Chapter 22
RILEY
“That’s it, babe, get inside me,” I growl, wrapping my legs around Luke’s waist and yanking him toward me. The little grunt of surprise he lets out is probably my favorite sound I’ve ever heard.
Scratch that. The way he whines as he starts to push inside me is my favorite sound. He’s such a needy boy, and it turns me on like nothing else.
These past two weeks at his place have been the best of my life.
We’ve been fucking like bunnies, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear he’s trying to knock me up.
Sometimes we remember to grab one of our phones and record at least a little bit, but today we woke each other up with slow, lazy blowjobs that quickly escalated, and there was no time for cameras.
I’ve been checking apartment listings daily, but everything affordable is too far away, and everything close by is too expensive.
I’m still looking, but Luke certainly isn’t encouraging me to go anywhere anytime soon.
I think this is the most frequent sex he’s had in his life, and he does not seem mad about it in the least.
We’ve posted two more short videos of us together on each of our Fanboy pages, and a few of our more astute subscribers have noticed that we’re in the same bed both times and that it’s a room neither of us has filmed with anyone else in.
They’ve begun speculating wildly, and we’ve been happy to let them, never confirming or denying anything.
We haven’t posted any photos together outside of Fanboy, but those who follow both of us on socials have made the connection that we’re spending a lot of time together.
Luke still won’t read the comments, but I share a couple of the particularly juicy ones with him:
Holy shit these two are hot together. Subscribed for life.
Do we think they’re a real couple though? They both posted pictures at the same beach last week…
I’ve been watching Luke Larson for YEARS and he’s NEVER looked at anyone the way he looks at Riley. This is the real deal boys.
Besides sex, though, we’re just having so much fun.
We bought and hung some Christmas lights on the patio and got a few potted palm trees as well, and now we spend almost every evening out there after taking Aggie for her daily walk.
I make fun of him for complaining that it’s too cold, and the way that sexy lower lip juts out in a pout is made even cuter by the way he’s always bundled up in a blanket or a hoodie.
My sweet Cali boy has an aversion to anything below seventy degrees, that’s for sure.
If it’s rainy, we stay in and watch reruns of our favorite shows.
He’s making me watch Friends for the first time, and the way he laughs like he’s seeing it for the first time, too, instead of the one hundredth, makes me love it that much more.
But right this moment, there’s nothing I love more than being flat on my back with his cock in my ass.
“Oh fuck yes, pound me hard,” I growl, digging my fingertips into his thighs.
He’s giving it to me good now, and I have to bite my fist to keep from letting out a wail that would wake the neighbors.
“I’m…gonna come,” he pants, putting his hands over mine and interlocking our fingers. His thrusts don’t slow, and his face is contorted in what looks like agony from holding back. “Can I come, baby?”
“Fuck yes, give it to me.” I tighten my grip on his thighs, and his gaze shudders as he lets out a low moan and spills deep inside me.
Luke hums in satisfaction and closes the distance between us, our lips colliding in a slow, sensual kiss. His belly rubs against my wet cock, and he breaks our kiss to look down at it. “Holy shit, that’s so much precum,” he says in awe.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you ride my prostate like a fucking cowboy,” I chuckle, massaging his thighs lightly where I squeezed too hard earlier. “You gonna clean it up for me?”
He pulls out in a hurry, a rush of his cum sliding from my hole as he does.
Immediately, he makes a dive for my dick and sucks me to the back of his throat.
My eyes roll back, and my head is spinning at the sudden and overwhelming pleasure of his warm mouth on me.
He stays on me until he gags, pulling off to suck in a lungful of air before going down again.
I fist his hair gently, guiding him up and down my length.
His dark eyes are glazed over in pure bliss, and he moans around me.
The vibration has my balls drawing up tight, and I can’t hold it in any longer.
I come on a shout, and he takes it all, swallowing as much as he can manage.
Once I’m spent, he grins up at me, cheeks flushed, and my cum clinging to his stubble.
He’s so beautiful when he’s wrecked like this.
He leans up to give me one more quick kiss, and I can taste myself in it. “Good morning,” he murmurs, rubbing his nose along mine affectionately.
“The best,” I agree. “But I think I need a shower now.”
