Page 29 of Lust

His forehead creases.

“Once I get a taste, I don’t think that’s gonna make being away from you any easier.”

“That’s smart thinking,” he says. “Too bad I’m being a fucking idiot right now.”

He moves quickly, placing his hand on the back of my head and mashing his lips against mine.

It’s like a fire set in my mouth, spreading through my body, erupting through my flesh. I lose my concept of our bodies and time as we’re just wet tongues, hot breaths, sensation, and smacking lips.

I’m still worried. We don’t know what’s happening between us. Giving in could be the worst thing we could do. But the selfish, primal animal in me doesn’t give a flying fuck.

By the time I can think straight again, I discover we’re on his bed. It’s like I blacked out during the kiss, and now I have his wrists pinned down above his head. He’s still dressed except for his shirt, and his legs are hooked around my waist, that ass tight against the crotch of my pants as I thrust, enjoying the sensation of our bodies urging us along.

9

LUKE

Maybe I wasa little overdramatic when I told Brad I might die if he left.

But it hurts so goddamn much, even worse once he got here.

Since our talk at the church, I thought distance would give me time to get my head around everything we’d discussed, but it’s only made concentrating—on our conversation and schoolwork—that much more of a struggle.

As soon as I grabbed him, I felt soothed, and now that he’s lying on top of me, his tongue sweeping across mine before he nibbles at my bottom lip, it feels like we’re levitating.

Knowing he’s not a total douchebag makes it easier to let him take control, but given how intense these sensations are, I suspect even if he was an ass, I’d still be begging him to end my agony, even if it meant complete and utter humiliation.

Each kiss morphs the shaking from my Brad withdrawal into trembling with excitement for what he’ll do to me next. I run my fingers through the hairs along the back of his neck as his lips travel to my chin, which he bites at before kissing down my neck. He crawls back, continuing the trail of kisses down my body. When his mouth reaches my abs, my stomach vibrates with eagerness as he runs his nose against my navel, then offers a kiss and a lick beside it as he unfastens my fly. His movements demonstrate he’s a fucking expert, the sex god I’ve heard about.

He pulls away from my body long enough to remove my jeans and boxers, discarding them beside the bed. Even though he’snot touching me, the time we’ve spent locking lips has given my body enough assurance to quiet those painful sensations.

He strips off his shirt before resuming kissing, licking, nibbling at my abs, his hands gripping my sides, sliding across my flesh, exploring, every inch he covers offering my body the promise that it’ll get what it needs and there’s no reason to worry or fear.

He kisses up to my chest and licks around my nipple, stimulating the nerves so much, I arch my back.

“Fuck, yes, Brad.”

He chuckles. “Does my Straight Boy like that?” he whispers against my flesh.

I blush. “Don’t be mean.” Feels ridiculous to think I was ever so adamant about being straight, considering how hungry I am for him to show me his secrets. All of them.

“Really? I think it’s hot.” He gazes up at me, a slick smile on his face. “My Straight Boy getting all hard for me.” He crawls back down, pressing his lips against my shaft, then licking. “Throbbing for me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, my lips practically buzzing with excitement.

He runs his tongue up and down my cock, which pulls off my abdomen, straining at an angle from how worked up he’s got me. He finally takes me into his mouth, his lips and wet tongue sliding across my flesh as he works me up even more, reminding me of what we shared at Alpha Alpha Mu’s party.

He releases my cock and says, “God, you taste so fucking good,” then slides off the bed and removes his pants and underwear. He tosses his clothes aside before climbing back on top of me, straddling my leg so that his cock runs alongside mine. He relaxes his forearms at my sides, pushes his weight against me, this intense heat radiating off him.

I thrust up against his pelvis, reveling in the sensation of skin against skin, and soon we’re both pushing against each other, finding our rhythm.

“You like that, Straight Boy?” he says, his smile spreading into a wide grin, clearly enjoying my little nickname.

“Fuck yeah.”

As painful as it was before we started messing around, now I feel playful and alive. All that shit weighing so heavily on me has dissolved—it’s impossible to think about it when I’m locked in this heightened state of excitement, eager to explore.

He leans down and kisses my throat again before grazing his teeth against it.

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