15. Luke
15
Luke
W e’re alone in the elevator. I’m staring at the buttons for each of the floors when Evan’s fingers ghost underneath mine. Our fingers entwine and lock. He doesn’t have to tell me what he is thinking. I already know.
I don’t want this to end either. It’s late. Actually , I am not sure how late it is, and I don’t intend to find out. The elevator slows to a stop, the doors slide open, and I follow him down the claustrophobic hallway to his apartment door.
His jacket is slung over his arm, giving me a full view of his perfect ass in custom-made slacks. As he unlocks the door, I slide my hand down the center of his ass, pressing my fingertips against his perineum. He groans, pausing before finally opening the door. When it closes behind me, Evan turns, reaching between my hip and arm to bolt the lock. Our eyes lock, and it’s as if we are sharing the same brainwaves. There is no time for sleep tonight. We only have so much time to make love before I have to leave.
I unbutton his vest as he removes my jacket. Slowly we maneuver ourselves further into the apartment, tossing our jackets and vests on the sofa. We lose our shoes as well, never breaking eye contact. The force of our intensity is so strong that it is pulling us together. He glances at my lips as I open his shirt and trail my fingers down his torso. I don’t want to kiss him right now though. Walking forward, I crowd him against the wall. He grins knowingly. I smirk back, because he doesn’t know shit about what I’m about to do. Still , I lean in, ghosting my lips over his, causing his lips to part.
With a quick jerk, I flip him around and press his front against the wall. He grunts when he hits the wall but looks over his shoulder at me. Taking his collar in my hands, I peel his shirt from his arms and push my chest against his back.
“ You wanting to wrestle?” he asks, arching his eyebrow at me.
I rip open his pants and shove my hand inside his underwear. “ Not tonight.”
He pushes his ass back in an attempt to put some distance between us. I just grab his junk and squeeze.
“ What do you want then?” he asks with a moan.
I chuckle as I play with him. He is already hard and at full attention, but his balls still feel rather loose. I give them a quick tug.
“ Submit .”
His eyes fall closed as his forehead thuds against the wall. I bite his ear, step back, and yank his pants down until they’re around his ankles. He works to free his feet, but I don’t help. Instead , I grab his calf and squeeze the thick muscle as I look at him: really look at his form and shape. I splay my hand over his leg rubbing and slowly making my way up his taut hamstring. He tenses as I squeeze. One of his feet is free of his pant leg so I push his thighs apart, working the muscle with my hand. He grunts and groans with the pain because I’m not being gentle. I want to really feel him, the strength and bulk of his muscles, the way his skin is stretched across them, and even the coarse hair that covers his legs. Crouching down, I take in the image of him spread apart and pressed against the wall with his hands bracing his body.
God help me his ass is a thing of beauty. It is round and has perfect indentions near his hips. With both hands flat on his glutes, I pull him apart, exposing his hole. It’s pink and inviting.
“ Damn ,” he mumbles under his breath.
I give his ass a firm squeeze, leaving imprints of my fingers on his flesh before I slide my hands down to his ankles. As I move them back up, I skim my thumbs along his inner thighs. While I pull his ass cheeks apart, I press my thumbs to that spot just behind his scrotum.
A vision overlays his perfect form. I angle my head from the left to the right until the landscape in my mind fits perfectly along his silhouette. He impatiently grinds his cock against the wall.
“ I want to photograph you.”
“ Like this?” he pants.
I lean in and glide the tip of my tongue along the bottom of his ass at the top of his thigh, following the perfect curve. I hum affirmatively as I spread him apart once more, bury my face against him, and swipe my tongue up. He shivers.
Taking my time, I lick and probe his tight hole with my tongue. He reaches back and grips a fistful of my hair. The intensity shoots even higher. Resting my forehead on his lower back, I take a few deep breaths.
“ Yes , baby. Like this. I …” I have no idea how to explain.
“ What is it?”
When I look up, his eyes are searching mine.
“ Would you understand if I said I’ve been inspired? When I look at your body, it’s like a landscape, one that only I know.” I run my hands along the backs of his thighs. “ I want to merge the silhouette of your body with the landscapes in Wyoming .”
