21. Luka
21
LUKA
He pressed a sweet kiss against my lips. “Go ahead.”
Excitement churned in my gut. I gave him another quick kiss, then spun on my heel and hurried to my room. Remembering his instructions, I climbed onto my bed and leaned back against the headboard.
My dick was so hard it ached, and my entire body buzzed with anticipation. I had no idea what he was planning, but knowing Zander, I was going to love every second of it.
About a minute later, he came into my room, holding a glass with a few inches of clear liquid in it. I didn’t have any hard liquor in the house, so it had to be water.
I watched with bated breath as he closed the door behind him and put the glass on my dresser.
“I have no idea what you’re planning, but I’m here for it,” I said, my voice already heavy with need.
Turning to face me, he slowly gathered his hair into a low bun.
I swallowed, my eyes glued to his hands and my cock so hard it pressed painfully against my jeans. Watching him tie his hair back was like a sex act in itself, and I loved seeing the subtle changes in him when it was up.
“I want to watch you tonight.” He tucked a few wayward strands of hair behind his ears, looking so damn sexy I had to stop myself from rubbing my dick to give it some much-needed friction.
“You do?” I choked out.
“Yes. I want you to put on a show for me.”
My breath caught. I’d always had a bit of a performance kink but hadn’t had the chance to explore it before Zander. We’d experimented with phone sex and video calls, but this was different.
The thought of him watching me, maybe telling me what to do, while I jerked off for him in person was so hot I was low-key worried I wouldn’t be able to hold off once we got started.
Silently, Zander transferred a pile of clean clothes off the chair in the corner of my room to my dresser. When he was done, he moved the chair so it was about six feet from the foot of my bed.
The only light on was my bedside lamp, and he’d put the chair just outside the small circle of light it created, shrouding it in shadows and adding to the mysterious atmosphere in the room.
He lowered his big body onto the chair, his legs spread wide, the glass of water in one hand and a look of pure desire on his face.
“This is so hot,” I said, my voice already a low rasp.
He spread his thighs a bit wider, looking so hot I had to actively stop myself from getting up and crawling to him.
“Take off your clothes.”
I swallowed at his command and quickly tugged my hoodie off.
“Slower,” he instructed, his voice that low, rumbling purr that drove me crazy. “Put on a show for me. Let me see how much you want this.”
My hands shaking with anticipation, I slid my t-shirt up, moving inch by inch. His eyes were glued to my stomach, then my pecs, his expression hungry as I slowly pulled it off.
When he didn’t give me any further instructions, I dropped the shirt to the floor and undid my jeans.
He watched my every move, casually sipping his drink and looking like the sex god he was as I pushed my jeans down my legs. When they were off, I tugged off my socks and reached for my underwear.
“Stop.”
I froze, my thumbs hooked into the waistband of my boxer briefs and waited for further direction.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”
I swallowed hard. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time, cherished and desirable. It was confusing, but the massive bulge in my briefs couldn’t hide how into this I was.
“Remember your colors,” he said. “Use them if you need to.”
“I will, I promise.”
“Now show me what you like.” He settled back in his chair and took a sip from his glass.
Something about him being fully clothed and enjoying a drink while I was almost naked and on display for him was insanely hot. I loved having his attention on me, and I really loved being good for him.
“Close your eyes,” he said in that soft purr that was somehow both insanely arousing and incredibly soothing. “Relax and pretend you’re alone.”
I did and rubbed my hand over my stomach, moving in slow circles as my nerves woke up.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Show me what makes you feel good.”
I let out a little sigh and spread my legs for him. My cock was aching with need, but I ignored it and ran my hands over my chest.
The rustling sounds of him shifting in his seat made me smile. Zander had a thing for my pecs, and knowing I was affecting him with such a simple move was incredibly empowering.
It was hard to explain, but giving Zander control like this never made me feel submissive. I always felt like an equal partner when we were together, and knowing that I had the power to stop things with a single word made it easy to let go and trust him to give me what I needed.
I’d spent the entire drive to my building and the short walk to Zander’s house in a state of utter confusion. The fallout from my near panic attack had been mitigated by Zander’s help and his suggestion that Asa and I redo the inventory.
Talking with Asa and joking about random things had been exactly what I needed to ignore the lingering turmoil in my head. I’d managed to push my worries and the million things that seemed to be hanging over me aside for an hour and hang out with my friend.
I would have been fine if that was the only thing that happened tonight, but talking to Dean had been too much. In the moment, it felt great, and I didn’t regret it, but my balls-to-the-wall approach to dealing with my problems wasn’t always the best strategy for my mental health, and I felt the crash coming as soon as I left Dean’s apartment.
I hadn’t planned on jumping Zander the second we got to my place, but holding his hand as we walked to my door had been the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.
