8. LUCAS #2
I must have made a face that reflected my thoughts, because he growled at me, “You’re fucking gorgeous, Lucas.
Suck it up,” and then kissed me again, hot and wet.
His hand returned to my nipple and he played with it, pinching and flicking and rubbing, until I moaned.
“That’s it,” he whispered into my mouth. “So good.”
I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t think. All my blood was in my dick instead of my brain. I hitched my hips against his, rubbing our dicks together again. It wasn’t entirely comfortable—I needed to adjust so that mine wasn’t pinched between my leg and the seam of my pants—but I needed the pressure.
As if he could read my mind, Max dropped his hand from my nipple to the waist of my jeans, toying with it for a moment. He pulled back—holding me in place with his free hand on my chest when I tried to follow him—and met my eyes. “Still good?” he asked, giving my button a tap.
“Uh-huh,” I managed. “But I…” I moved back on his lap until I was sitting more on his thighs than his hips, carefully avoiding getting too close to his injuries, and I slipped my hands between us, then pulled off his shirt and reached for his drawstring. “You too?”
He groaned out a yes and went to work on my pants, undoing the button and then sliding down the zipper until he could slip his hand inside and fondle me over the fabric of my boxer briefs.
I stopped breathing for a second as he gave me a gentle squeeze and then let my breath out on a drawn-out moan as his hand gently drew my cock upright and began moving his hand on it. Oh my god, the man had magic hands.
I savored the sensation for a minute, and then forced my own hands back to work, making short work of the drawstring that held his pants snug on his hips.
I shoved at the waist of his pants and the underwear he had underneath, and between us we managed to wedge them down past his ass.
His abs clenched as we did it and I felt my cock jerk in his hand at the sight.
Forcing my focus back to him, I watched as his cock sprang free from its confines and slapped against his stomach.
He was perhaps seven inches and thick, the skin flushed a dark red.
In contrast to my own dick, his was cut.
As I watched, a bead of precum crept out and rolled down his length.
Unable to resist a moment longer, I wrapped my hand around him and gave him an experimental tug.
He moaned and his hand tightened around me reflexively, making me moan in response.
“Let me -” he gasped, and I felt his large hand move away from my cock for an unpleasant moment before it was back, now gripping both of ours together as best he could with my pants still on me.
“Wait,” I grunted, and stood up long enough to drop my jeans and boxers to the floor.
Max licked his lips at the sight and beckoned me back to him.
As soon as I was on his lap again, he gathered our cocks back together and began stroking, smoothing the precum we were both making down our lengths to slick the way.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on for the ride.
He jerked us leisurely, in no apparent hurry to bring us to orgasm, seeming to just enjoy the sensations.
I bit back the urge to take over and start working our cocks in earnest for perhaps two or three minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore.
I unwrapped his fingers from our cocks and laced my fingers through his.
Meeting his surprised eyes, I smiled and slithered my way between his legs to my knees, being careful to not rest my weight on his legs.
“Oh, holy shit,” Max rasped. “Luc, you don’t have to -”
“Shut up.” I took hold of his dick and ran the leaking head along my lips, painting them. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
That earned me a hot look and a hand sliding into my hair.
He could have clutched at it, but instead his grip was tender and careful.
I smiled to myself and went to work. I started by tonguing the base of his dick, tasting his salty skin, before fisting the bottom and working my tongue up to lap it over the new bead of precum on the head.
The taste exploded on my tongue as he hissed in a breath.
I ran my tongue around the area where the crown met the shaft, giving an experimental flick to the spot right in the center.
Max shuddered deeply and I bit back a satisfied smile.
His hand tightened in my hair, urging me deeper into him. “Suck me,” he urged in a broken voice. I did as ordered, wrapping my lips around the head and giving it a gentle suck as I jacked him from the bottom. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Like that.”
Settling in to work, I began to suck him in earnest, running my lips up and down his length and flicking my tongue with every upstroke.
His moans and groans were beautiful and made me so hard that eventually I had to fist my own cock to relieve some of the pressure.
I worked us both in matching rhythms, increasing my suction as his sounds grew louder until finally sucking him down as far as I could.
I wasn’t the best at it—he was big and I had too much of a gag reflex—but by god, I gave it my all, and he seemed to appreciate it judging by his gasp as my throat tightened around him.
“Lucas,” he breathed, managing to fist my hair without doing it so tightly that it became uncomfortable or pushy.
I felt his thighs tensing and relaxing under my hands until they began to shake. I sucked harder, determined to wring his orgasm out of him, laving my tongue over every inch of him that I could. “Holy fuck,” he gasped, and pulled back on my hair gently. “Luc...I’m gonna come…”
I hummed an acknowledgement, refusing to be removed from his dick, and kept at my task until his legs tightened into what felt like solid steel and his hips thrust up uncontrollably once, then twice as he emptied into my mouth with a loud groan.
I swallowed each mouthful until he was empty, then lapped at the head of his dick to clean it before pulling back slightly and resting my head on his thigh.
I was breathing hard, my cock felt like it could pound nails, and I hadn’t felt so satisfied without coming before in my life.
I gave myself a squeeze before clambering back onto Max’s lap.
He tried to set me on the couch beside him, presumably so he could lean over and blow me, but I shook my head and held on.
“Don’t need it,” I told him breathlessly, fisting my desperately hard cock.
“Just let me…” His lips slammed down on mine as one arm wrapped around my back and the other hand joined mine on my dick.
We jerked me in tandem for less than thirty seconds before I felt my orgasm rising up.
Trusting him to keep the rhythm, I let go and wrapped my arms around his neck so I could bury my face there.
The pleasure rose, my stomach tightened, and seconds later, I was coming, spraying against his abdomen as I melted into him.
He tightened his arms around me, hugging me to him, neither of us caring that we were smearing my release all over us both. “So hot,” he whispered into my ear, making me shudder with an aftershock at the feel of his warm breath. “Jesus.”
I pressed my lips languidly to his, both of us still twitching every now and then as we came down from our orgasms. Finally, I pulled back and met his eyes as something occurred to me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know I was pressing on your legs.”
He shook his head immediately. “Trust me, I couldn’t feel a thing in my legs by the end.”
“Not really sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one,” I complained.
“Good. Definitely good.” He grinned and rubbed his large hand over my back. “I feel like we both need a shower now, between the sweat and the cum.”
A wave of contentment washed over me and I snuggled my head into his neck. “Mmm, I could go along with that.”
“Come on, on your feet, lazybones.” He pushed me off his lap, making sure to do it slowly enough that I could get my feet under me, and then scooted down the couch to where he’d left his chair.
He pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off—they’d never made it past his knees—and transferred smoothly to the chair.
“I’m gonna leave an ass print on this,” he said with a laugh, wiggling in his seat.
“Know where else I’d be ok with you leaving ass prints?” I teased.
He grinned. “Trust me, wherever you can think of, I’m probably on board.” He took hold of his wheels and spun toward the hallway. “C’mon. We can share the shower.”
Liking that idea a whole lot, I trotted after him down the hallway.