Page 41 of Lust

“Does it hurt, wanting me to pop it in my mouth?” he asks. “Do you wish I would just do it to end your agony?”

He’s a fucking sadist! But he has every right to punish me.

He rubs his lips along my girth, like he wants me to know he could so easily take all this pain away.

“Fuck, Luke, please…”

As he continues his vengeance, my cock bounces off my abs, like it has a mind of its own and just wants to push into Luke’s mouth. Feel that warm, wet tongue against it.

He snickers, the sadist enjoying what he’s doing to me.

“Yeah, it does hurt you too,” he says, “doesn’t it?”

“You know it does.”

“I was doing fine before I got mad at you tonight. Like I could have gone a day or two without messing around, but then all this anger is fucking twisted up and turned against me.”

“Somehow tonight made things worse. Maybe something to do with the vision.”

“Whatever it is, it’s so fucking cruel,” he says before sliding his tongue from the base of my shaft up to the head. “God, you taste good,” he confesses, pushing his face against my cock and taking deep breaths. “I hate you for not telling me the truth. And I hate you for being so irresistible that I can’t stand to be apart from your body. And I hate that as much as I’m enjoying torturing you, it’s fucking killing me too. That all I want is your cock in my mouth right now. That I just want you fucking my face until you come in me, and then I can devour you like you’ve devoured me. I hate that this is all I can think of when I should be focusing on that book and what any of it means.”

As he speaks, his wet mouth is pushed up right against my cock, and it’s tearing at my soul how close he is to bringing me some goddamn relief.

“We’ll make it quick, Luke, and then we can talk it out. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

“Anything?” He licks up my shaft, slowly, deliberately.

I gaze down as my Straight Boy teases me, gripping my hips like he’s having to push to restrain himself.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you, Luke. I wanted to tell you, but I promised them. Jesus, please don’t be mean.”

He spits in his palm and wraps it around my shaft, gazing up as he offers me a few gentle pumps. “Tell me why you haven’t fucked my ass yet.”

“What?” Not where I was expecting him to go with this. Like…at all.

“You said you’d tell meanything,” he presses. “You know how fucking badly I’ve wanted it, so what are you waiting for?For me to fucking beg?” He sounds as pissed as he is about the secret Cody revealed. When I don’t answer right away, he says, “Tell me.”

“I don’t want the reason I fuck you to be this thing that’s controlling us,” I confess.

He slows his stroke. “Go on.”

“I want you to really want it. Of your own free will.”

He runs his fingers under the head of my cock, then back down to the base, making me gasp. With each movement, my hips shift subtly as my body begs for the release he’s teasing me with. His eyes narrow, and he leans close, sticking out his tongue and running it against the head.

“Oh fuck, Luke.”

He licks his lips. “This is what it feels like for me. You keep giving me something so close, but then you leave me hanging. If you’re gonna make me suffer, then I’m gonna make you suffer too.”

“I am suffering, Luke. You think I don’t want to take that ass every time we’re together? You think it’s not all I think about, especially the way you’re sticking it up right now?”

My dick firms in his grip, and he gives it a squeeze as his lips curl into a wicked smirk. A jolt of awareness ripples through me as vivid images crowd my thoughts.

I’m kissing him, then pushing him onto his stomach.

Without undoing his fly, I yank his pants down, creating red marks along his hips as I expose his ass before burying my face against it. I open him up with my fingers, then push the head of my cock against him, watching him writhe beneath me as he begs for it.

Hard. Fast. Raw.

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