Page 17 of Lust

All wet, wild tongue and lips.

This is a fucking pro, and he’s so good, my eyes fucking water as my nerves celebrate his expertise.

He keeps going at it, then with his free hand, cups my balls. The pressure mounts quickly. Too fucking quickly.

“Brad, I’m gonna—”

He pulls off and says, “In my mouth. I don’t care. I need it,” before his lips slide back down the shaft, and he takes me to the hilt, deep throating me as my hips jerk about, and I feel the pressure finally release.

I place my hands on either side of his head, holding him in place, gasping from the intensity of the high. And even after swallowing me, he’s still lapping my cum off my cock like a goddamn popsicle.

As I catch my breath, reeling in what lingers from the explosive release, all I can think is—

What the fuck did we just do?

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BRAD

Ifinally manageto pry myself away from Luke’s body.

That overwhelming desire, which felt like it was splitting my soul in two, has let up, and for the first time since I approached him, I can think clearly.

I take deep breaths as I recover from the frenzied workout we just shared.

I wish I’d been strong enough to resist him. But as I intuited his desires, felt his every sexual wish, I found myself totally submissive to them. In that moment, Luke was my master, and I his humble servant, dedicated to his pleasure. As I tasted his skin, felt his hard girth, all I could think was,Do what you want to me. I’m all yours, Luke Waters.

“This isn’t good,” I say now that I can appreciate just how out of my mind he made me.

“That wasn’t good for you?” Luke asks, sounding skeptical as his brows tug closer together.

I shoot him a dirty look. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”

He only jerked me off and I blew him, but it was more exciting, more fulfilling, than any fuck I’ve ever had. I’m still reeling, my body surging with relief from caving to the urges he’s stirred since that first pickup game.

I fasten my fly, and Luke does the same, but I notice he’s not trying to wipe me off him. He’s still stained with my cum, and I love that just as much as I love the taste that lingers on my tongue.

Fuck this guy for what he’s doing to me.

I’m about to restart my interrogation when he spits out, “Why are you doing this to me?”

The hell?

“What kind of gaslighting bullshit is this?You’rethe one fucking withus.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Liar!” His denial evokes an impassioned response that isn’t just feral lust and desire. I start toward him with the same intensity as when I had the blade to his throat.

Not that I would have used it. I wanted to intimidate him into revealing his wicked plan. Being that close to his body, feeling the heat he gives off, taking in his scent, I don’t know that I even have it in me to harm anything that brings my body so much pleasure.

“What did you do to Cody, asshole?” I press.

“What did he do to me?” He moves ever closer, his hands clenched at his sides.

I’m worried all that desire is about to hit me again, but I’m relieved to discover our jerk-off and BJ session quieted those impulses, at least temporarily.

“He was in my fucking head, wasn’t he?” Luke says. “I wasn’t imagining that.”

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