Chapter 7 Ben #2
Without another word, I grab the mat rolled in the corner and spread it out, making sure to bend and stick my barely covered ass his way.
“I just want you to know, I’ve never claimed myself to be a stripper or a dancer, so this is just me making up a routine while I call out the yoga poses.”
Bending into a handstand, I first balance and then turn to face him as I open my legs in a split. “This isn’t yoga. This is just me showing off. I think you already know this one.”
Lukas bites his lip, and over the soft music, the sound of unzipping sounds like a cannon.
Closing my legs, I turn the length of the mat and lower myself down before bending my legs over my back to touch my shoulders. “Beginner scorpion.” With a breath in, I lay my legs back before balancing on my forearms and bringing my heels down to my head. “Advanced scorpion.”
Releasing the pose, I turn to check in on Lukas, and my breath catches. He’s pushed his pants to his thighs, and his hand is sliding along his cock.
“Do you want me to do more?”
“Like what?”
Lukas jerking himself off while he watches me bend naked shouldn’t have me so turned on. I mean, I’ve watched guys jerk themselves off plenty of times. But right now, it’s intoxicating to know I turn him on so much without doing much of anything.
“Is there…can you do something sexy to suck me off and let me taste you?” His eyes squeeze shut, and his voice fades away. “I want my mouth on you so bad, Ben.”
“Yeah? How are your knees?”
“Fine.”
Throwing the sexy yoga pretense out the window, I strip out of my tight shorts, and my thickening cock slaps my stomach. Lukas moans and shifts in his chair.
“For the record, I’m always sexy, but let’s try something new.
” I motion for him to kneel on the mat. He stands and strips off his pants before kneeling where I asked.
The lamp throws light on the ink up his arm, and this close, his bruise doesn’t look as bad as I initially thought.
“You might need to support my weight a little.”
Hoping I did my angles right, and he doesn’t need to lift me so far that I can’t suck him off, I balance on my forearms and lift my legs in the air.
“Get close to me. If you need to lift me to suck me, do it. Or bend forward. I’ll make it work.”
He shuffles forward, and I open my mouth.
Lukas pauses and holds his cock for me, and I wrap my lips around him.
His body shudders, and his thighs tense as he tries to bend and reach my dick.
I’ve miscalculated our height difference, and Lukas huffs with annoyance, clearly torn between keeping my mouth on him or having his mouth on me.
I thought if I spread my legs, he could easily reach down to suck me off.
Clearly, that’s not the case.
“Hang on,” he growls, and with a single heft, he hoists me up.
As we both sway to get our balance, he flips me so my legs are over his shoulders and his hands support my ass.
It’s like a piggyback in the wrong direction.
“Much better,” he breathes as he sucks me down with me sitting on his shoulders.
“Jesus Christ, Lukas,” I gasp and try not to fall backwards.
My hands fist his hair as I hold on, and he makes me fuck his face. I have zero control over anything, and…I fucking love it. He hits all the best places with his tongue, and his hands pushing and pulling against my ass have me spiralling out of control.
“I’m gonna come, Lukas. I…shit, shit, shit…” With a gasp, I empty down his throat. He coughs and sputters while I grip his hair, and my body quakes with wave after wave of pleasure.
He lifts me down from his shoulders and lays me on the mat before kneeling over my face and angling his cock towards my mouth as he continues to stroke himself.
Our gazes clash, and the white hot desire from Lukas must mirror my own.
I open my mouth to stick out my tongue when the first splash hits my cheek.
“Dammit…fuck!” Lukas, still with my load smeared on his chin and clinging to his scruff, lets me finish the job when I sit up to take him in my mouth.
He backs off when I choke and finishes unloading on my chest with the most primal sound I’ve ever heard.
He collapses next to me, panting and gasping much like myself.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Lukas, but every time we meet up, my bones turn to jelly.
” Rolling my head to gaze at him on the floor next to me, I can’t stop thinking about how he’s so unlike any other man I’ve been with.
We do the filthiest things, and not once do I ever feel like he only sees me as an orgasm outlet.
“You know,” Lukas turns his head to meet my gaze, and I reach out to wipe a smear of cum from his scruff. “We’ve been alone together four times, and three of them ended with us naked.”
Laughing, I stretch my hands over my head, arching my back. Lukas’s gaze shifts down my body, but only for a moment before returning to my face. “We have good chemistry,” he adds, running a hand up my bare chest.
“We do. It’s wild. I’ve always had a larger-than-normal appetite for sex. I won’t lie about that, but you’re something else.”
Lukas’ hand stops on my chest, and he leans forward, flicking his tongue over my nipple. He draws a single finger through the smear of cum on my chest. “We don’t even know each other’s last names, but I know how you like me to handle you rough and that you like to wear skimpy underwear.”
“Hmm…that’s correct. And you like it when I’m bendy and freaky.”
“Would you want to know more than that?”
Lukas smiles in a shy way that totally makes my guts twist.
“I guess it depends on what you mean by more.”
“I’d like to date you, Ben. Get to know you with clothes on.” His stomach growls. “Maybe even take you for the dinner that we never had.”
“I’ve never really dated anyone before.” Which is true.
No prom dates or plus ones. No Sunday brunches with all the coupled-up friends.
I have flings. Sex, much like what we’ve been doing, but less hot.
It lasts a week and then fades. I’ve never been completely content with that, but I’ve also never found someone to take a chance with.
“Ever?” he whispers.
“Not really, no.”
Lukas scrambles to a sitting position and offers a hand to pull me up. We both sit cross-legged, still reeking of sex, and this giant of a man takes my hand in his.
“Ben, would you like to have a late dinner with me tonight?”
I’ve watched my share of romantic movies, and I’ve had a crush on more than one leading man. I’ve never had this feeling, though. An excited anticipation. Fluttering of all the moths in the night against my porch light.
This is new and scary, but holy shit, I don’t want it to end.
“Uh…I’d love to eat. With you.”
Just when I thought the man couldn’t be more attractive, he beams a smile so bright it outshines the sun.
“Let’s get cleaned up, and then we’ll find a place.”