The intense lust flickers away, replaced by a sense of wonder. “ I would love to see that…see what’s in your head right now.”
“ I won’t show your face, but your body,” I growl and knead his ass in my hands. “ If you’ll let me, I’ll make art with the images of you.”
His fingers graze my cheekbone. “ I’ll stay here while you get your camera.”
As I stand, I unfasten my pants. “ Not now,” I whisper in his ear. “ In the morning when the light is better.”
While I bite his neck and lick his skin, he turns to putty in my hands, allowing me to roughly squeeze his flesh, pull and knead it.
“ Anything ,” he mumbles. “ Anything you want, Luke .”
No , I definitely don’t want to take pictures right now. Now , I intend to make love to him, until we are both exhausted. I lean him against my chest and guide him to the bedroom. Once the door closes, he slides onto the bed, naked and delectable. I quickly lose the rest of my clothes and stroke my cock backhanded. He watches my movements with rapt attention, lifting his knees and gripping his cock. With more patience than I actually possess, I casually retrieve lube and a condom from the drawer, watching as Evan jacks his cock. His knees continue to fall apart, inviting me. I toss him the lube.
“ Slick yourself up for me.”
He gives me a wicked look as he pours the lube first over his dick and then in the palm of his hand. “ What are you going to do?”
Standing over him, I roll the condom over my erection “ Watch .”
His back arches as he sinks two lubed fingers into his ass. I give him all my attention as he plays and stretches that tight hole for me. Grabbing the lube, I pour it over my cock.
“ Who does that ass belong to?” I ask.
He groans. “ You ! Fucking hell, Luke ! You !”
“ Who else?” I ask as I throw his knees wide open.
His eyes find mine. “ No one. Only you.”
“ You mean that?” I ask. Taking his hand that is currently stroking his cock, I toss it to the side and slowly slide my fist over his throbbing cock. Fat veins snake around his shaft, pulsing with blood.
“ Yes !” he huffs.
I ease my knee onto the mattress. He’s working his ass with his fingers like he is desperate for me. “ Promise me…promise me, no one else will take you like this. Not that fucking French prick, or any other handsome man that catches your attention.”
“ I’m sorry, Luke . I never wanted… I wish it had been you the first time. Only ever you.”
I lower myself over him and settle between his thighs, reaching up to run my fingers through his soft hair. “ Shh … as far as I’m concerned, that never happened. It’s only us. It has only ever been us.”
His eyes blink rapidly, but I pretend not to see the tears caught in his beautiful black lashes.
“ Tell me you understand that it is only us.”
He visibly swallows before his eyebrows pinch, and he nods. “ Only you and me. I don’t want…” His breath hitches when I push my cock against him. His fingers fall away, allowing me to push inside his body.
“ What don’t you want, little brother?”
When he looks in my eyes there is a gravity I’ve only ever seen a few times before. Only when we are emotionally vulnerable and physically close. I rock in and out, just penetrating him with the tip of my cock.
“ I don’t want anyone else…to…ever…” He struggles to catch his breath.
“ Fuck your ass?”
All the tension leaves his body, and with trembling hands, he frames my face. “ Make love to me like this.”
That is the moment I sink all the way to the hilt until his tight heat is pulling me so deep, I think I’ll lose my mind. Our lips fall together as our bodies rock in unison. I squeeze and stroke his cock with the same rhythm, back and forth, slow and steady. How can it be so much more intense at this pace?
His tongue slips between my lips, and I lose myself inside Evan’s kiss, inside his body, inside the love he’s giving to me. I want nothing more than this. Except I want it forever. Tell me it’s not wrong to want this for the rest of forever.
All we are is the undulating of our bodies, pulling in and pushing out, sliding and gliding against each other. We fully embrace, attempting to become as close as humanly possible.
“ I never want to leave you,” I whisper against his mouth.
“ Then don’t!” His plea is quiet and full of emotion.
