scraped his teeth over it.
I could only stare up at him, enthralled by the subtle changes in his demeanor. The hints of shyness and uncertainty that had lingered under the possessive heat disappeared, and his gaze went from hungry to something darker and more primal. Even his posture changed, his shoulders relaxing as he stood up straighter, his legs spread wide in a stance that was pure power, like an apex predator about to pounce on his prey.
My entire body flushed hot, and my cock was so hard it pushed painfully against my jeans.
“Undo your pants,” he commanded in a deep rumble that hit me right in the chest.
Fumbling like a moron who’d never worn pants before, I tore them open, then paused, waiting for further instructions.
“Good boy.” He undid one of the buttons on his shirt. “Now take them off for me.”
I did as he said, shoving my jeans down until they gathered around my ankles. He hadn’t told me to take off my socks and shoes, but I couldn’t get my pants off with them still on. I glanced up at him. He nodded, silently giving me permission to take care of them.
He undid another button as I yanked both off, then undid another one when I kicked off my jeans, leaving me in just my underwear and open shirt.
“Good boy.” He dropped his hands to the next button but didn’t undo it. “Do you remember your colors?”
I nodded.
“I need the word,” he prompted gently.
“Yes. I remember them.”
“Do you promise to use them if you need to?”
I couldn’t see myself having to use them with him, but knowing I could helped me relax and quieted the last of the noise in my head. “I promise.”
“So good.” He undid the button, leaving only one still done up. “Take off your shirt.”
I yanked it off and tossed it aside, never taking my eyes off him.
Zander’s smirk-smile was way hotter than it had any business being as he fingered the final button.
I should have felt uncomfortable, considering he was basically still fully clothed while I was in only my underwear, but I didn’t. And my cock was definitely into it as it strained against the fabric of my underwear.
“What do you want?” he asked, still toying with the button.
“I want to taste you,” I said breathlessly. “Want to take you in my mouth, suck you and make you feel so good.”
“Yeah?” he asked with a teasing grin. “Then go ahead and suck me.”
Eagerly, I got up on my knees and crawled to him. He didn’t stop me when I raised my hands to undo the last button.
He stood still and let me push the shirt over his shoulders.
“Take it off for me,” I said, my voice shaking slightly from both nerves and arousal.
He immediately obeyed.
I dropped my gaze to his open pants and the hard length trapped under his briefs.
Hooking my fingers over his waistband, I tugged his jeans down until they were around his thighs. His briefs were dark blue and slightly shiny, emphasizing the outline of his hard cock. I pressed my cheek against his bulge and nuzzled it.
“That’s it, baby.” His strong fingers ran through my hair. “That feels good.”
A strange sort of calm settled over me, and I lifted my eyes to his.
“Show me,” he rasped. “Show me how much you want to suck me.”
More of that calm filled me, chasing away the last of my distraction so all I could see, all I could think about, was him.
With a soft sigh, I dragged the front of his briefs down and swallowed his cock, taking him as deep as I dared on the first pass.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, sifting his fingers through my hair. “Show me how much you want me.”
Another wave of calm washed over me. I closed my eyes and moved over him, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue to tease the underside of his shaft.
This wasn’t normal for me. I was a chronic overthinker, and that included when I was having sex. Usually I was distracted thinking about technique and trying to figure out what my partner was thinking. I spent so much time in my head worrying about my next move that I didn’t get to fully enjoy the present.
It wasn’t like that with Zander. Maybe it was because he was the one in charge and all I had to do was listen and obey. I’d never had that before, but it was more than that.
I trusted him, and that made it easy to give him control and shut my brain down and just be in the moment.
“Good boy,” he breathed, shaking me free from my thoughts and reminding me that this was fucking hot and I’d spent more hours than I’d ever admit to fantasizing about doing just this. “So good, Luka.”
The sound of my name in that voice, so reverent and filled with lust, made my body tighten and my balls throb. I wanted to touch myself, to give my dick some relief, but I resisted.
Instead, I lifted one hand off the bed and gently cupped Zander’s balls, rolling and tugging on them as I worked him over with my mouth.
“Enough, baby,” he said a few minutes later, using his grip on my hair to gently tug me off him.
I sat back on my heels and waited to see what he would do next.
Zander pushed his underwear and pants down his legs. “On your back.”
I flopped down so fast I probably looked like one of those dogs people trained to fall over and play dead when they pretended to shoot it.
Zander’s affectionate chuckle tickled my ear, and the soft smile on his lips warmed me from the inside.
