Page 56 of Meet Me in the Blue

He stripped my pants down my legs, and I toed off my socks, my erection flagging under the weight of the moment. I was bared to him again, but this time it was different. The shadow of grief wasn’t present, that curtain dismantled even in the wake of all that had happened today. This was us. Luka and me. And his familiar blue eyes devoured me as he straddled my thighs. My heart was in my throat, my skin a live wire, and when he wrapped his hot hand around the base of my softening shaft, my entire body convulsed. My fingers dug into the comforter, every muscle in my body twitching with a painful mixture of need and anxiety. What if I did this wrong? What if I couldn’t stay hard? What if I ruined it like I had so many times in the past?

“Rook.” His voice was calm and steady, his hand splayed across my chest as the heat of his body covered me. He reached up and cupped my cheek, bringing our lips together in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue searching for mine, the pressure of his hand on my heart, grounding me. “There you are,” he said as he pulled away, a quiet smile on his wet lips. “We can stop, or we can just lie here for a little while. Naked cuddles work for me, too, you know.”

“I don’t want to mess this up. Do something wrong.”

“You couldn’t…” I started to stare at the ceiling, feeling like I’d failed him, but he gripped my chin and held my gaze. “Hey… this is me and you,” he said, mirroring my thoughts from earlier, and some of that nervous energy abated. “You have nothing to be worried about. This is new for you. For us. We can slow it down.”

The minute he said it, I knew I didn’t want to slow down. He understood me when no one else had. He’d been a presence in my life, even if sometimes it was merely a flicker. Luka’s heart had always been mine, and it was all I needed to remember to feel free under his touch.

“I want to keep going,” I murmured and reached up, framing his face in my hands. “I want you to touch me.”

He leaned down and I kissed his bottom lip, his hand slipping between us. Luka ran soft fingers along my half-hard cock. The touch was almost not enough and too much. Over and over again, a ghost of fingers and nails, gently raking over the sensitive skin, around the crown, until I was harder than I thought possible and moaned into his mouth with parted lips.

“Luka… God…” I gasped and let go of his neck.

He left sloppy kisses across my chest and stomach as he situated himself between my legs. I’d spread them for him without thinking, my fingers mindlessly running through his hair. He licked the bead of moisture where it had gathered and dripped over the rim of my cockhead, his hand firm around the base, and I grunted as he pumped his fist. It didn’t seem real, this building inferno, scorching its way through my veins. It was next to impossible, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open. I needed the connection, needed to see Luka, watch him as the damp heat of his mouth enveloped me, while he swallowed me down to the root.

“Holy shit,” I shouted and fell onto my elbow, my fingers twisting into his hair.

These unbidden, unknown feelings of desire Luka had tapped into, his hands and lips and breath on my skin. He was relentless, taking me into his throat again and again before he gagged and stole a moment to breathe. His eyes watered, spilling onto his cheeks and I brushed it away with my knuckles. He kissed his way back down my shaft, leaving no inch unexplored, and when I begged him, asking him for something I didn’t know I needed, he worked me back into his mouth. I lifted my hips, unable to stay still. His cheeks hollowed out, and I watched my cock disappear past his pink lips. They were full and slightly swollen, and I couldn’t stop staring. Every pump of my hips was slow and deliberate, and when he groaned, I noticed his hand was between his legs. I wasn’t sure when he’d unbuckled his belt and pushed his own pants down, too overwhelmed by the feel of his mouth, and teetering on the edge myself. But the sight of him was almost enough to take me straight over, to come apart, and let go.

He worked himself fast and hard, and I grit my teeth, reeling and writhing beneath him. His hands moved in tandem, his moans vibrating down my shaft with every dip of his head.

“Shit… Luka… Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t—” My back hit the mattress as I came, my fingers brutal in his hair.

He swallowed my load and the head of my cock, and I cried out, my limbs locked, suspended in an overwhelming and indulgent tension. Luka gasped as he lifted his head and sat up on his knees, his own cock stiff in his hand. The head was swollen, and he dropped his other palm to my chest as he jacked himself with short, rough strokes. His lips were the color of strawberries, slick and puffy, his cheeks splotched with red. His hair was a tumbled nest, the muscles of his abs contracting as he moved. Luka pinned his bottom lip between his teeth, the color of his eyes completely eclipsed by the dark black of his pupils. We stared at each other as I reached for him, and slid my hand under his, wanting to take over, wanting to give him what he’d just given me, everything, he deserved everything.

“Rook… I’m close. I’m—” Luka’s hips jumped and jerked, and it only took a few seconds for him to fully unravel.

His release poured over my fingers and shot onto my chest. He rubbed it into my hot skin as his body trembled above me. Luka’s head fell forward, and our mouths met in the middle. Tasting myself on his tongue was the headiest thing I’d ever experienced. I smelled like him, like spunk and sex, and I never wanted to shower. I wanted to stay like this, our bodies wrung out and sated, and kiss him until tomorrow. I wanted him to look at me like this, with lust-drunk eyes every day. I held my clean hand to the back of his neck and ran my fingers down his spine as he licked the seam of my mouth, kissed the curve of my top lip—the dimple in my cheek.

“I don’t want to move,” he said, and chuckled as I squeezed his hip. “But I guess we should at some point.”

“I’m thinking if we don’t, our moms will eventually show up wondering what happened to us.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shocker for them?” he asked, and I laughed, my pulse spiking as his face broke into a huge sunshine smile. “I suppose we should get dressed.”

He sat back, still straddling my waist, and glanced down at the drying evidence of his orgasm.

“I’m filthy.”

“Isn’t it great?”

I sat up and kissed the spot under his ear. “It’s epic.”

LUKA

BY THE TIME WE’Dgotten back to my parents’ house most of the guests had left. There were a few stragglers vying for my mother’s attention when we walked into the living room, all of whom I didn’t recognize. Mom didn’t even realize we were there until Maribelle skirted past us and nudged my mom’s hand with her nose. She gave us a smile, and a sort of help me wide-eyed look, and I wanted to laugh.

“Sorry it took us so long,” I said. “Um… Maribelle had to get some of her energy out.”

Lowering his eyes, Rook rubbed the back of his neck, and my mom’s perceptive eyes didn’t miss the movement. “Sure… Or maybe you both thought you’d get out of cleaning?”

“No, ma’am.” Rook nodded toward the kitchen. “We’ll get started on it right now.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, and one of the people she’d been talking to gave her a quick wave. “Thank you for coming. It’s nice to know how loved Isaac was.”

“Let us know if you need anything?” A man with dark hair and a white beard reached for my mom and pulled her into a hug.

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