Page 14 of Crossed Lines

He parts my legs with a single nudge and slips his knee between my thighs, rolling against my half-hard cock. Our lips detach and I try to breathe, head tilting back as he licks and kisses along my neck.

“I promised I’d make it good for you,” he says, running a hand down my spine. “And I’m a man of my word.”

My head falls against the lockers with a thump, and it’s all I can do to hold on.

5

Spencer

I thought seeing Luke come the first time would be enough to get him out of my system, but all it’s done is make the feeling worse.

He’s still wearing a shirt. Dipping under the soft gray fabric is almost instinctual, my fingers splaying over his taut stomach like we’ve done this a hundred times. Luke bites his lip, writhing against me, and the sight of him like this goes straight to my cock.

Promising myself this is the last time, I lick a long stripe up his neck, savoring the light sweat and cheap soap. One last taste before we stop this for good. Luke’s not some random guy I can shove out of my dorm and block the number of.

He’s my best friend, the guy I’d follow to the ends of the earth if he asked me to. I want him by my side for a long fucking time, but none of that happens if we ruin this.

“Spencer.” Luke whines, arching up into me, and every thought in my head dissipates.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I grip him tighter, marveling at his lean muscles. He’d kill me if he knew, but I love his small waist. I’ve wanted to hold it forever.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

Fuck, that’s such a turn-on. The thought of being his first everything makes me groan. I capture his mouth with mine, rolling our hips together. He tastes like chewing gum and those sour candies he hoards in his gym bag.

I pull away, nosing along his freshly shaven jaw. It’s another one of his quirks; being so uptight about his appearance.

“Let me suck your cock,” I say.

Luke keens, hands scrabbling over my bare shoulders. He nods frantically. Grinning, I reluctantly let go of his waist and slide down his body to kneel on the locker room tiles.

We’ll have to be quick. The rest of the team is gone for the morning and shouldn’t be back until afternoon practice, but someone could wander in looking for forgotten cleats or a lost phone.

Luke’s hard and straining through his athletic shorts, and there’s a small wet spot at the front. I nose along his length through the cloth until I reach the head, and close my lips around the tip. Breathing through the fabric, I can’t help but grin when Luke grips the back of my neck, hips bucking into my face.

“Keep still.” All this stops right now if he impales me in the eye. “Or I’ll leave you standing here alone.”

“I hate you.”

Snorting, I pull away from his cock and pretend to stand up. “Try again.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it.” He makes a whining noise that goes straight to my head. Both of them. “Please,Spence. I’ll be good, I promise.”

I reward him with another kiss to his weeping tip through his shorts. Then I tug them down until they pool around his ankles, exposing him in full view.

He’s not wearing underwear,again.I press my forehead into his hip, grinding the heel of my palm against my straining cock. This man will be the fucking death of me.

Luke’s grip tightens on my shoulder, and a string of sweet moans fall from his lips. He’s probably overwhelmed, judging by how loud he’s being, but he keeps his promise. His hips don’t move. The show of obedience makes me feel heady, and I press my tongue against the slit in his tip, fondling his balls roughly.

He gasps. “Spencer, oh my God.”

Urged on by my name on his lips, I swallow the rest of him until my nose presses against dark curls. His cock twitches in my mouth, salty precum dripping from the tip, and I know this won’t last long.

Gripping his hips tighter, I work his cock, using every trick in the book to drag him to the edge of pleasure. He curls over me, knees shaking, and I lift off his length enough to slide down his foreskin and tongue the sensitive head.

Luke trembles under my fingers, body drawn taut, and comes with a strangled, high-pitched moan. I swallow every bit of him, making it good just like I promised, and when he collapses against the lockers I stand up.

Pressing our mouths together, I let him taste himself on my tongue. His groan sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

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