Chapter 30
Luke
By the time we pulled into the driveway, Oliver had drifted off to sleep, his head tipped against the window. He looked as snug as a bug and I didn’t have it in me to wake him.
Reaching for the bag of leftovers, I slipped out of the car, shutting the door as quietly as possible, and then rounded the hood. Opening the passenger door, I leaned over him to unbuckle his seatbelt and gathered him into my arms.
As I lifted him, he stirred, his eyelids fluttering open, and with a drowsy murmur he asked, “What’s going on?”
“You fell asleep in the car,” I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m carrying you inside.”
His head lolled against my shoulder as he sighed. “My hero.”
I carried him across the threshold, setting him down as we entered our home. “I’m going to stash the leftovers in the fridge. Why don’t you head up to bed?”
“Okay,” he said, walking up the stairs.
When I stepped into the bedroom, Oliver lay tucked beneath the covers, eyes closed.
He didn’t sleep in my bed every night, though I wished he did, but we were still new, and after everything he’d been through, I realized he might want the safety of his own room until he felt ready to share mine all the time.
Knowing he wanted to be next to me tonight was enough. More than enough.
Stripping down to my boxers, I slipped beneath the sheets, wrapping my arm around him.
He rolled over, facing me, and where I thought I’d see sleepiness in his eyes, what I saw was fire.
Saying nothing, he caught the back of my neck with both hands and pulled me into a kiss.
We’re talking kiss, with a capital K I S S, like the kind Prince sings about.
His mouth met mine in a fierce, breathless crash, all searing pressure and parted lips and tongue.
Bolts of bliss replaced the blood in my veins as his teeth grazed my bottom lip.
He moaned when my hand slid up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer.
“Thank you,” he whispered when we finally broke the kiss.
“For today. For everything. You didn’t just introduce me to your family, Luke.
You gave me one. That’s something I stopped believing I’d ever have, and now I do because of you.
You’ve given me so much. I want to give something back.
I want to give you all of me. I want you inside me if . . . if you’d have me.”
“Of course I’d have you, it means the world to me you’d give yourself to me in such a way. I do have a question, though. For lack of sounding like an egotistical prick, I won’t hurt you, will I? I mean I’m kind of uh . . .” I gestured downward. “Big.”
He erupted into a fit of giggles.
“Hey! Don’t laugh. I’m being serious! This is a valid concern, isn’t it?”
“Luke, you’re fucking adorable. Please don’t ever change. Yes, you are impressively equipped, but no, you’re not going to hurt me. I can take you. I’m looking forward to it in fact. Have been since I saw you in all your naked glory.”
“Okay then. That’s the kind of ringing endorsement I can stand behind.”
“I thought you might,” he said with a smirk and a kiss.
With us still kissing, he rolled onto his back, tugging me on top of him. Spreading his legs, he let me settle between them. I ran my hand up and down his beautiful torso. His breath hitched as my palm snuck beneath the waistband of his briefs, gliding across his erect cock.
“Luke,” he moaned.
When I had his briefs off and blindly tossed on the floor, I dropped to my stomach between his spread thighs and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.
He groaned, one hand flying to grip the pillow above his head.
I rolled the loose skin over my tongue before I moved lower still, pressing my tongue flat against the soft stretch of skin behind them, drawing a wet line up his taint.
“Holy fuck,” he panted, hips tilting upward. “Luke, I swear you’re trying kill me.”
“Mm, guess again. That’s the exact opposite of what I’m trying to do.”
Moving back up his body, I reached into the nightstand, pulling out lube and a condom.
He eyed the condom, chewing on his lip. “I went to a clinic last week. My results came back negative. We umm . . . we don’t have to use a condom if you don’t want to.”
I bit back the urge to ask if he felt certain. Questioning him wasn’t my place. He chose this, and I needed to meet that choice with trust. “I just had my annual physical for work. They run a full panel as part of it. My results came back negative too.”
“So . . . no condom?”
“If you want. I would love to experience that with you. I’ve never done it without a condom before.”
“Wait? Never?”
I shrugged. “Well, you’re aware the extent of my experience isn’t, well, extensive. And I don’t know, sharing myself raw with someone is a big deal. It’s not something you give to just anyone. The few relationships I’ve had that did turn sexual, it never felt right to give myself in that way.”
