Chapter 29 #4
“Common sense, for starters. The internet also exists. And if you recall, we’ve done shit in this same position before.”
“Okay…” I scoff. “But that wasn’t the same thing. There wasn’t any putting of things inside other things then.”
Luke bursts out laughing and then groans, covering his face with both hands. “God, you’re such a child. Why am I dating you?”
My eyes narrow, but I can’t hide my grin. “You’re cute when you’re mean.”
“I’m not mean.” Luke pouts. “You’re just completely unhinged!”
“Yeah, well. You can make fun of me for it tomorrow.” I smirk, and I reach for his semi-hard cock, thumbing over the soft crown and earning a startled gasp.
As I lean in to kiss him, his arms wrap around my neck reflexively, and he releases a soft moan against my lips.
When I pull back again, I poke his bare chest without any real force.
“Right now, you’re supposed to be gracious and let me be stupid. Safe space and all.”
Luke’s lips twist up with smug satisfaction, but there’s an unmistakable tenderness in his gaze, enough to make my heart stutter. Even as he teases me, there’s no bite to it.
But the realization that we’re at the precipice of something magnanimous suddenly rips through me, and for a second, all I can do is stare at the sharp angles of Luke’s face in the soft lighting and wonder if I’m really ready for this.
When I break it down, I’m not sure I can entirely blame my anxiousness on what we’re about to do.
It’s only sex, after all—a task I’ve executed hundreds of times in my life.
But something about tonight feels different.
Irrevocable. The air feels charged with the sacredness of what’s coming, but not just for the act itself.
It's more like we’ve reached a point of no return, solidifying our paths to blissful ruin.
Searching Luke’s face, my eyes jumping across his, I know without a doubt that I would happily let this man destroy my life, just as long as I get to keep that smile and the way he looks right now, all mussed hair and flushed cheeks, in my memory forever.
I could die tomorrow, never accomplishing anything other than having him in my arms tonight, and I would be satisfied.
As if he can sense the thoughts swirling inside my head, Luke draws his hand to my forehead, gently brushing the hair away. His long fingers are warm against my skin, but the touch sends a shiver down my spine.
“Are you still nervous?” he asks softly, and my heart leaps in my chest.
Yes. Horribly. Somehow, I hear myself answer, “No.”
Luke smirks, a flash of bright white teeth as he bites his lower lip, and he pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Liar,” he whispers into my ear, chuckling. He sighs happily, putting our heads together. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
I close my eyes, feeling Luke’s fingers brush up through my hair, and I let the sensation move through my whole body, swirling tingles all the way down to my toes.
When I open my eyes again, Luke’s still right there, that killer smile on his face.
Suddenly, there’s no room left for the anxiety in my chest.
I can’t help but lean down to kiss him, and he melts with it easily, his cheeks flushing with new color as things get more serious.
My hands map every inch of his chest, my fingers memorizing the dips of soft skin where his hip bones jut out, tracing the little inked sparrows until he’s losing himself to the motion.
The way his stomach rises and falls with each new tortured breath at my touch has me hypnotized as I streak every muscle like an undiscovered landmark in need of exploration.
I could draw this soft pleasure out of him all night.
Luke doesn’t take long to begin his instruction, guiding my free hand down between his legs, showing me exactly what he wants, what he needs.
I do as he directs until it feels natural enough that he lets me take over.
He’s highly receptive to my touch, unable to quell the whimper of pleasure that rocks through him the moment I slip a lubed finger inside, and fuck, does that feel good for me, too.
True to his word, he lets me set the pace, but he’s not afraid to tell me what he likes as I proceed.
There’s a lot of verbal direction between his soft moans and breathy sighs as I massage the tight heat of him, gently stretching him open and feeling how he moves against my hand with unrestrained need.
When he can’t get what he wants out in words, he still encourages me further as he lets out sharp gasps of pleasure that have his body shuddering.
He lets his face do all the talking, and I’m fucking obsessed with the way it moves through various shades of passion.
He tips his head back with a particularly loud moan, his lips parted, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
I feel myself being pulled into that space, my lips pressing to his throat, and he arches his back at the exact moment I hit a sweet spot that has him crying out with a rasp of pleasure.
His hard cock throbs with neglect between us, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Seeing how his body responds to me sends an uncontrollable heat through my core.
I’m the hardest I’ve ever been, watching him unravel.
When Luke looks up at me next through heavy-lidded eyes, he nods that he’s ready, and that’s my cue.
He shudders slightly as I slide my fingers out of him, but waits in anticipation as I get myself situated with the condom.
He sighs with an insatiable hunger as he watches me coat my thick length with the lube, and it’s hard to ignore his eagerness as his fingers desperately claw against my skin with want.
When I’m ready, I position myself against his entrance, and he eagerly wraps his strong thighs around me.
I marvel at how the toned muscle feels in my grasp as I brush my hands along them.
Luke’s eyes never leave mine as I push forward only slightly, but it’s enough to make us both moan in unison.
He accepts me easily enough, tensing only briefly with the new sensation before relaxing entirely as I slowly go deeper, and I can’t help but moan as the tight warmth of him envelopes me fully.
Luke grabs a fistful of my hair, the touch sending sparks along the length of my spine, and I can feel my cock jerk inside him as it hits my lower back. He feels it, too, and his eyes roll back as he hums with it. He smiles at me, then.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly, cupping my cheek. “Still good?”
I can only nod, pressing my mouth to his eager lips, and he wraps his arms around my neck, settling beneath me.
Then Luke takes my left hand in his right, twisting our fingers together, and he places it above his head in a way that’s comfortable for him with his shoulder, holding it there like an anchor.
Then he rocks his hips forward, and my mind goes blank, my body taking over what it knows best, matching him in stride.
We slowly build up the momentum until our mutual need is the only thing between us, careful movement replaced with crushing desperation.
I throw myself into the undertaking, spurred on by the way Luke moans against my throat, his hand at my neck, drawing me closer to him as if he could open his ribcage and let me in.
I would gladly crawl under his skin if I could always keep the feeling of being this unbelievably close to him with me.
The lines of reality blur, the world going hazy around us, the person I was and the person I’ve become blending together until I can’t tell them apart.
With every thrust hitting its desired mark, Luke loses more and more of that self-control he’s so desperately clung to, his composure dissolving as I drive myself into him with reckless abandon.
It seems unreal that he could be experiencing this kind of rapturous pleasure with my cock buried inside him, but the result is undeniable as his body shudders.
He’s desperate for me to fuck him until he’s lost himself completely, and I’m more than willing to give him everything he needs.