Chapter 20
RILEY
It’s been unseasonably warm for November, but even I start to get a bit chilly once the sun goes down. We make our way back inside as the ads start to play before the movie.
“Can we get under the covers?” Luke asks with a shiver and a pathetic pout, pushing his lower lip out in a move that makes him look too adorable for his own good.
I had been planning to just lie on the bed on top of the duvet to watch, but I can’t help but laugh at how pitiful he looks. My sweet Cali boy has been cold this entire trip.
“You know, if we’re naked, we can share body heat,” he says wryly. “It’s a survival tactic.”
“Oh, is it?” I tease. I’m definitely not going to say no to that, though.
We both quickly strip down to our underwear and crawl under the covers.
Luke pulls me into his arms, and we shift around in the bed until I end up almost on top of him with my head on his chest, the trimmed, wiry hairs scratching at my cheek.
“You comfortable?” he asks, his voice soft right next to my ear. “Need a pillow or anything?”
“I’ve got two perfectly good pillows right here,” I tease, reaching up to squeeze his other pec, bouncing it a little. He laughs and swats at my hand, and I pinch his nipple, twisting the jewelry gently. He lets out a yelp, and I shush him. “The movie is starting!” I hiss playfully.
He shakes his head and relaxes back into the mountain of pillows he’s got stuffed behind him.
I like Star Wars, but wouldn’t consider myself a huge fan or anything.
I doze off a few times throughout the movie, waking when Luke shifts position or his chest rumbles with laughter under my ear.
He’s so warm and comfortable, and sleeping in his arms last night was actual heaven.
I’m already dreading having to stay by myself tomorrow night when we get home.
I’m woken again when the music from the end credits starts to roll. “It’s over already?” I yawn. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
Luke laughs and smooths a hand through my hair. “Yeah, baby. It’s okay, you know what happens.”
“But this was supposed to be something fun for us to do together,” I argue, feeling bad. “I shouldn’t have had so much sugar earlier.” I’m like a toddler, crashing from a sugar high. That’s embarrassing.
“We still got to do it together,” Luke says, still running his fingers gently through my hair. “It was the best surprise. And there’s no one else I would have wanted to share it with.”
I lift my head to look at him, and his eyes are full of joy and affection like I’ve never seen.
His gaze roams over my face, and his hand stills in my hair.
I watch him as he studies my features, a million emotions flicking across his face in minuscule twitches of his lips or eyebrows.
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I want him to be mine.
His eyes meet mine again, and before I can overthink it, I lean in to press my lips gently to his.
He whimpers softly, sliding his hand from my hair to the side of my face to cup my cheek in one large, calloused palm.
I shift my hips to roll fully on top of him, and I can feel his half-hard cock pressed up against my inner thigh, my own pushing against the thin fabric of my briefs to meet his.
Taking his face between my hands, I scratch my fingers through the hair along his square jaw, and break our kiss to press my lips across his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids. I want to memorize his face by touch alone.
“Baby,” he rasps desperately, his voice breaking a little, “I need you. Please, baby.”
“You have me,” I tell him, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “You’ve had me for a long time already.”
His lower lip trembles, and a look of pure relief seeps into his eyes.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, repeating the words he said to me before our first time.
I reach down to pull his briefs off, and then my own, then sit back on my haunches, straddling his thighs and taking in the sight before me.
We’re both fully hard now, and I spit in my palm and take us both in hand to stroke slowly.
“I love how hard you get for me,” I growl, mesmerized by the sight of us together.
“I love the way this big cock feels in my ass. You fill me up so well.”
He moans and bucks up against me, but I don’t budge.
Leaning over to spit on our dicks, I begin to work my hand and my hips in earnest. His balls are hard and tight already as mine rub against them, and I release our cocks to gently weigh them in my palm.
He sucks in a breath as I roll the delicate orbs between my fingers.
“So full already,” I croon. “Is this what you need? You need me to ride you until you’re empty? ”
He lets out a high-pitched, breathy sound, writhing desperately beneath me now, and it feels cruel to make him wait for relief.
Reaching up, I thumb his lower lip, signalling him to open for me.
He does, like the good boy he is, and I insert two fingers into his mouth.
“Suck,” I instruct. “Get them good and wet for me, babe, okay?” He nods and obeys while I frot against him, slow and steady.
