Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
A New Dream
Awareness comes to me slowly—too slowly for me to fully comprehend that I’m not dreaming of the feeling of Luke’s warm mouth on my cock. It’s really happening.
Starting as nothing but pure sensation, my thoughts are firmly silenced as I’m dragged further into consciousness by the feeling of growing pleasure.
The bed beneath me is as soft and fluffy as a cloud, leaving me feeling weightless and floaty.
The sun shining through the bedroom window feels like a warm blanket, and Luke’s hands add further heat to my bones as they travel and map every inch of my skin.
Then there’s his mouth, that fucking gorgeous mouth, making fine work on my hard length as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
The noises that accompany his movements, both slurping and gagging as he takes me into the back of his throat, are sending me through the stratosphere in a way I didn’t think was possible this early in the morning.
My hand drifts to grip a fistful of his hair on pure instinct, and the little shiver and breathy moan he releases at my touch only intensify my bliss.
But when Luke turns his shimmering eyes up to me, I’m overcome with a terrible need to have his lips on mine.
I pull him up to me, a string of saliva dripping from his chin to my cock, and he straddles my hips, grinding his equally hard length against mine as he kisses me with a desperation I eagerly match.
My hands are greedy, gripping his hair, clawing along his back, reveling in the way he shudders at my touch like he’s been brought to life.
He’s stripped down to his shirt and boxers, and the thin fabric between us feels like a crime.
“Waking up to you in my bed,” Luke eventually says, between ragged breaths and kisses, the taste of me still on his tongue, “was the best thing I could have ever asked for.”
I smile, my hands finding their way to Luke’s ass, and I squeeze his plump cheeks. “I can’t say I’d mind waking up to this every morning.”
“I couldn’t help myself.” Luke chuckles. “He was right there, at attention, just begging for it.”
“He thanks you for your service.”
“I’m so happy you’re here.” Luke sighs against my throat before dragging his teeth against my skin.
My mind goes blank, a sound of pleasure escaping my lips against my control.
Luke takes that as a sign to continue his methodical torture, and I’m reduced to putty in his hands.
I feel positively weak with desire, my limbs heavy and lethargic, almost like my body never fully received the signal to wake up, and Luke takes advantage of it.
His every touch feels amplified, traveling throughout my entire body until I’m practically shaking from pure ecstasy.
He loves being in control, and I’m happy to let him have all of it.
He puts his teeth to my chest, sucking on the buds of my nipples until my head is spinning, blood rushing in my ears. He takes the rest of his clothes off until there’s nothing between us and then presses his firm body against mine, bringing us closer.
I relish every place where we connect, every kiss that marks my skin, the way my hands know the map of his body within my grasp, and I wish this moment could last forever.
If nothing else could go right in my life, I would die a happy man.
But an urgency to be closer to him takes control of me, a cry from the depth of my soul that needs answering.
Reaching a hand up to Luke’s face, I turn his chin so that he looks at me, his pupils blown wide with desire. The way he smiles as his eyes meet mine sends a shiver of longing down my spine that has my balls tightening, my cock throbbing between us.
“I want to feel you,” I say in a delirious haze, too far gone to care how silly the words would sound in any other context. “I need to be inside you.”
The helpless request has an encouraging impact, and Luke crashes his lips to mine in new desperation, not hesitating to fulfill the need. He leans over to his nightstand, rummaging through the drawer for the lube and condoms. He sits back up a moment later with a frustrated sigh.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’m out of condoms.”
“Oh,” I say, and I can feel my heart deflate.
“You didn’t pack any, did you?” he begs, almost desperate.
“No, I honestly didn’t think about it.” I frown, rubbing a hand along his thigh. “That’s okay. We’ll have to pick some up later.”
Luke looks at me very seriously, eyes searching my face with quiet intensity. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, looking almost nervous.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’d be okay if… Well… If we wanted to go without,” Luke stammers slightly, his cheeks reddening with the statement. “If you want to.”
