Page 129 of In Plain Sight

“Oh god.” He lifted his hips in a tentative thrust, shifted slightly, then did it again. “Oh god!” he cried out as my cockhead dragged over his prostate.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, gripping his hips to help give him some extra leverage as he moved. “You look so hot right now. Like you were made for me.”

He cried out and ground down on my dick.

“You’re doing so good.” I lowered my voice, fighting the pleasure moving through me and keeping my focus on Luka. “You’re amazing, Luka. So fucking amazing.”

“Zander,” he cried out. “I need…”

He was riding me so hard the sound of our skin slapping together echoed in the room. He was close, but he couldn’t quite get there.

Planting my feet on the bed, I thrust up into him, fucking him as hard as I could in this position.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes,” he repeated like a chant, practically vibrating from how close he was.

Shoving my hand between our bodies, I stroked him exactly the way I knew he needed. “Come, Luka. Come for me.”

He lunged forward, pressing his face against my neck as he came with a strangled scream, clinging to me as he was rocked with shudders. His release shot over my hand, splashing against our stomachs and chests. His ass clenched and squeezed my cock, and I wasdone.

I came hard, emptying my load, and what felt like my very soul, inside him. The pleasure was so strong the world blinked in and out a few times.

“I love you,” Luka mumbled against my neck. “I love you so much.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my entire being zeroed in on his words, but thankfully I had enough wits about me that my logical side kicked in.

Nothing he said could be taken as fact right now. He was not only loopy from his orgasm, but he was deep in subspace. He had no idea what he was saying, even if I wished it were true.

Careful not to react to his words, I stroked his back and held him against me, giving him a chance to enjoy the afterglow and myself time to get my head in order.

After a few minutes of cuddling like this, his skin went cold, and he shivered.

“Come on,” I whispered. “Let’s get you nice and comfortable.”

“’Kay,” he mumbled, pressing messy kisses against my neck.

He couldn’t do much to help, but he allowed me to move us so we were laying on the bed with him curled up to my side and his head on my chest, right over my heart.

I kicked the blanket up over us to help warm him and gently ran my fingers through his hair as I talked to him, telling him how good he was and how hot he’d made me.

Slowly, he became more alert, his body regulating as he shook off the last of the subspace.

“How do you feel?” I asked when it seemed like he’d broken free from the worst of it.

He nuzzled his cheek against my chest. “Really good.”

“Good.” I kissed his hair and hugged him tighter.

“That was amazing,” he said, his voice still a bit dreamy.

“It was.”

“I liked that. You making me watch you and not letting me touch myself. I didn’t realize that was something I was into, but Ireallyliked it.”

I chuckled. “I did too.”

“Did you like when I…”

“I loved it.” I shifted a bit so I could hold him better. “No one’s ever done that for me.”

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