Once I’m satisfied they’re wet enough, I remove my fingers from his mouth and push one into my ass, slowly working in and out a few times before lining up a second finger to slide in alongside it.
I groan at the sensation; I love being stretched so quickly like this.
The little sting of pain gets me so hard so fast.
“Can you come on me, baby?” Luke pants, reaching down to stroke himself while he watches me.
“I can do that,” I purr, using my other hand to start jerking myself off.
I don’t know where this dominant side has been hiding, but holy shit, when he responds to it, it just fuels the flame inside me.
I love it that we’re exploring this without any cameras.
It’s just me and Luke, and whatever this is that has developed between us, and I’m so here for it.
Each new time I’m with him is the hottest sex I’ve ever had, and each new time confirms and cements a bond between us like I’ve never experienced with a partner before.
That thought, along with the visual of him below me, sends me hurtling right to the edge of orgasm.
The telltale tingle in my spine and tightening of my balls is immediate, and I barely have time to choke out, “I’m coming,” before I’m shooting all over his stomach and his cock, my ass clenching tightly around my fingers as I ride out the orgasm.
Gasping in a few deep breaths, I take in the sight of Luke covered in me.
He looks absolutely sinful covered in my cum with his hard cock dripping and adding to the mess.
Pulling my fingers free of myself, I run them through the mess on his stomach and use it to slick up his cock.
I rise up on my knees and line his thick head up with my entrance, sinking down slowly.
“That’s it, babe,” I groan as he fills me. “That’s perfect.”
Invigorated by the praise, Luke plants both feet firmly on the bed and sits up, scooting us back to lean against the headboard. He begins to pump up into me, taking me by the hips to help me ride him. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whines. “I love being inside you.”
“Come for me then,” I urge, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. My spent, sensitive cock is brushing across his abs lightly, and every nerve in my body is overly responsive. “Come on, fill me up.”
He reaches one hand up to the back of my neck, pulling my lips down to his as his hips begin to stutter.
He’s whimpering softly into the bruising kiss as I feel his release warm inside of me.
His thrusts slow, and he pulls away to suck in a breath of air, holding my head to his as he comes down from the high.
After a moment, Luke shifts as if he’s going to pull out, and I grip his thigh firmly to stop him.
“Not yet,” I whisper. “Just stay in me as long as you can, babe, okay?” He nods weakly and drops his head back against the headboard.
I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, settling against his chest.
We’re both quiet for a long time, our even breaths and the noise of the theater closing up for the night in the distance, the only sound all the way out here.
Eventually, his soft cock slides out of me, and he reaches a finger back to graze my hole, feeling his cum drip out.
His breath hitches a little, and he hums in approval.
“I really like when you take charge,” he murmurs, still caressing my used hole.
“Yeah? I think I like it too.”
He twists to look down at me in surprise. “It’s not normally like that for you?”
“I guess…yes and no,” I say, thinking about it. “I’ve never really had a problem saying what I want in bed, but I’ve never had a partner who’s as into it as you are. You’re so responsive to me, and it just gets me going. Seeing how much you seem to enjoy it makes me enjoy it too.”
“I’ve never had a partner like you,” he admits, and my ego puffs up a bit at that. “People expect me to be the dominant one because of how I look, I think…and it’s not that I can’t be…it’s just really nice to be able to trust someone else to take charge for once.”
My heart flips at that, and I lean in to kiss the corner of his jaw. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“I do trust you, Ry,” he says earnestly. “I don’t know why it’s easier for me with you. But what I was trying to say…when I said I need you…I don’t know how to explain it, or why…but I just…” He sighs in frustration when he can’t seem to find the words he wants.
“Hey,” I whisper, leaning back and taking his chin in my hands.
“I know. I feel it too.” He wilts a little, and suddenly he looks very, very tired.
I press a soft, chaste kiss to his lips.
“We’ll figure it out, okay? We’re in this together.
But for now, I think we should get some sleep.
We have an early flight in”—I lean over to look at the clock—“five hours. Everything else can wait.”
Luke swallows and nods, settling down into his pile of pillows and holding me against him. Slowly, he begins to relax, and his breaths turn deep and even. I listen to him breathe for a while, completely content in a way I don’t think I ever have been in my life.
There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.