“You definitely do,” Luke laughs, looking me over. I’m sure I’m quite the sight with precum drying on my stomach and a completely wrecked hole. “I’ll rinse off real quick and get it warmed up for you.”
I give his ass a smack as he climbs off of me, giving me a great view as he saunters away.
After catching my breath for a minute, I force my legs to carry me to the bathroom, where Luke is already climbing out of our walk-in shower.
Steam billows out after him, and he wraps a towel around his waist, to my dismay.
“Got it hot for you,” he tells me with a kiss to my forehead.
He starts his skincare routine (he has a million products, I swear—“Keeps me looking young,” he insists), and I step into the scalding hot shower, sighing in relief as the water rains down on my muscles.
Not for the first time, I’m left wondering how this is my life now.
I spent way too long in the shower, not getting out until the water ran cold.
My fingers are all pruny now. As usual, I’m planning out my day as I brush my teeth, and I remember that it’s technically our day off.
Since we work for ourselves, we both decided that we’d take at least one day per week where we don’t focus on work or content at all, and we just enjoy the day and one another.
I love our days off, and I’m planning to use this one to convince Luke to let me decorate the condo for Christmas.
Aggie pokes her head out from under her blankets as I get dressed, stretching lazily and thumping her tail at the sight of me.
Luke keeps grumbling that she’s already more bonded to me than she is to him, and I laugh him off, but she has seemed to take a liking to me.
I’m surprised she stayed up here instead of following Luke down for breakfast. “Why didn’t you go with your daddy?
” I ask, rubbing behind her ears. “You’re gonna make him think you don’t love him.
” She blinks up at me, unconcerned, and I chuckle and shake my head.
Aggie is bouncing happily down the stairs behind me when I spot Luke at his desk, an angry scowl etched across his features at whatever he’s looking at on his laptop screen.
He’s leaned back in his chair, but his arms are crossed, and the vein running along his bicep is bulging from the tension, like he’s about ready to fight someone.
My steps falter. “Babe?” I say hesitantly.
His head snaps up and his body language immediately softens, but his eyes are still stormy and his jaw is tight.
“What are you working on?” I ask carefully before making my way over and taking a seat in his lap. He immediately wraps his arms around me and presses his face into my neck, and Aggie gets comfortable in her bed under the desk.
“Just some of your content,” he replies stiffly, taking a deep breath like he’s trying to inhale me.
I turn to look at the screen, and see a freeze frame of Beau Brady bent over my prone form, my jaw in his hand and a line of spit trailing from his lips to my open mouth. I glance between Luke and the laptop, confused.
We talked a little about our collabs with Beau and Axel beforehand, but didn’t really discuss them after the fact.
We left for work, came home, and everything seemed fine.
I had chatted with Beau on the shoot, and he asked me to say hello to Luke for him, which I did.
Luke asked how Beau had been lately, and that was that.
I didn’t mind working with Beau, but it didn’t hold a candle to what I have with Luke, so I honestly haven’t thought of it again until now. Luke had offered to edit the video for me, and he’s so much better at it than I am, I agreed. But now something is obviously not right. “Everything okay?”
He nuzzles into my neck and closes his eyes. “Yeah, baby,” he says after a moment. “Everything’s fine.”
“Everything doesn’t seem fine,” I argue gently, running my fingers through his still-damp hair soothingly. “Is it the video? I don’t mind editing it myself.”
“No, I’ll edit it,” he insists, but his muscles still feel strained beneath me, his entire body pulled taut. “I told you I would, and I will.”
I take his face in both hands and force him to meet my gaze. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on? Rule number one is we talk about work, remember? And something is clearly bothering you.”
Luke sighs, and finally, some of the agitation drains out of his body. “I just…I don’t like this.” He points at the screen. “I don’t like that he did that to you.”
I look at the frozen video again, still confused. “Did what? Spit in my mouth?”
His jaw tightens. “Yes,” he grits out. “He should have more respect for you than that.”
A small laugh escapes with my relieved exhale. “Oh…well, it’s okay, babe, I didn’t mind. I thought it was kinda hot, actually.”
Luke’s amber eyes search mine for a moment. “Are you sure?”