Chapter 17
RILEY
Nothing about Luke Larson is what I expected, but the more we’re together, the more he becomes pliant and needy in a way I never would have anticipated.
He’s the perfect stereotypical top, and he’s always taken on the more dominant role effortlessly.
But when he’s with me, he turns into a submissive puddle.
I noticed it first with Dante and thought maybe it was because Luke was deferring to him since he joined in late, but it’s just us today, and the way he asks permission for everything he’s about to do and has let me take the lead has awoken this feral, toppy beast inside me.
My ex was so inexperienced that I had to teach him what I liked, which came with a lot of verbal direction.
He used to joke that I was a power bottom, but I thought it was just that I knew what I liked.
Now I’m wondering if maybe he was onto something, because the way Luke seems to naturally defer to me, and it’s been so easy for me to take charge is a dynamic I’ve never fully experienced with a partner.
I kind of love it. And maybe that’s why Benji and I weren’t a good fit… maybe he was too dominant for my taste.
Luke is looking at me now with affection and warmth in those beautiful, dark eyes, and he pulls me in for a sweet kiss as he finishes towel-drying my hair.
Before I even realize what’s happening, he’s wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground.
My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and I let out a startled little squeal.
He laughs and kisses me again, turning and walking us toward the bedroom.
I can’t say I’ve ever been carried to bed before.
I’m a bit shorter than he is, but I’m not exactly a small guy.
“How are you doing this?” I mutter against his lips.
He laughs and releases me to drop onto the bed on my back, collapsing on top of me when I refuse to unwind my legs from his waist. He catches himself on his elbows and cages me in, still laughing as he leans in to kiss me again.
Our lips move together in a relaxed, unhurried rhythm, and I wrap my arms around him to pull us even closer together, wanting as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
After a few minutes, he breaks the kiss and nuzzles his nose against mine. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I whisper back, a slow smile breaking across my face as he nestles into my neck and relaxes on top of me.
We lay entwined for a few minutes, his breath warm on my neck and his stubble scratching at my skin.
I press a kiss to the top of his head and run my fingers soothingly up and down his spine.
He melts into my touch and shifts so that he’s not fully on top of me before seeking out my lips again.
God, I could stay like this forever.
Luke’s kisses quickly go from lazy and sensual to a little bit desperate, almost frantic.
I can feel how hard he is as he ruts against my hip, and I need to take care of that for him, stat.
His thigh is thrown across my own, and I reach down and give it a firm smack before tightening my grip and rubbing soothing circles into the sting.
He lets out a grunt of surprise into my mouth, and I can tell he liked it when I feel a pulse of precum trail across my skin.
I growl in satisfaction and give his ass another slap, this one a bit harder, and he breaks away from my mouth with a gasp.
His pupils are blown wide, and he’s panting hard now. Oh, he definitely likes this.
“I love this ass,” I growl at him, squeezing one of his muscular cheeks roughly. “And I haven’t even gotten to enjoy it yet.”
I tap his thigh and gesture for him to roll off of me, and he obeys without complaint.
A look of confusion crosses his face as I readjust, propping a pillow under my head and guiding him on top of me so that he’s straddling my stomach but facing away from me.
He twists to look at me over his shoulder as I tug his hips back, and he hesitates, uncertain what I want.
“Get up here,” I rumble, pulling his ass toward me again. “Sit on my face.”
His eyes widen in a way that would be comical if I weren’t already getting hard again, and he quickly scrambles to his knees and scoots back.
God, he has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen.
Perfectly round from hours in the gym, with two deep dimples in his lower back that I grip to settle him where I want him, right over my mouth.
Spreading his cheeks wide with my palms, I get a good look at his hole for the first time.
It’s fucking beautiful. Perfectly groomed, pleated pink skin just waiting for my mouth. “Holy shit, babe,” I breathe in awe. “Where’s your phone? I’ve gotta record this.”
Luke reaches a shaky hand over to the nightstand to fetch it for me, and I quickly spread him open again, fumbling to open the camera app and press record.
“Look at that,” I murmur, making sure the camera is capturing everything before leaning in to lick softly over the tight opening.
He lets out a soft cry of pleasure and I go in again, circling my tongue a few times and then pulling back to let out a soft puff of air against the wet skin.
He whines, and I marvel at the way his hole flutters at the sensation of my breath on him.
“Your hole is so pretty, babe,” I say reverently, zooming the camera in for a better look. I suddenly want in there, badly. It’s been awhile since I topped, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t do that. But this little pucker is now the sole object of all my fantasies.
Propping my elbow up on his lower back and checking to ensure the angle is good, I eagerly dive back in, sliding my tongue between his cheeks and lapping at his asshole like this is my last meal.
It doesn’t take long before he’s whimpering and bucking his hips, and the camera is shaking too much for me to keep this position.
For the first time, I’m annoyed at having to record this.
I snarl in frustration, and the vibration of the noise pulls another beautiful, needy sound from Luke.
Pulling off of him, I adjust and hold the phone out so that I can get a good shot of his dick hanging hard and heavy between his legs and use my free hand to take hold of him and stroke gently downward.
His hips buck and his head drops between his shoulders as he fights to keep himself propped upright on his elbows.
“You ready to give me that load?” I hum, stroking him more firmly.
He’s leaking all over my hand, gasping and whimpering as his hips rock in time with my movements, thighs trembling. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
Checking that his dick is in frame once more, I lean in and nose between his cheeks, searching his hole out with my tongue.
I don’t have enough hands to hold him open, so it’s a bit of a challenge, but I manage to find my target and I suck at his rim, humming in my throat at the same time I twist my wrist around the head of his cock, and that’s all it takes.