I close my eyes then and promise him that I won’t ever leave. Not even tomorrow. I lie and he lets me because we desperately need it. The lies are the only thing we have to cling to because reality is determined to keep us apart.
EVAN
I feel raw with emotions. I don’t want to, because no matter what, he is leaving me, no matter what he is telling me. They’re beautiful lies about how he is never leaving, never letting me go, and that we will always be together. I push away the voice reminding me that none of that is possible. I can’t deal with the truth, so I consume his lies as if they are my last meal.
His hand is twisting and stroking my cock which is slippery with lube. His hair swings around his face as he moves. I commit to memory the feel of it brushing against my skin, and how fucking full he makes me feel as if I could split in two. I still can’t believe he is truly inside of me, taking up a space I believe should never belong to anyone.
How wrong I’ve been. I had believed all the lies. I let them bind me to an ideal I could never uphold.
When I skim my thumb across his slack mouth, he licks and then sucks on it. His gaze finds mine, pulling him from the trance that held him. While I love that he gets in a zone of pleasure, I crave his attention, need it.
“ Don’t look away,” I whisper.
“ Okay ,” he says, and I swear the look in his eyes flays me open.
There are motherfucking tears choking me and stinging my eyes. Suddenly I feel panicked, unsure I can handle this emotional beast between us. Just as I feared, letting this happen…giving in to this desire between us is threatening to entirely unman me. I have fought so hard; tooth and nail, until it has felt that I would be destroyed. My mind shuffles between the lies, the evil voice telling me to do everything, and anything I have ever wanted, and the realization that I am losing control.
I have resisted him so much. I ran away to keep from turning into this beast that lingers dormant, but salivating, deep in my soul.
He grasps my hand, pulling my thumb from his lips, and nuzzles my palm. “ We’re safe.”
But I can’t bear it! I push him off of me. He stumbles back causing our bodies to disengage. Scrambling to my feet, I catch him by surprise as I band my arm around his waist from behind and push him down so his face is pressed against the mattress.
I’m manic! Obsessed ! Possessed with the need to claim him. Freeing my hold on him, I slap my hands to his shoulders and drag my nails slowly down his muscular back. I growl, and he groans as the beast roars to life, and I do exactly what he wants of me tonight. I submit to the beast.
Forcefully grabbing his hips, I thrust inside of him without so much as a warning or a thought of making him ready first. He cries out and grips the bed sheets with his fists.
I stop halfway inside, pushing the beast down in my chest, and lay against his back. While my dick was slick enough, I know I have hurt him. That alone is sobering enough to garner some sort of control.
“ I’m sorry!” And I am, but something isn’t right inside of me. We were making love, and I’ve ruined it! I ruined the moment, and we may never get it back again. It is taking everything within me not to thrust all the way inside, not to rut into him as if my life depended on it.
Luke reaches back and fumbles for my hand. I let him have it, and he intertwines our fingers and squeezes so hard it hurts.
“ Don’t stop, baby.” His voice sounds pained like his throat is full of gravel.
I huff and pant, my body tense as I hold myself back.
“ Keep going,” he says.
“ Don’t want to hurt you,” I say through clenched teeth.
“ I’m fine.”
“ No condom!” Fuck , what am I doing? “ I’m losing my damn mind!”
“ I don’t care.”
“ How can you not care?” I spit out.
He turns to look at me, the best that he can in this position. “ I care that you need this. Give in, Evan . Let go and submit to your instincts.”
I growl at the invitation, but I’m already sinking my cock deeper. He groans, and I stop, my chest heaving for breath.
“ Do it!” he orders.
It breaks any semblance of restraint I had. Grabbing his shoulders, I press him against the bed and ram into him so hard the bed scoots along the floor. But it’s done. I’m lost to the beast raging to be set free and have his way with the best human that has ever existed. I revel in the depraved desire to defile him.
Mine ! Mine ! Mine !
No one is ever going to own him like this!
“ Yes ! Yours !” His muffled words confuse me. Was I chanting that out loud?