He finished pulling off his clothes and stood there for a moment, naked and magnificent.
“Holy shit, you’re hot,” I said before I could stop myself.
He smiled and put one knee on the bed. “So are you.”
“Yeah?” Heat rose in my cheeks again.
“Oh yeah.” He crawled over me, one knee between my thighs and one hand on either side of my shoulders. “You’re gorgeous, Luka. And I don’t just mean your looks. All of you is beautiful.”
My chest squeezed at the compliment. No one had ever said anything like that to me before, and it touched something deep inside me.
Before I could get lost in my head again, Zander’s mouth covered mine in a deep kiss as he blanketed me with his body and pressed me into the mattress.
Hooking my legs around his thighs, I kissed him back, loving the sensation of having all of him on me.
I’d never had this kind of sex with a man before. The few times I’d bottomed, it had been quick and impersonal with no kissing and very little foreplay beyond prep. That was fine when the only thing I wanted out of the encounter was an orgasm, but this was just as much about the journey as it was about the ending.
Zander’s kiss was slow and sensual, almost drugging as he rocked his body over mine, our hard dicks sliding against each other. Not fast or hard enough to give me any sort of relief, but just enough to drive me crazy with need.
“Zander,” I said, begged, against his kiss, bumping my hips up in a desperate attempt to get him to move faster.
“Do you want my mouth?” he asked in that low rumble that was going to be my undoing.
“Yes!” Deliriously, I raked my nails down his back hard enough to leave marks.
His answering growl told me he enjoyed that as much as I did.
I lay back against the bed as Zander peppered a line of kisses down my neck, over my chest, then down my stomach. He took a moment to nibble and kiss the skin over the waistband of my underwear, then gently pulled them down, his mouth following the path of my briefs until he kissed the base of my dick.
“Fuck,” I hissed, locking my thighs so I didn’t start humping the air. I was wound so tight I was low-key worried I wouldn’t last long enough for him to get his dick in me.
Zander licked a long stripe up my cock, then circled his tongue around the head before finally taking me into the wet heat of his mouth.
I fisted the sheets in my hands, gripping them tight as he moved over me, taking me all the way down his throat on the first pass and swallowing around my cockhead.
“God, Zander. So good. So fucking good,” I choked out, unable to keep quiet.
His moan reverberated against my cock, the vibrations moving up my shaft and nearly sending me over the edge.
He seemed to sense how close I was, and backed off a bit, slowing his pace and reducing his suction to a point I could take it without the risk of coming.
Wanting to watch him, I propped myself up on my elbows. Zander was an incredibly good-looking man, and the memories of his mouth around my dick and his blissed-out expression were going to play starring roles in my fantasies for years to come.
In a not-so-subtle hint, I spread my legs wide and angled my hips up, opening myself to him.
He flipped his eyes up, the question in them clear.
I nodded.
He pulled off me, my cock falling from his lips with a lewd pop . “Stay just like that for me while I get supplies.”
“Like I can move after that .” I huffed out a shaky laugh. “You’re damn good with your mouth.”
He grinned, looking absurdly pleased with himself. “You have a really nice dick.”
I groaned and pressed the back of my head against the mattress as he leaned over to pull the drawer to the bedside table open. That was probably one of the tamest things he’d said to me, but it was still one of the hottest things I’d ever heard.
“You’re going to kill me with the dirty talk,” I warned.
He closed the drawer, a bottle of lube and a condom in his hand. “You think that was dirty talk? Oh, you sweet summer child. That was me stating a fact.” He settled between my legs and flipped the cap of the lube open.
“Jesus,” I groaned. “I gotta warn you, it’s been a while since I… I might not last long.”
“It’s been a while for me too.” He poured some lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it. “Don’t worry about lasting and just enjoy the moment.”
He rubbed his slippery finger over my hole, chasing my thoughts from my mind.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, circling my hole but not pushing in. “Relax and focus on how good I make you feel. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” I said distantly, my thoughts growing hazy and a strange sort of floaty feeling settling over me.
“Good boy.”
The wet heat of his mouth once again enveloped my cock, and he gently dipped his finger inside me. The combination was incredible, and I relaxed even more, going almost boneless on the bed.
Zander seemed to intrinsically know exactly what I needed, and he managed to keep me hovering right on the edge of release as he worked first one, then two fingers inside me.
