Page 45 of Necessary Roughness

The sensation overwhelmed me, my toes expanded and contracted, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

The sound of Luke’s grunts behind me was enough to bring me close to the edge. But I knew that Luke wasn’t ready.

He rocked into me as I looked back to see the look of total ownership on Luke’s face.

It was as if I were his prey, and I was starting to get used to the idea.

He slid further into me, his cock swelling as he filled me up.

“Fuck me,” escaped my lips without my permission.

“Stroke yourself,” Luke commanded, his voice booming behind me.

He sounded different this time. Possessive. Assertive. Dominant.

I reached down and grabbed my own cock, pulling and stroking furiously as Luke rocked in and out of me.

His hands gripped my ass, and I squeezed myself around him, hearing his exasperated moans as I pulled pleasure from his body. Luke’s cock was stiff and desperate for release, and I was the key.

“Please,” I begged in a hot, frantic tone. “Please fill me up.”

It was time to finish us off, and I knew that Luke was going to be in control of that too, just like he was in control of everything else.

He reached under and stroked me as he thrust into me.

Our steady, growing moaning was music to my ears as we grew closer and closer with every thrust. I felt my balls tighten, and his cock give a twitch as I spilled over the edge. We came together at the same time; his sighs of pleasure almost drowned out by my groans of ecstasy.

It was the most intense thing I’d ever experienced in my life. I’d never been physical with someone where there was so much underlying tension that needed to be released.

We collapsed onto the bed together. I smiled as Luke kissed my neck, my hands moving to his cock to rub the last bit out of him.

“Wow,” he said, sounding exhausted. “That was unbelievable!”

“Beyondunbelievable.”

I felt the sensation of the ocean breeze wafting across my skin, offering temporary bursts of relief from the sweltering heat surrounding our bodies. Glancing out the window, the stars twinkled in the sky, gazing down on us.

12

LUKE

The next morning, I sat on the sofa in my rented beach house and waited.

Waited for a text, a call, a notification of any kind to let me know that I hadn’t just been a one-night stand for Brett Mercer.

On the surface, I wouldn’t think so…

But the longer I gazed at my blank screen, the more my impatience grew.

I had generally been a confident man most of my life. Along with the fame and money came lots of interest from people who wanted to date me.

But it had been ages since I’d found someone who seemed genuinely interested in me.

So, I waited.

To hear back from Brett Mercer. I had sent him a text a few minutes earlier to ask if he wanted to come over later for lunch.

Regret consumed me the moment I sent it. I knew I should have called. I had no idea how to pursue someone in the modern world. For the past decade, I’d focused on nothing but my career and saving money.

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