This is so wrong. I don’t even feel in control of my body as I pound into him with relentless force. He’s flat on the bed now and I’ve had to grip his hip to position his ass so that I have easy access. I want to touch his skin, feel Luke under my fingertips, but all I can do is fuck him harder. His groans and moans are loud, like a man who is either in utter agony or in the throes of passion.
The intensity that has plagued us most of the evening is enslaving me. When I allow myself to focus only on the feel of my cock drilling into him, I swear I think I see the face of God in my mind. For a second, I wonder if this is why this is supposed to be wrong. Is it because we get too close to Heaven , so close we see the face of God ? Even Moses wasn’t allowed to see God’s face because it would kill him instantly. That’s how I feel, right now, like I might die.
Fuck , all the lies I’ve been told! I shake my head to dismiss the confusion. How am I supposed to discern the lies from the truth, if the truth is so profound it could render me mute, deaf, and blind? Have I sealed our fate? Gone too far? Ruined everything?
If this is all going to be over tomorrow, it is because of this right now…because I let out this thing I’ve suppressed for so long. I can’t do it anymore! I can’t!
His body starts spasming in quick jerks. He growls out my name as an internal orgasm takes over his body with such force it constrains my cock. Pleasure rips down my spine, drawing up my balls, and paralyzing my body. Every sensation is centered inside of Luke’s body, where we are joined, and he is pulsing around me. As vision leaves my sight and my control over my own body is lost, I understand that we are bonded now. I understand the idea of a couple being permanently bound. It’s an epiphany that rattles my brain and suffocates me with reverence and awe.
With a jolt, I am jerked back to this realm, and my climax whips me around like I’m its bitch. Luke’s name is a prayer that I cry out in adoration. I’ve collapsed on his back, clinging to him like a capsized boat in a hurricane. His body is hot and trembling inside and out. I am so far removed from this world, I don’t think I will ever return. I don’t think I even want to because this is beyond words…beyond comprehension.
Slowly , his voice begins to seep into this thick haze of euphoria.
“ It’s okay, baby. I love you. I love you this way… God , how I love you this way!”
It is too much for my body to manage as I curl up and slip next to him on the bed. I ignore the fact that I am weeping like a damn baby. Luke hoists me up onto his lap and lowers me down on his naked cock. The shock of it is overwhelming. And oh fuck, the feel of his bare cock inside of me is…fuck, there aren’t words. I’m muttering incoherently like a man possessed. Suddenly his lips are on mine, kissing softly. His hands are everywhere, combing through my hair, sliding down my spine, and gripping my hips as he grinds me down onto him.
I curl into his embrace as I fall from such a high that it scares the immortal shit out of me!
“ You’re fucking everything to me, Evan !”
I tremble as he pings my prostate again and again. I don’t think my body can physically handle the pleasure. I think it might break me.
Suddenly , he yanks my face up so that I’m forced to look at him. “ Do you hear me?”
I am struck mute trying to grasp the words he has been saying. His eyes search mine. They are like gold glinting in the sunlight, blinding me.
“ You are everything to me!” He enunciates each word with a power that shakes me to my bones.
“ Love ,” I mumble. It’s all I can say, and I can only hope he understands what I’m trying to tell him.
He looks like he is going to cry too. Fuck , it’s embarrassing how I’ve fallen apart.
He pulls me into his embrace, tucking my head under his chin, and with the ease of slipping into warm bathwater, he begins making love to me again. It’s slow and gentle. That is what breaks me…the tenderness of it after my harshness. I have never felt this good in all of my life. Perfect love, perfect pleasure, and completeness because Luke is sharing it with me.
“ Gonna come,” he murmurs.
While I am completely and utterly spent, I feel his cock jerk, and the warmth that floods inside, wrecks me. I didn’t know it could be like this. How could I have known? How could either of us have known?
“ Meant to be,” I mumble.
He shudders as more cum coats my core. “ Meant to be,” he repeats with broken words.
That is the end for me. My heart, body, and my fucking soul are his. I have no choice in the matter. It’s fate. If I had known, I never would have believed it to be possible. Now his lies have been transformed into truths. He is never leaving me. We are tethered together forever.