He was careful to avoid my prostate as he opened me, and soon I was moaning nonstop, desperate for more but not wanting it to end. Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind from need, he pulled his fingers out of me and licked his way off my cock.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, staring down at me like I was his favorite treat and he couldn’t wait to take his first bite.
“So ready,” I said with a reedy moan. “Fuck me, Zander. Please.”
He shuddered, the first outward sign that he was as affected by all of this as me and tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth.
I started to turn over, my body shaky and uncoordinated.
“Stay just like that for me,” he said, interrupting my quest to get on my hands and knees for him. “On your back.”
I stopped trying to flip over and lay back on the bed.
He rolled the condom on and squirted some lube in his hand. Instead of slicking himself up, he gave my cock a few strokes, coating it with the lube.
“Stroke yourself while I get my cock in you,” he said, rubbing the rest of the lube onto the condom. “Make yourself feel good.”
“I might come,” I warned.
“No, you won’t.” He shifted closer to me, holding his base and angling his cock to line it up with my hole. “You’re going to be a good boy and wait until I say you can, right?.”
“I’ll try.” With a shaky hand, I gripped my cock and gave it a long, slow stroke. “But no promises.”
He chuckled and pressed the blunt head of his cock harder against me. “Does that feel good?”
“Too good,” I gritted out.
He flashed me a grin that was so full of heat that my entire body clenched. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m inside you. When it’s my cock fucking you exactly the way you need.”
“You’re evil.” I glared at him, but even I could tell the effect was ruined by how far gone I was.
“Maybe.” He pressed a bit harder against me. “Ready for me?”
“Yeah.” I loosened my grip on my dick so my touch was featherlight and barely more than a tease.
“That’s it. Work that cock and let me in.” He pushed a bit harder against my hole.
Instinctively, I relaxed for him. He held my thighs up, keeping me open for him. His thumbs traced wide circles against my skin that were both soothing and arousing.
“Make yourself feel good. Let me see how much you want this,” he rasped, some of his control slipping.
I gasped as he breached me and arched into him. He held me in place with his hands and slowly pushed deeper.
The usual pain was absent, and so was the uncomfortable sensation of being too full. The stretch was there, and the slight sting only added to my pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. That’s all of me.” He paused when his thighs brushed my ass. “God, Luka. You feel so fucking good.” He squeezed his eyes closed, once again showing that I wasn’t the only one about to lose my ever-loving mind from how good this was.
I let go of my dick with a cry. The moment was too much, and I was way too close.
Having all of him in me, his big, powerful body over mine, that heated, possessive stare trained on me, was wreaking havoc on my senses. I wasn’t used to eye contact when I was getting fucked, and the intimacy of being able to see him, knowing he wanted to look at me, made everything that much more incredible and intense.
Slowly, Zander pulled almost all the way out of me, then pushed back in. His cockhead dragged over my prostate, and I let out a gasp as a zing of pleasure shot through every part of me.
Wanting more kisses and body contact, I reached up and made weird grabby hands at him.
He immediately lay over me, his lips covering mine in a sensual kiss as he rocked in and out of me at a frustratingly slow pace.
I whimpered against his lips and greedily ran my hands over his strong back, my cock trapped between our stomachs.
“Harder,” I begged. “Need it harder.”
He groaned, his hips pistoning as he thrust not just harder but faster.
“Yes! Like that. Just like that.” I cried, barely aware that I was saying anything at all.
Zander’s hot mouth closed over my throat, but he didn’t suck, just kind of mouthed at my skin.
“Do it.” I dug my nails into his back. “Mark me. Want to see it later.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his lips hovering over my throat.
“Yes. Green. Whatever. Fucking do it,” I demanded, too far gone to care about what I was saying or how I was saying it.
Zander let out what could only be described as a snarl and closed his mouth over the juncture where my neck met my shoulder and sucked hard. The sting of pain made me gasp.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I muttered deliriously, sinking into the sensations and letting my mind float away on a cloud of pleasure and bliss, leaving me in a haze of ecstasy as Zander fucked me.
I felt him work his hand between our bodies, then he was gripping my cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts.
I didn’t even have time to warn him, let alone try to stop it, as my orgasm tore out of me in an almost violent explosion. Inhuman sounds fell from my mouth as my release pooled between us and I shook and writhed under him.
I was vaguely aware of Zander stilling over me, then he jerked and cried out. Warmth filled me as he came, emptying his load into the condom. That sensation triggered another burst of pleasure, like a second, less powerful orgasm that wouldn’t end.
