Chapter 24 #3
The way he’s lying leaves his neck exposed, the sharp lines of his jaw drawing me in until my lips find purchase on the base of his throat.
He lets out a breathy gasp as I kiss him there, sucking at the soft skin.
His breaths devolve into moans as it has the desired effect.
I take great satisfaction in knowing it’ll leave a mark, and I’m meticulous with my work, all while keeping a steady rhythm going with my hand on his cock.
I’m spurred toward the finish line with every new sound that escapes his lips, but as I sense he’s nearing the edge, I slow my speed and release him, and Luke looks over at me in a drunken haze.
“What are you…” he starts as I get up and move down to the edge of the bed.
Then he gasps as I grab his legs, dragging him down until he’s closer to me.
His eyes widen when I kneel on the ground, throwing his legs over my shoulders and kissing his inner thigh as I rub my thumbs against his skin. “Ethan, you don’t need to—”
“Hush,” I say, and he goes quiet, his eyes locked on mine in breathless anticipation. “I don’t need to, but I want to. I might not be as good at this as you, but feel free to direct me along the way.”
Luke swallows, but nods his head. He lies back down on the bed, his chest heaving with sharp, but eager breaths. I don’t make him wait long.
This isn’t my first time performing oral sex. If you could indicate my skill by the way my previous girlfriends called out my name with my tongue between their legs, you’d think I’d be more confident that I knew what I was doing. Unfortunately, I’m anything but sure.
I try not to overthink it as I wrap my lips around him, attempting to repeat the movements he made on me.
By the way Luke reacts, I can only assume he doesn’t seem to think I’m half bad.
In fact, he appears to take great rapture in it, lifting his head to watch me in a haze, his face contorted in a mask of delirious pleasure.
He runs his fingers through my hair, the touch radiating down my spine in equal measure.
I can’t help but reach a hand down to my own cock, hard and throbbing again between my legs, and I lazily stroke it, sighing as my pleasure builds in time with Luke’s.
His breathing becomes more ragged, his grip on my hair tighter, and the way he bucks his hips tells me he’s nearing the end.
And when he does come, the salty, wet heat of him filling my mouth, I don’t shy away from it, even though the sensation takes me by surprise.
But then, as I release him, I don’t even have a second to contemplate it as I feel myself coming again, my orgasm moving through me in waves.
It’s all I can do to press my head against Luke’s thigh in a dizzying release.
When I can finally look up again, Luke is a breathless mess, one hand draped over his eyes, the other hanging limply at his side. He feels me move out from beneath his legs and looks up at me with what little strength he can muster, his eyes heavy-lidded and hazy as he stares at me.
I get up and grab a towel from the bathroom to clean myself up, then bring it back to the bed and offer it to Luke, but the mess wasn’t too bad this time.
I lay down beside him, and he sighs, curling into my side with a soft chuckle as I delicately rub my fingers along the curve of his spine.
We’re quiet for a long moment while we regain control of our heart rates, but the silence is comfortable. Warm.
“Where the fuck have you been all my life?” Luke eventually asks, his voice a little raspy.
I grin, but it shifts into a frown against my control. There’s a sudden nervous feeling in my chest, like I’m waiting for the scores after a tense performance.
“Was it really okay?” I ask softly. Rationally, I know I shouldn’t even need to question it, based on everything that happened, but then my brain is a strange bedfellow.
“Okay?” Luke laughs incredulously. “Okay?”
I go still, and my breathing all but stops, my thoughts whirling at a million miles a minute. Is Luke laughing at me, or is he being serious? I can’t tell, and the more I begin to question it, the harder it is for me to judge.
Luke must be able to sense my uncertainty because he sits up, turning to look at me with the biggest awed smile on his face.
His hair is a sexy mess, his cheeks flushed bright pink from the whole ordeal, but he’s undeniably happy.
He lost his glasses at some point, and his bright blue eyes are sparkling as he holds me in his gaze.
“Ethan—” he chuckles “—if I didn’t know this was your first time with a man’s dick in your mouth, I’d think you were lying to me about it.”
I shoot him a dull look, but he smiles brighter, glowing like a beacon in the night, and I can’t help but reach up and cup his face in my hand.
It’s automatic, almost like I’ve done it all my life.
His eyes flutter closed, and he shivers slightly as he leans into it, and I know he feels it, too. The uncanny pull we have on each other.
“You know, you’re not so bad yourself,” I tease, though I’m not sure where the confidence comes from. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to reach my level.”
Luke bursts out laughing, dragging his hand through his hair, a peculiar glint in his eye. “God, I think I hate you, actually.”
“No, you don’t,” I reply, unable to keep the grin off my face.
“No…” Luke sighs, leaning down to kiss me. “No, I really don’t.”