Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
A Night to Remember
There are places to stay on practically every street corner, but Luke admits he has a penchant for the bougier things in life and doesn’t want to settle for something simple.
He wants it to be unique. It makes no difference to me, but if Luke’s happy, I don’t mind walking a few more blocks (or past three perfectly adequate hotels) to find the best one.
Eventually, we find the Detroit Foundation Hotel.
The building is old and clearly used to be operated as a fire station based on the motifs still adorning the architecture.
It’s sitting across the street from the old Cobo Hall, which has been renamed so many times that it’s hard to keep track of what it’s actually called now.
Although it’s late, a concierge is working the front desk, and they check us into an available room with a king-size bed.
I’m starting to feel the effects of the night and being up so late, and could easily lie down and fall asleep given the chance. But as soon as we enter the elevator, it becomes clear that Luke has no such desire.
Before the elevator doors are even fully closed, he pushes me against the wall and pins me there with one arm up over my head, and he presses his lips to mine in a desperate kiss.
It catches me off guard with how forceful it is, but my hands have a mind of their own as they grab at his hips, pulling him closer.
I can feel him getting hard again, and I reach down to stroke the growing bulge, making Luke shudder.
He moans against my mouth before dropping his forehead to mine.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You don’t know what you do to me, Ethan. I can’t control myself around you.”
I can’t help but grin, taking his free hand and guiding it down to where I’m already hard, pressing his hand against me. “I have some idea,” I reply.
It’s a challenge leaving the elevator as it reaches our floor, but the hallways are empty as we stumble toward our room.
We can hardly walk straight, a combination of the alcohol and the gravitational pull that has us crashing our lips together every other step we take.
We’re drawn to each other like the centers of two supermassive black holes.
The door to the room barely clicks shut behind us before Luke loses whatever modicum of self-control he has left and comes at me with the full force of a tsunami wave.
He shoves me against the wall, on theme with the rest of the evening.
It’s not hard enough to hurt, but fuck, is it hot, and I’m down for this becoming a regular thing.
He pins me there with both hands on either side of my head, and his eyes are full of that raw, domineering energy I saw outside the bar, pupils blown wide with desire.
I feel myself swallow and let out a shaky breath before Luke finds my mouth with his own.
The kiss is messy and desperate, a clash of tongues and biting lips, with the lingering taste of bourbon.
Luke moves his hands to me, his long fingers twisting in my hair, gripping tightly as he tilts my head back to give him the perfect angle of my jaw, and he devours me.
A gasp escapes my lips as he drags his teeth across my neck, his breath on my skin sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
All my nerve endings light up in response.
He’s rough with his movements. Rougher than I’m used to, but I can’t deny how much it turns me on to be manhandled like this, and I’m happy to let him take what he wants, especially when it feels so good.
Luke claws his hands under my sweater, easily hoisting it over my head and tossing it behind him before turning his attention to the belt at my waist as I kick off my shoes.
Without stopping what he’s doing with his mouth, he unbuttons my jeans, hooking his finger in the waistline, and he tugs them down, taking my boxers with them until I’m entirely exposed before him.
I’m delirious for his touch, but then Luke deliberately steps back, and I whine in protest. He stands there momentarily, drinking all of me in, his eyes dark and full of lust as they travel down my entire body.
My cheeks warm, and I’m gripped with the sudden urge to cover up under the scrutiny, feeling too open and raw.
But, as if Luke can sense my embarrassment, he comes back and kisses me more gently until I’m melting into his touch again.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he whispers against my throat. “You’re perfect.”
My face flushes, and heat moves through my core.
My head is swimming from more than just the alcohol as Luke moves his hands over my chest, his fingers tracing every line of my muscles, his mouth following the trail.
Before long, he finds my cock, and my breath hitches in my throat when he rubs his fingers over the crown and begins to stroke the hard length.
Somehow, the man before me is still fully clothed.