He’s coming on a shout and a chorus of, “Oh my god…oh my fucking god…” as his release spills over my hand and onto my stomach.
And then, to my absolute shock, my own cock is giving a valiant kick of its own, and my balls are emptying the last of their reserves completely untouched.
I’ve never gone hands-free before, and I’m so stunned that a completely embarrassing, strangled sound escapes from my throat as I try to focus on massaging Luke through his orgasm.
When we’re both wrung dry, he manages to climb off of me and turn around to collapse on the bed, tucking himself into my side before his entire body goes limp.
I manage to stop the recording before dropping his phone somewhere on the nightstand.
Or maybe the floor. I roll toward him and wrap my arms around him, his big body somehow feeling vulnerable and small pressed up against me.
Our legs entwine and I run a hand through his thick, still-damp hair, dipping down to the velvety, short buzz on the sides of his head to scratch lightly.
I have a bad habit of biting my nails, so it’s basically just the pads of my fingers rubbing his scalp, but he hums in contentment and takes a deep breath, releasing it in a long, sated sigh.
He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere, and I’m certainly not either.
“Good, then?” I ask finally, resting my head against the top of his.
“Mmhmm,” Luke purrs, nuzzling into my neck and scooting even closer to me. “You’re amazing at that.”
“At eating your ass, or massaging your head?” I tease.
“Both,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around my waist. “This is nice. I never get to do this after a scene.”
I frown at that. He should always get to have this if he wants it. “Do you, um…do you ever have sex outside of work? Where you get to do this?”
“Not really,” he says after a moment, his voice sleepy.
“It’s been…oh, I don’t know…a while, I guess.
It always feels like a different kind of work to go out and pick someone up just for a quick fuck, you know?
I don’t have the energy for it, and I work a lot, so it’s not like I’m sitting around horny all the time. ”
My stomach sinks at that. It makes me sad for him that he’s getting the sex but lacking the care and intimacy that comes with it. “That’s a shame,” I say softly, keeping my voice even. “This is my favorite part.”
Luke is quiet for a long time, and at first I think maybe he’s fallen asleep when he finally whispers, “Me too.”
Oh, my heart.
I run a hand softly down his flank to his thigh, rubbing at the short, wiry hairs there and tracing my fingers over the flowers on his tattoo. “I like this,” I say finally, changing the subject. “I’ve always thought thigh tattoos are hot.”
He chuckles at that and pulls back to look at me. “Yeah? How come you don’t have any?”
I ponder that for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever been able to come up with anything I’d want on my body permanently.
I know it doesn’t have to be that deep, that people get tattoos for all sorts of reasons, but I guess nothing ever really called to me.
I could just get something cool, I suppose, without overthinking it. ”
“That’s what I did with this one,” Luke says, shifting to pull his right arm out from under me and holding it out in front of us.
We both study the abstract, geometric patterns that make up his sleeve.
“Guys with tattoos seemed to be getting more work than I was in the early days, so I figured, why the fuck not. It’s cool, and I still like it.
But I definitely like my thigh piece better. ”
“Does that one mean something then?” I ask, tracing from the flowers along the shape of the cactus. His thick quad tenses under my touch, and I quickly realize my misstep. “Sorry, that’s personal, I’m sure. You don’t have to tell me.”
“No, it’s okay.” He rolls onto his back to look at the ceiling, and I don’t like the added distance it puts between us.
“I’ve always liked the desert. It’s always fascinated me that plants can survive out there—and not just survive, but bloom, even.
It’s a reminder to me that no matter where you’re planted, you can still grow.
We don’t get a choice about how we come into this world or how we leave it, but we can control how we spend the time in between.
And I guess I figure that if a cactus can bloom… maybe I can, too.”
I don’t trust my voice enough to respond right away.
My throat is thick with unexpected emotion at his vulnerability, and I feel the weight and significance of him opening up to me like this.
I try to find words, though, because I don’t want him to mistake my silence for judgment or misunderstanding.
“That’s really beautiful,” I manage, resisting the urge to pull him back to me and kiss him senseless.
His lips turn up in a small smile, but he doesn’t say anything. An idea has been percolating in the back of my mind for some time now, and before I can stop to think if it’s a good idea, I blurt out, “What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
He turns his face toward me, brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t really do anything for Thanksgiving,” he says, bewildered by my sudden change of subject. “It’s just like any other random Thursday on my calendar.”
“Come home with me,” I suggest excitedly, propping up onto one elbow to look him in the eye. “To Oklahoma.”
He barks out a laugh in disbelief. “That’s nice of you, Ry, really, but you don’t have to do that. I’ve always been on my own. I’m used to it.”
“I know I don’t have to, I want to,” I insist. “I want you to come home with me.”
He narrows his eyes, almost as if he’s waiting for a “gotcha” moment or something. “I couldn’t put your family out like that. I’m sure they have plans, and I don’t want to mess anything up.”
“Oh, trust me, you’d be doing my mom a favor,” I laugh.
“She loves Thanksgiving. Like, even more than Christmas. She will invite anyone and everyone to our Thanksgiving dinner, she loves cooking and having company over more than anything in the world. She would be absolutely thrilled to have you.” Luke still doesn’t look convinced, so I take one last shot and say, “Do it for me? I’d feel a lot better knowing you’re not just home by yourself. ”
He chews his lower lip for a moment, expression unreadable. “I don’t want to be an inconvenience…”
“You could never be. Please?” I put on my best pout and attempt puppy dog eyes. It works when Aggie does it to him, I’ve seen it.
Finally, he breaks into a real, genuine smile that makes my heart soar. “Well…I guess I’ve never been to Oklahoma.”