Page 71 of Meet Me in the Blue

“Ah… fuck… Luka…” I arched my back, my fingers twisting in the duvet, my climax suddenly way too close. “Holy shit.”

“That’s your prostate,” he said, and if I wasn’t so close to falling apart, I would have laughed at the smug grin on his face. “Feels good?”

“Too good.”

He kissed the inside of my knee.

“You think you’re ready?”

I swallowed as his fingers slipped from body, leaving me empty. “I’m ready.”

He crawled over me, and the relief I felt with his lips on mine again, was too much to bear. His mouth was warm and tasted like me. Every muscle in my body was relaxed, almost wrung out from everything we’d done up to this point, but that need he’d stirred up inside me, it swelled inside my core, and the longer he drew out this kiss, the more I needed him, needed him to fill me, to take away that empty want building inside me.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I get tested regularly, but if you want me to I will.”

“I don’t think we need it, unless you do.”

“You haven’t been with anyone in—”

“Years, Luka. It’s been years.”

“Then we’re safe.”

The city was sprawled out below us outside our window, continuing at its rapid pace while we lost ourselves in the slow dive of our bodies. Luka grabbed the bottle of lube again and took my hand in his. He poured the liquid into my palm, and after he clipped the cap shut and tossed it aside, I slicked up his cock with a few strokes. He kissed me with tender lips, pushing me back onto a pillow. He slipped inside me, gradual at first, his eyes a sure point through my daze, through the feel of his body taking mine. Full and stretched, I panted as he stilled and lifted my legs, draping them into the crook of his elbows. He traced quiet circles on my skin, waiting for me to catch my breath.

“Tell me…” I didn’t recognize the husky, spun out, sound of his voice. His jaw clenched, his breath ragged, on the edge of control, as he said, “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Can you kiss me again?”

He lowered my legs and held the weight of his body above me with his forearms, his mouth covering mine. The familiar taste of him, the prickly stubble on his chin, it brought me home. It reminded me this man had dotted every moment of my life with memories I never wanted to forget, with his smiles and laughter, and his eyes, the same bright blues that watched me now as he moved his hips with slow shallow thrusts. I dug my heels into the backs of his legs, and he inhaled my gasp, taking small pieces of me inside of him too. The twinge of pain faded, sending pulses of pleasure to the base of my cock, to my spine, our bodies breaking against each other, my fingers in his hair, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. A low sound trapped itself in my throat as Luka leaned back onto his knees, changing the angle of his hips, hitting me deeper, finding that same spot that had me spinning earlier. Luka swore, his cheeks blushing red, and my world had been narrowed down to this room and how it was steeped in the smell of sex and Luka and that citrus bath soap, to that sticky wet sound of our bodies, to the moans Luka gifted me, to the dry, perfect scratchy feel in my throat as I fought to breathe.

“Luka…” I gasped his name instead of what I needed to say, what I wanted to say.

Please, tell me how, how to let go, how to give in.

And he knew. Without the words he knew, like he’d always known, and gave me what I wanted. He leaned over me, threading his fingers through mine above my head. The full weight of his body held me to the bed, trapping my cock between us. Every rock of his hips, every slide of his belly, skin on skin, along the length of my cock, pushed me further and further, and I wanted to give in, to let go of that precipice and fall. Fall into the desperation as he fucked into me, as I pleaded, as he swallowed my moans with uncoordinated and delicious kisses. Strung tight and sensitive, I came without his hand ever touching me, my hot release never ending, pooling on my chest, my stomach, and in my belly button. Luka shouted, some sort of strangled expletive, my head too clouded with my own climax to decipher it. I felt it, though, the moment he slipped over the ledge too, felt the heat of him filling me, spreading through me, and as he dropped his shoulders, burying his nose in my neck, our chests heaving together, I wrapped him up in my arms with a plan to keep him, just like this, until morning.

LUKA

WITH MY CHEEK ONhis shoulder and my nose nuzzled in his neck, I never wanted to move. I was boneless, saturating myself in the scent of sweat and soap and something purely Rook. His hand trailed up my spine, nothing more than a barely there brush of fingertips over my fevered skin. He tickled my neck, combing his fingers through my hair, and I shivered.

He started to move, trying to reach for the duvet, and I groaned. “No… this is good. Can’t move yet.”

His chuckle puffed against my skin, and he kissed my temple. “You can stay like this as long as you like.”

“At some point, we’ll have to at least clean up.”

“Let’s not get carried away.”

A huge smile stretched across my lips at the sleepy, sexed-out sound of his voice. I indulged in it, in the way his body fit underneath mine, seamless and decadent. Rook had opened up for me, and I felt lucky, honored to be the one he trusted enough to love, to show him how good it could feel to fuck, to let go, to be the one he allowed inside of his body. I wanted to be the only one. I wanted to spend the rest of my life making him happy, making up for the last five years, even though he’d tell me I didn’t need to. I wanted to show him, like those stars we’d spent so many nights counting, my love for him was infinite.

I slid my hip to the mattress and burrowed into his side. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

A laugh rumbled in his chest, and he turned to look at me. I stared at his full lips and traced them with my finger.

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“I’m checking in,” I said and pinched the dimple in his cheek. “Smart ass.”

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