“But you . . . you want that with me? You think I’m worthy?”
“Yeah, angel, I want that with you. I don’t want any barriers between us. I want your body to know mine, unshielded, inside and out. You’re a million times worthy. You know why? Because I’ve never felt what I feel for you for anyone else, not even close.”
“Now that’s the kind of ringing endorsement I can stand behind.”
“I thought you might,” I said with a smirk followed by a kiss, opening the bottle of lube.
I wondered how much I should use. I knew lubrication was critical to ensuring a comfortable anal experience.
I had watched Oliver prep me, but my focus hadn’t been on this finer detail.
I paid for that oversight now. The size difference between us was not negligible, so we probably needed twice as much as what he’d used.
Ripped assholes were a thing, I knew because of my job.
No way in hell would I stand for that happening to Oliver.
To be safe, I squeezed the bottle until I’d coated my whole hand.
“Luke,” Oliver snickered. “Are you preparing for an orgy I’m not aware of?”
“What?”
“That’s a bit excessive on the lube there, handsome.”
“I’m trying to be safe, like clinically safe. Surgeon-general-approved levels of caution. I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should use it all, just in case.”
“Maybe you should just get to work prepping your boyfriend before it all ends up on the sheets.”
“I think that’s unavoidable at this point.”
“Luke . . .”
“Yes, yes, your order has been taken. One slicked finger coming right up . . . your ass,” I said, rubbing across his hole, getting it nice and slick with lube before inserting my index finger.
Watching, fascinated, as my finger disappeared into his ass, the muscles contracting around the intrusion, it levelled me what this meant.
Oliver trusted me enough to let me in like this, to a place that had last been breached by someone who’d used and hurt him.
I wanted what we did tonight to overwrite that and to make him feel cherished in every way Vincent had failed to do.
From this night on, I wanted the memory of something so intimate, so vulnerable, to be defined only by tenderness and awe and how goddamn much I adored him.
“Well, don’t stop now,” Oliver said breaking me from my thoughts. I looked up to see his eyes twinkling with humor. “We’re just getting warmed up. Don’t tell me you’re going to get a taste for one finger and call it a night?”
“Sorry,” I said. “I just got caught up thinking about how lucky I am that you’re giving this to me. And I want to give you fireworks in return.”
“Handsome, I already see fireworks whenever you smile at me. But go on, light me up. I believe in your . . .” His eyes flicked down to my dick. “Sizable potential.”
“Cheeky,” I murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“I think you like it.”
“Well yeah, I like whenever you let your true self shine,” I said.
“Okay, less talking more doing. I don’t want to be crying through my pleasure because you don’t know how to put a lid on your sweetness.”
“Roger that. The only crying from this point forward will be you shouting my name,” I teased, sliding my finger in and out of him, a second finger joining, then a third. I hunted for his prostate until he cried out, his spine bowing and his body jerking.
“Fuck, get your dick inside me right now.”
“Do you think—”
“Luke. Dick. Inside. Now.”
“Yes sir,” I said with a salute, withdrawing my fingers, lubing up my cock, and positioning myself at his entrance. With one firm push, the tip of my dick slid into him, his channel a vise around my shaft.
“You feel so good,” he said through a moan.
“I feel good? Angel, I need you to understand, the fact I’m not losing it and busting a nut this instant is a feat of Olympic proportions. Your ass is like a glove for my dick. So snug, and tight, and warm.”
Breath coming in ragged bursts, I drove forward again, hips colliding with the plush curve of his ass.
Oliver let out a strangled moan, hooking his legs around me. “Harder. I want you buried in my whole spine.”
“I’m big, but I’m not that big. How about we settle for hitting your p-spot instead.”
Adjusting the angle of my hips, I thrust again, and was rewarded with a shout that echoed off the walls. “Fuck, yes, Luke, right there. Again.”
I locked into a rhythm, each motion designed to coax every tremble, every breathless moan from his gorgeous mouth.
And when those moans evolved into full, loud, pornographic sounds, I lost whatever restraint I’d been hanging onto.
My grip tightened on his hips, and I doubled down, harder, deeper, faster, chasing the edge for both of us.
“Wait,” he gasped, catching my mouth in a searing kiss.
With concerted effort I forced myself to halt all movement. “What? What is it? Are you alright?”
“I want to ride you. If you’d be okay with that?”