In an attempt to rectify that, I reach out in my feverish haze, fumbling for his sweater.
Luke grabs my wrist and forces my arm against the wall, pinning me in place.
I don’t have control of the small gasp that escapes my throat, and I search Luke’s face hungrily.
He flashes a mischievous grin and leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, and he chuckles.
The sound is like a shock of electricity to my senses, making me shudder.
“Not yet,” he purrs, his voice low and breathy. “Right now, it’s my turn to play.”
Then, before I have time to register it, Luke lowers himself to the ground. My eyes widen with shock as he kneels before me, his hand still working my length. I can feel the heat on my face as I realize where this is going.
I didn’t think this beautiful man could do anything to make himself hotter in my eyes, but here he is, on his knees before me like a living work of art with his slightly mussed hair and cheeks flushed from all the alcohol, eyes sparkling with hungry devotion behind his round-rimmed glasses.
It has my cock twitching, which doesn’t go past his notice.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Luke says, licking his lips as he takes in the full view.
I take a mental picture of this moment before I’m instantly distracted as Luke puts his lips to good use.
He starts slow, peppering my abdomen with kisses, moving down until he’s at the base of my cock.
I release a whole body shiver when he buries his nose in the sensitive space between my legs.
He’s moved his hands to my thighs, tracing his thumbs over the hard muscle and around to my ass, all while working wonders with his mouth.
He's taking his sweet time, torturing me with his tongue along my shaft. With every move he makes, my need grows more desperate, and I can’t stop squirming with each sensation. Luke senses my urgency, but he just chuckles, pressing a hand to my stomach, holding me firmly in place against the wall.
My heart is pounding in my ears, but for the first time in a long time, my brain is utterly quiet while he works, focused entirely on this moment, anticipating what comes next—so close to begging for it.
When Luke finally wraps his lips around me, his tongue swirling over the sensitive crown, I lose myself in the agony of white-hot bliss.
“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing Luke’s hand on my stomach, holding onto it firmly as my other hand fists its way into his hair, gripping it tight enough that Luke moans around me.
Luke has obviously done this many times before.
Like, probably a lot. But it doesn’t matter because, holy fucking shit, does he know what he’s doing.
I’ve had blowjobs before, and they’ve always been fun and felt good, but the way Luke performs on me now makes every other time seem like child's play. Nowhere near comparable. Firecrackers vs. atomic bombs. Maybe the fact that he’s a man who knows what he likes on himself has something to do with it, but I’m not complaining.
He takes damn near all of me into his mouth, the wet heat driving me insane. What he can’t fit, he uses his free hand to stroke, his long fingers moving down to cup my balls, gently massaging as a new wave of heat moves through me.
Everything else falls away, the world shrinking to just this space, where it’s Luke and me alone in the universe.
My brain is full of Pop Rocks, fizzing like it’s full of energy, and my pleasure builds and builds, unrestricted as Luke sucks and swirls his tongue, putting just the right amount of pressure with his lips around me.
His hand on my stomach is an anchor, holding me steady as if I would float away without it.
I have no control over the noises I’m making, each new sound escaping my throat against my will, and it only seems to spur Luke on with each new moan, until I’m close to the edge.
“Luke,” I gasp out, feeling myself lose control. “I’m going to….”
But before I can even finish the warning, my orgasm rips through me with a burst of ecstasy, and I drop my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as I feel myself coming with his lips still wrapped around me.
Luke puts more pressure on my stomach, holding me up against the wall as my legs shake through it.
When he pulls back, I look down in time to see him swallow, and I can’t help but stare at him in awe.
He wipes his fingers over his lips and smiles, standing up again until he’s at his full height before me, and he leans down and takes my mouth with his own, the taste of me still on his tongue.
It has no right being as hot as it is, having the same lips he wrapped around my cock pressed against my own, but I can feel a shift within myself as I think about it. Something equally possessive and hungry.