His mouth was on mine, his kisses keeping me tethered to reality as darkness descended upon me.
“Luka?”
“Huh?” I blinked my eyes open.
What the hell? Somehow I’d ended up cuddled up against Zander with my head on his shoulder and his strong arms around me. How long had I been out of it?
“Are you with me?” He pressed a soft kiss against my hair.
“I think so.” I cleared my throat and blinked a few times. “Is that the subspace thing you were talking about?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed my arm soothingly. “How do you feel?”
“I’m not sure.” I tried to take stock of my body but wasn’t quite with it yet. “Good? I think. I mean, really good, but also good. That’s good, right?”
“Yes, that’s good.” He chuckled softly.
“My brain feels funny,” I said to hopefully explain my babbling. “But this is nice.” I snuggled into his chest. “I’m not used to being the little spoon. Or little snuggle buddy. Whatever this would be called.” I huffed out a bewildered laugh. “Ignore me. My mouth has gone rogue, and I can’t shut up.”
He chuckled and held me tighter. “You’re okay. Just take a deep breath for me.”
I did as he said.
“Good. Now do that again. And one more time. There, how do you feel now?”
“Less talky, more chill.” I knew I should be embarrassed by how out of it I was, but I felt safe with Zander. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I could just be myself around him and not hide all the little parts of myself that I usually did from people.
He accepted me for who I was, and that was as freeing as it was exhilarating.
He ran his fingers through my hair soothingly. “You were so good for me,” he said, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.
“Yeah?” I sighed dreamily, letting myself relax against him and enjoying the last of the afterglow.
“Yes. You were perfect, Luka.”
My chest tightened with something I couldn’t name.
“You made me feel so good. Made me come so hard.”
“I didn’t wait for you,” I said softly, some of my faculties coming back to me. “I came before you said I could.”
He tucked one knuckle under my chin and tipped my face up. “That was so hot. I came at the same time as you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah.” He pecked a soft kiss against my lips. “It was amazing.”
Warmth filled me at his tender expression, and I grinned like a moron as the good feels from my orgasm lingered.
Now that my brain was back online, I took a moment to admire him. His eyes were sex drunk and a bit sleepy, and his cheeks were flushed. A few tendrils of hair had fallen free from his bun, falling around his face and framing his incredible jawline.
One lock rested against his lip. Lifting my hand, I gently brushed it back, then pressed my mouth to his in a soft kiss.
He sighed and rolled us so I was on my back and he lay over me.
Our kisses were slow and languid, and my head was spinning when he finally pulled away.
He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone, then down my nose and across my bottom lip. His smile was tender and so full of affection that my heart did a weird skittering beat as I stared up at the man I was falling for.
“Can I ask you something?” I blurted before I said something I couldn’t take back.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk-smile. “I think we’re past the point where you need to ask if you can ask me something.”
I huffed out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, we definitely are. It’s just, I’m not sure how to ask this without sounding crazy.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Now I’m really curious.”
Another nervous laugh escaped me. “Your hair. When you pulled it back earlier… That wasn’t just to keep it off your face, was it?”
An embarrassed look crossed his features. “No. It’s… I’m not sure how to describe it, really. I guess it would be the same as putting on a sexy outfit or lighting candles or whatever gets you in the mood. It’s my way of slipping into my other persona.”
“That’s really hot, and really fucking annoying.”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Annoying? How?”
“Because you wear your hair like that at work,” I said incredulously. “How am I supposed to spend all day in the shop with you when you’re wearing your sex hair and not give this away?” I motioned between us. “I might have to start tucking because coveralls leave nothing to the imagination.”
Zander’s laugh was loud and booming and one of the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard. He didn’t laugh like that often, not that I’d seen. I liked that he was comfortable enough to be himself, the same as I felt with him.
“Now you’ll understand my pain.” He smirked. “Your coveralls are ridiculously tight around your ass. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to hide behind my worktable after you’ve bent over in those things?”
I grinned mischievously at him. “Want to know a secret?”
“Tell me.”
“I have two other pairs that fit properly. I wore the tight ones on purpose, hoping you might like what you saw.” My cheeks went hot at my confession.
“But you only found out I’m gay yesterday…”
“Let’s call it wishful thinking and not me trying to thirst trap a guy I thought was straight.”
Chuckling, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “Your efforts worked, because you have no idea how many times I thought about bending you over and fucking you in those damn things.”
Fuck, now that I had that mental picture in my head, I was definitely spending the next week at work with a permanent boner.