It had been a long-ass time since I’d had someone I could engage in casual intimacy with, and something as simple as holding his hand while we walked sent a pang of longing through me at the same time it helped soothe some of the noise in my head.
All of that had culminated in an intense need to show him how much he meant to me. To show him how much I loved him and let him know I was in this for the long haul, even if we could never have more than we did right now.
The creak of the chair settling brought me back to reality, and I cracked one eye open.
Zander was leaning forward, his hungry eyes glued to where I was still teasing my pecs and gently running my fingers over my nipples.
Stifling a grin, I lightly traced my fingertips down my stomach and over my length. The gentle touch sent a shiver of awareness through me, and I let out a low, shameless moan and gripped my cock, squeezing tight around the material of my briefs.
“That’s it,” Zander said, his voice a sexy rasp. “Show me what you like. How you want me to touch you.”
Arching my back, I pushed my length through my hand and opened my eyes. I wanted to see him, see how much he was enjoying watching me.
He was leaning back in his chair again, the nearly empty glass in his hand and a look of naked desire on his face.
“Pull your cock out,” he commanded. “I want to see all of you.”
Giddy with excitement and good feels, I hooked my thumbs over the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down until they were around my thighs. My cock sprang free, hard and wet with precum.
“Take them off.”
With all the grace of a drunken gorilla, I kicked off my briefs. Zander didn’t seem to mind my fumbling, and I forgot to be embarrassed when he slowly dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. That move was my kryptonite, and my cock pulsed, another bead of precum welling up from my slit.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “But no coming. Not until I’m buried deep inside you.”
An involuntary whine fell from my lips, and my ass clenched around nothing at the promise of more.
Keeping our gazes locked, I gripped my shaft and slowly dragged my hand up my length, giving my cockhead a little twist, then slid my hand back to my base.
Zander’s sharp inhale told me he liked that as much as I did.
Feeling bold, I sped up my hand, jerking myself with a loose grip so I didn’t get too close.
“That’s it. Show me how much you want me. Pretend it’s my hand wrapped around your cock.”
Moaning up a storm, I used my thumb to spread the precum on my tip around to use as lube.
“Spit in your hand. Make it messy.”
I did as he said. It didn’t add a ton of lubrication, but it was enough that I could jack myself in earnest.
“That’s it.” Zander shot back the rest of his drink and put the glass on the floor, his eyes locked on my cock. “Play with your balls.”
My breathing hitched as I used my free hand to tease my balls, rolling and tugging on them for him.
“Spread your legs. Show me your hole.”
Planting my feet on the bed, I spread my thighs wide and let my legs fall against the bed, opening myself up to him.
His breathing was harsh now. He gripped his own thighs hard.
Was he going to start touching himself too?
I moaned again and let my head fall back against the wall.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice harsh in the quiet room. “Work that cock for me.”
Giving in to the moment, I lifted my hips, thrusting up into my hand.
“Stop.”
I did, dropping back onto the bed and not bothering to stifle my groan of protest.
He smirked and leaned back in the chair, his persona slipping back into place. “Slow.”
I resumed stroking, slowing my pace a bit.
“Slower.”
I obeyed with another groan of protest.
“Slower.” He huffed out a laugh when I glared at him. “Hold yourself still.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, my entire body on fire, and gripped my base.
“Taste yourself.”
I swiped my finger over my slit and brought it to my lips.
Zander’s groan was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
“Stroke yourself,” he ordered, pressing the heel of his hand against the massive bulge in his jeans. “Faster. Let me see it, hear it.”
That floaty feeling settled over me as I obeyed, thrusting up into my hand as I jerked my cock as fast as I dared. I was so close, my body tight as waves of the most incredible pleasure crashed over me.
“Let go of your cock.”
“Zander,” I said in a whine, releasing my cock but unable to stop thrusting my hips as I fucked the air, my cock bouncing off my stomach comically. “Please.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” I practically shouted at him, too far gone to care how desperate or crazed I sounded.
He stood and came to stand at the end of my bed.
I gripped my length, needing some sort of friction so I didn’t lose my ever-loving mind.
“Did I say you could do that?” He arched one eyebrow and flicked his gaze to my hand.
Grumbling something unintelligible, I let go of my dick and fisted the sheets tightly to stop myself from disobeying again.
As casual as could be, Zander pulled his hoodie off and tossed it aside.
I wanted to beg him to hurry up, but he just shot me a smirky smile and slowly tugged off his t-shirt.
I was nearly feral with desire as he undid his jeans and pulled them open, and it took everything in me to sit still as he pushed them over his hips like he had all the time in the world and I wasn’t about to combust from need.
“Zander.” His name was a reedy moan when he was down to just his briefs. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
“I will,” he promised with a dark smile. “When I’m ready.”