“We don’t have to.” I frown slightly, reaching out to cup Luke’s cheek. His blush is overpowering, and I can’t say I’ve ever been more turned on. But I am a gentleman. “I’m good waiting.”
"I don’t want to wait." Luke shakes his head, the words sounding urgent. “I’ve been meaning to ask you about this the last few times but felt awkward bringing it up.”
“You?” I can’t help but laugh. “Awkward? That’s my job.”
Luke smirks. “It’s just… We’ve been seeing each other exclusively these last few months, and we’re both clean… I mean… Only if you’re comfortable….”
I study Luke’s face closely, feeling my chest expand with the intimate request threatening to take me out.
The level of trust buried beneath the sentiment is unmistakable, and I can’t deny how much it warms my heart—especially given how serious a declaration of trust for him is.
Still, there’s a bead of resistance in my brain that wonders if he’s being genuine or if he’s only hyped up in a moment of passion.
I’d hate for him to only suggest it because he’s horny and then regret it later.
“Are you sure?” I hesitate.
“Please,” he begs, and I can tell he means it.
With that single word, any reservation I might have had dissolves in an instant. With my acceptance, Luke’s smile grows. He’s positively glowing, almost as if his entire being is illuminating from the inside out, and it’s not coming from the sun beaming down on us through the window. It’s all him.
With a few more deep and breathy kisses, Luke finally takes the lube and makes quick work of getting us both ready.
And without missing a beat, he sits up and positions himself with my cock nestled up against his hole, pushing back with gentle but steady pressure.
My hands find their way to his hips, notched perfectly like they were always meant to connect, and I feel how we both shudder with the sensation of me filling him with absolutely nothing between us.
He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back with ecstasy, his mouth open in to a silent O.
His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath as he relaxes into the sensation, and every inch he takes in, the more difficult it is for me to be patient until he settles to the hilt on his knees.
The flush on his cheeks travels down his neck and over his porcelain torso, and when he’s finally able to open his eyes and look at me, I’m hit with a wave of emotion at how beautiful he is.
It’s like looking at the most incredible work of art to ever decorate the walls of a museum, and suddenly, I can understand what it must be like for an artist to find their muse.
If I had the ability to capture this moment for eternity on canvas, I’d have painted thousands of versions of this scene by now.
I’m almost tempted to grab my phone to take a picture. Almost.
“God, you feel so good,” I say, knowing the words are too plain to fully describe it.
“You’re so deep.” Luke sighs dreamily. “I’ve never felt so full.”
I trace my fingers across his stomach, over the little inked sparrows, and along the bones of his hips.
He lets his eyes flutter closed, the muscles beneath my touch constricting with the sensation.
I spot the corner of the bruise on his side under his ribcage and feel my face drop into a frown.
The idea that someone is actively hurting him fills my soul with rage, but it also sparks the burning ember of possessiveness, giving me a primal need to stake my claim on him in a way I’ve never felt before—to let everyone know that he’s mine.
With a forceful tug of his wrist, I pull Luke down to me, needing him closer, and we both gasp as the motion stirs something where we’re connected.
Luke kisses me, tangling his hands in my hair at the root, sending a shiver down my spine.
And when he slowly starts rocking his hips back and forth, I don’t have control of the breathy moan that escapes my lips.
He starts slow, pulling up so that only the tip of my cock is inside him before pushing all the way down until he’s fully seated.
He does this over and over, taking exactly what he needs from me, torturously, sensuously, until I can feel myself losing restraint with each long pull.
Luke gasps and moans with every motion as it hits the right spot, the sounds driving me wild as he takes his pleasure exactly how he wants it.
“Ethan,” he says at one point, and the way he sighs my name has me twitching. “I need you to fuck me hard. Please.”
“With pleasure,” I growl.
Keeping the same position, I take over, driving my cock in and out of Luke while he steadies himself with his hands on my knees.
He begins to cry out helplessly, breathlessly, gripping me for dear life as I take him with wild abandon.
He’s nearly delirious with pleasure, begging for me to keep going, to hit that spot again, and I’m eager to obey.