Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
LUKAS
“What’s on your mind?” Jensen asked, making me realize I’d zoned out. We were eating dinner at Silk, the restaurant in Ashburn Valley that Jensen owned. The top floor had restricted access, and so far, only two other couples were eating up here since it was Monday night and not the weekend.
“Just thinking about some stuff Skeet said,” I sighed, cutting a piece off my steak and eating it. The food here was always so good, and I felt stupidly happy to be out on a real date.
Jensen had insisted we needed a night to dress up and go out, so here we were, eating overpriced steak in fancy suits.
“What did he say?”
“That I overthink our relationship,” I said dryly, earning an amused smile.
“Well, you kind of do.”
“I just want everything to be perfect, which is hard when my head’s all messed up. I want more, but then the panic creeps in and I pull back,” I mumbled, and he reached across the table to take my hand and gave it a squeeze.
“We’ll figure it out. Don’t rush into anything.”
“I’m not. I want more, but it fucking terrifies me at the same time. What if I hate it? Do we just have a non-sexual relationship forever? Did we get it wrong and we’re just friends? I don’t—”
“Baby, listen to me,” he murmured, stopping my panic before it could turn into something worse.
“This is definitely more than friends. If you want to take things further, stop worrying about fumbling and looking stupid. I’ll be fumbling too.
If you want to top me, I’m okay with that.
Start there, and if you decide to switch another time, we can.
You might just be a top, not everyone likes both.
You can still fall in love with me and not want my cock in your ass. ”
I was so glad no one was dining close to us to have heard that.
“I still freeze up,” I said with embarrassment.
“We’ll set the mood when we get home. Lots of foreplay. You just need to relax and roll with it,” he assured me, pointing to my plate. “Finish your dinner. You’ll want the energy.”
“What if it’s bad?”
He grinned, taking my fork and stabbing it into a piece of potato to feed it to me.
“It probably will be. First times always suck a little, so once it’s out of the way, it will get better.”
I took the fork back and nodded, finishing my food and not really knowing what else to say as I went over the situation in my head. I liked messing around with him, so maybe if we just got naked and started teasing each other, we could ease into it without making a big deal out of it?
Nerves filled me once we got into the Lamborghini and headed towards his house, my heartbeat slamming in my throat.
“Relax,” Jensen murmured, placing his hand on my thigh. “You’re thinking too much again.”
“It’s hard not to.”
“I know, but try,” he replied, and I envied how calm he was. Mom’s voice started in my head, his hand giving my thigh a gentle squeeze to let me know he could sense it getting worse.
By the time we got to the house and walked into the kitchen, I wanted to throw up.
“Come on,” he encouraged, leading me up to his bedroom and taking charge like I needed him to.
His mouth on mine eased the panic as we made our way to the bed, and he didn’t do anything new, simply kissing me while unbuttoning my pants. My breath hitched as he slid his hand into my boxers and wrapped it around my cock, keeping the pace slow.
My fingers got to work on the buttons on his suit, starting to strip him before myself so I could feel his heated skin. The closeness always relaxed something inside of me, his skin feeling good on mine.
He became a little rougher as he laid over me, and I started pushing my pants and boxers off, needing to be closer to him.
A content sigh left me once we were naked and he was lying on top of me, his hand moving between us to stroke me. I liked it like this, it was lazy but desperate, making my heart race.
“How about we switch places? Get the lube and finger me while I keep playing with your cock,” he whispered, encouraging me to lie over him instead.
I jerked slightly as if Mom had screamed right in my face, calling me names and tarnishing it like she always did.
“Focus on me,” he murmured, his hand on the back of my neck to bring me down for a kiss, being more than happy to stick to what we were doing a moment ago.
I reached for the lube once I was calm again, knowing we’d done this a few times now and it was easy. He pulled his legs back slightly to give me better access, groaning when I smeared lube on his ass before gently easing a finger inside.
“Luke—”
“I know,” I replied softly, kissing him as I pushed my finger deeper, adding a second when I felt like he was ready. I was so fucking hard, loving the desperate sounds that left him the more I worked him.
“Want me to use a condom?” I asked hesitantly, not wanting to assume he was cool without it just because we didn’t use them with Rory.
“Hell no. I want you to come in me,” he answered, his fingers in my hair as he bit my lower lip, sucking the sting away a moment later.
