Chapter 20 #2
For a second, the steady rain pounding down on the tent is the only sound as I study Luke’s face.
Seeing how his brows knit together, I can’t help but smile as I’m overcome with an urge to press my thumb to his forehead to smooth them out.
I take Luke’s hand, gently pulling him back down until I can kiss him, the action more sweet than eager.
“Thank you,” I say softly, running my hand through his hair, and he melts into my touch. “But you don’t need to worry about me.”
To emphasize my point, I move my hips up just enough until I feel Luke’s hard length press against me, and he shudders slightly, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before he opens them again, looking at me with that same ravenous hunger from before.
“I’ll let you know if it’s too much,” I assure him, and Luke nods before he crashes his lips to mine.
This time, I’m ready for him. I hook my leg around his, pushing myself up until I flip us both over, switching positions so that Luke is trapped beneath me.
I settle between his open legs, and his eyes widen with awe at the unexpected maneuver.
I smirk, feeling quite pleased with myself. Now, it’s my turn.
I slide my hand under Luke’s hoodie (my hoodie) and brush my hand along his abdomen, feeling how his muscles flex with his sharp intake of breath as skin meets skin.
He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the pillow, but he doesn’t stop me as I hike the sweatshirt up and help him out of it until his chest is bare beneath me.
For a moment, I can’t do anything but stare, taking in the entire view, and Luke watches me drink him in like he’s the nectar of the gods.
I smile as I look at the black-inked sparrows following the natural V of his hips, and I can’t help but brush my thumbs over them, reveling in the chance to finally do what I’ve wanted to do for weeks.
“It was these that really did me in,” I say, and Luke laughs. “These fucking birds haunted my dreams.”
“I got them on my twenty-first birthday,” he tells me with a shaky breath and a smile, reaching out his hand to grab mine.
He intertwines our fingers, brushing his thumb over my palm in a move that’s both sweet and torturous.
“I got blackout drunk with a bunch of friends and didn’t even remember getting them.
I just woke up the next morning, and they were there. I’ve always kind of hated them.”
I scoff. “Are you kidding? They’re hot as fuck.”
Luke smiles, and the only way I can describe it is bashful.
His cheeks flush, and his crystal blue eyes seem to glisten.
The shyness and timidness that are so outside of his typical confident nature might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean in and kiss him deeply, pulling his hips up against me.
I run my hands along his strong thighs, marveling at how good the firm muscle feels in my grasp.
I’m not shy with my movements as I explore his body with my mouth, the impossibly sweet taste of him on my tongue.
His skin is so soft and smooth. As I travel down his chest, I find his budding nipples, and he moans softly as I flick my tongue over them, sucking on them gently.
Now, this, I’m wholly familiar with. My hands can’t seem to get enough of the way he arches his back to give me access.
I love that Luke lets me take what I want, letting himself go entirely in the process.
At some point, I lose my shirt, too, and Luke takes the opportunity to run his hand through my chest hair, biting his lower lip as he takes all of me in, his eyes traveling across my broad shoulders and down.
I’m by no means fat, but I don’t have Luke’s impeccable definition, either.
He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His bright blue eyes are hooded and sex-drunk, and I’m losing self-control as I watch his face morph through varying degrees of desire.
Things get more real as Luke drags his hands down my chest and across my stomach, his fingers tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants. He hovers there for a second, his eyes searching mine, clearly asking the question, Is this okay?
In answer, I reach down and pull the waistband low until my cock springs free with a twitch.
Luke actually licks his lips. It sends a jolt through my core, and I grab his hand, guiding it to me.
As his long fingers wrap around my length, I shudder and close my eyes, my vision clouded with white-hot bliss.
Luke needs no further encouragement, and he takes over again, stroking me in a steady rhythm as he holds the back of my neck, parting my lips with his tongue.
It doesn’t take me long to find him, pushing down his sweats until he’s free of the restraint.
I lower my head to look at the firmness of his cock on full display, noticing how he curves slightly to the right.
A bead of precum leaks from the tip, glistening in the dim light.
I’ve never intentionally stared at another man’s dick before, never understood why I felt the need to avert my eyes in locker rooms or communal showers, but seeing Luke’s now is beyond my wildest imagination, and I’m enraptured.
As I take him in my hand, the velvet soft skin beneath my fingers, Luke releases a little gasp of pleasure that sparks through my entire body in response.
The world falls away, and nothing else matters but the way Luke’s hands touch me, claiming me.
Our need for each other grows desperate, our movements getting faster and harder.
We rock our hips together, moaning against each other’s mouths as the pleasure builds until it takes us both over the edge.
I want to shout out with it, but I’m vaguely aware that now’s not the time or place to be too loud.
Instead, I bury my face in the crook of Luke’s neck and clamp down my jaw, letting out nothing more than a strangled grunt as I come in a wave of unadulterated bliss.
I’m a shaking mess by the end, and I can feel Luke’s hand on my neck, holding me through it, and he kisses the side of my head tenderly, moving his hand up through my hair.
We’re both sweaty and sticky, but as I push myself up enough to look into his eyes, I’m met with an expression of pure affection and contentment that runs through my heart.
Luke’s lips are pink and slightly swollen from the ordeal, but they twist into a lazy smile, and he shakes his head as he watches me.
“My god,” he says, his voice a little raspy.
I can’t help but laugh. “Are you calling me a god?”
Luke’s smile grows, and he closes his eyes, putting his hand to his head and brushing his hair back out of his face. “Someone’s full of themselves.” He chuckles.
“I think we’re safe to say that was an act of divinity.”
“A religious experience, to be sure.”
I lean in, kissing Luke softly, and he smiles into it.
I sit up and laugh to see that we never fully shed our sweatpants during all that.
Luke is a sight to behold, a beautiful train wreck, his abdomen covered in our spunk.
Somehow, it’s not awkward to see him hanging at half-mast like that out of his pants.
I grab a beach towel and clean myself off before coming back to clean Luke off with care.
He watches me work with heavy-lidded eyes, then he grabs my arm and pulls me back down until I’m lying beside him, enveloping me in his warmth, rubbing his hands over my back and arm in delicate circles.
He closes his eyes, humming contentedly, and we ease into a comfortable silence.
Lying with my head on Luke’s chest, my limbs go heavy. The sound of his steady heartbeat mixed with the rain pouring down on the tent above us drags me under until I lose consciousness. It’s the best sleep I’ve had in days.