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The Lust that overtakes us.

And whatever the hell he’s doing to me with his necklace.

It’s a wild combination. I’m fucking flying, soaring, eyes sealed shut as I disappear in the sea of sensation, ripples becoming waves of pleasure crashing into me. It’s so powerful, I have to wonder if a person can die from too much pleasure.

But just as I feel like I’m about to explode with it, I know it’s too fucking late for me. I cling to his body as a thrust sends the cum shooting out.

“Good Straight Boy. Here you go. Here it is.”

His body jerks and twists as he bites against my jaw, grunting, and it’s as if I have that knowledge he has of me, this awareness of his release inside me, feeling it fully to the core of my being.

In that moment, as his mouth returns to mine, I kiss him, cherishing every last second of this experience, knowing that just like when we danced, at some point I’ll have to come back to reality. But not yet. Not as long as he keeps kissing me like this.

18

BRAD

Idon’t thinkI even knew what it meant to be blissed out until I fucked Luke Waters.

I love the way he needs my cock.

That he trusted me with his heavenly ass.

How he let me show him how amazing it could feel to be inside him.

I would’ve thought after finishing I’d be able to let him go, but no, not yet.

He’s still as addicted to my taste and touch as I am to his.

We’re both clinging to these last remnants of the high of the experience, one I’m so grateful for, and not only because of how it helped me get away from all those things that came up before we started going at it like this. Because at the same time, it reminded me that what’s between us is more than the Lust and our desire to quench this unbearable thirst.

We stay clinging to each other for a few more moments before I slide out of him, kissing from his mouth, then to his throat. Luke rolls his head back, allowing himself to revel in everything I have to give him.

“Thank you, Brad.”

“Thankyou,” I whisper—and something bumps my chin. Feels like my necklace. I push it away, but it swings back and hits me in the face.

The hell?

I pry myself away from his warm flesh, and that’s when I see his necklace isn’t flat against his chest, as it should be; the crossis floating over his chin, the necklace as erect as our cocks were during our fuck.

My jaw drops, and as I’m trying to wrap my head around that, I notice the room looks different. No, not the room. The perspective. The ceiling’s lower, the overhanging fan only inches from my head. My gaze shoots to the floor, now several feet beneath us. But while it feels like my legs are supported by something, it’s not the mattress.

“Brad?”

I refocus on Luke, who’s tilting his head toward me. He wears a smirk, his eyes still closed. As he opens his eyes, he looks to me before zeroing in on the cross floating above his chin. His forehead creases, he glances around, and his eyes widen in panic.

“Holy fucking—”

It’s like an invisible trapdoor opens beneath us, and we collapse onto the bed. My knees hit the mattress, but Luke bounces and I crash down on him, our jaws clanging together as the headboard slams against the wall.

“Fuck!” Luke groans as I crush him beneath my weight.

As soon as I regain my senses, I pull off him. “Luke, are you okay?”

Drenched in sweat and his own cum, he grabs at his jaw, where we collided, his face tensing up. He curses again, then chuckles, searching around like he’s trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Seeing he’s okay allows me a moment to feel my own tender jaw.

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