I kept teasing him with my fingers, trying to psych myself up to go further. I wanted this, and I knew once I just did it, it would become easier next time.
He was kissing me like I was the air he breathed as I removed my fingers from him, blindly grabbing the lube to coat my cock in it before I could change my mind.
“You sure?” I asked, his hips lifting to encourage me to keep going.
“I’m really sure. Fuck me.”
I drowned out the thoughts in my head as I kissed him hard, nudging the head of my cock against his ass and taking my time.
The cursed moan he let out when I breached the tight ring almost had me fucking lose it.
I’d never heard him make that sound before, and for a second, I was worried I was hurting him.
“You okay?” I questioned as I stopped, his hand sliding around my throat as if worried I was going to pull away.
“Just be slow. Oh, fuck, I can feel your piercing,” he grunted as I pushed in a little more, my own nerves slipping away as I focused on the feeling of him around me as I sank deeper.
I pulled out a little before thrusting forward again, and I loved it when he grabbed a handful of my ass to try and pull me closer.
“I’m trying to be slow like you asked,” I said dryly, chuckling when he shut me up with a kiss.
He still had a hand around my throat, his fingers tightening slightly as I pushed the rest of the way in.
“I need to apologize to Rory,” he panted against my lips, and I wasn’t sure why, but it was the funniest thing in the world and I couldn’t stop the laughter from leaving me.
It seemed to break the awkwardness, a chuckle leaving him too as he released my throat and stroked his hand over my hair. “You doing okay?”
“Me? I’m not the one with a dick in my ass,” I huffed, and he wriggled his hips with a smirk.
“I’m not complaining. C’mon, I need you to move.”
“Tell me if—”
“Just fuck me, baby,” he murmured, burying his face in my neck and nibbling just below my ear.
I started slow, giving him a few slow thrusts to make sure he was alright before going a little faster. This wasn’t scary or wrong at all, and now I felt stupid. My head was quiet too, giving me more confidence that what we were doing was right.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, wanting to get deeper. “Get on your knees for me.”
He scrambled to do as I asked, pushing back on me as I slid inside him again.
“Keep doing that,” he choked out as I set a good rhythm, my hand stroking his cock at the same pace, teasing his piercing with my thumb every so often. “Harder.”
I definitely liked it like this. With his legs parted more and his hand on the headboard, I could get deep and have full access to him.
I held onto his shoulder to drag him back to me with every thrust, and the second he let out a whimper and my hand became slick with his cum, I came so damn hard I almost blacked out.
“Goddamn,” Jensen mumbled, the rest of his body sinking into the bed and taking me with him.
“I can’t move,” I replied, kissing the back of his neck.
“Then don’t.”
We stayed like that for a few minutes, a flicker of doubt creeping in. There was nothing wrong with what we’d just done or it wouldn’t have felt right.
“Roll off,” Jensen murmured, waiting for me to ease off him before rolling over to face me. “You still good?”
“I think so?” I said, knowing it sounded more like a question than a firm answer when he shuffled closer and tangled his legs with mine to pull me against him. He tucked me against his chest, his hand moving to my hair to run his fingers through it.
“Talk to me. What are you feeling?”
“Right now? Really fucking tired,” I joked, nuzzling into him more. “It was good. Was it good for you?”
“I’d go for round two if I could,” he answered, pressing a kiss to my head. “I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, tilting my face up to give him a kiss.
Jensen
Lukas passed out fast once I tucked him under the covers, but I snuck out of bed to clean up and get a drink. I downed a glass of water before hearing a knock at the door, and I walked over to open it, finding Diesel on the other side.
“Hey,” I said slowly, a little confused by his visit.
He noticed I was in nothing but my boxers and cringed. “Sorry. Bad time?”
“No. Luke’s asleep, but I’m up. Come in,” I said as I stepped aside for him.
“It’s not even ten. Big night?” he asked, following me into the kitchen.
“Date night.”
“Shit, I should go. I didn’t mean to—”
“You’re good. Want a beer?” I offered, already moving to open the fridge to grab us one each.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, man. What’s up? We haven’t seen a lot of you,” I said, not mad about it, just making an observation.
“That’s why I’m here. I thought I should check in with you guys. You know about me and Rory, right?” he asked carefully, and I chuckled as I handed him a beer.
“Yeah. She’s excited for you to take her bowling.”