Page 58 of Possession

When I get back to the bedroom, I find Lucas on the couch. He’s wearing an old maroon sweatshirt of mine. His knees are drawn up inside it, his bare feet planted on the couch. He looks relieved to see me.

I frown. I don’t understand why he was worried. Did he think I wasn’t coming back?

I set the bags on the floor by the couch. I reach down for him. He reaches up instantly, springing up from the couch and wrapping his arms around my neck. He buries his face against me and hooks his legs around my torso. He’s shaking.

I turn and lower myself onto the couch, keeping him in my arms. He snuggles harder against me. I rub his back. I pet his hair.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

He shakes his head. He doesn’t want to tell me. Or maybe he doesn’t know the answer. I just hold him until he relaxes. I feel myself relax too. I didn’t realize how tense I was until it fades.

Lucas starts kissing my neck. I would never allow anyone but him at my throat, but I love that I can trust him like this because it feels really good. As my cock thickens, he starts rocking against me. He kisses his way up my throat. I tilt my head for him, letting him nibble at my jaw.

When footsteps sound in the hallway, we both freeze. I lift Lucas from my lap and set him aside on the couch. I get up and stalk to the door. I know it’s probably Quinn with our food, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with someone being outside the room, especially given that I was so distracted by Lucas when I returned that I forgot to lock the door.

I wait behind it, ready in case someone tries to come in. The footsteps stop. There’s a little clatter of dishes outside the door. Quinn doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even knock. He just leaves.

When his footsteps have retreated, I open the door to find a large silver tray cluttered with dishes. I take it into the bedroom, pushing the door shut with my foot. There’s a table near the sliding glass doors, but I set the tray on the floor instead in the middle of the huge rug. While I backtrack to lock the door, Lucas kneels on the floor by the tray and starts uncovering the dishes.

“Ooh,” he exclaims. “This smells really good.”

As I walk back to him, his eyes lift from the food to me. They focus on my crotch, where my cock is tenting my sweats. I shake my head. We’ll eat first.

I sit on the floor beside Lucas and watch him inspect the dishes, enjoying his excitement. There’s Bolognese with thick-cut pasta, roasted mixed vegetables, and crusty bread.

Lucas loads up one of the waiting plates. I frown when he hands it to me. That’s not how this works. He ignores mydisapproval, so I just hold the plate while he dishes up his own food.

I eat with one hand because I have to keep my other on Lucas. I can tell he likes it because he edges closer to me. I let my hand glide up his thigh to his hip. I follow his hip inward to his groin and let my fingers rest against his balls.

“Keep eating,” I tell him when he pauses.

“That’s very distracting,” he replies.

I make a sound of acknowledgement. I’m sure it is, but I’m not going to stop. I need to feel our closeness. I need to feel his body responding. I leave his cock alone for now, but I know it’s stiffening because his balls are swelling against my fingers. My own cock is hard and aching, but I don’t touch it.

I eat some more of the bread. The Bolognese is delicious but very rich. I don’t want to be sick.

Lucas stops eating and sits there holding his plate while his body rocks. His eyes are closed. He’s breathing hard.

I take the plate from him and set it down. As I get up, I touch his head so he knows I’m coming back. I go to rummage through one of the bags until I find the lube. I strip off my clothes. As I return to him naked, he stares at my bare cock which bobs as I walk. His lips part. He makes a needy sound.

He’s on his feet before I reach him. He’s reaching for me again. I don’t think anything in my life, ever, has given me the kind of happiness that I feel when he does that. I gather him up, lift him against me. He hooks his legs around my waist as he did before.

Gravity is pulling my heavy cock down, so I grab it and wedge it against his ass, letting the friction and pressure stimulate us both as I carry him to the bed. He mews softly against me, clutching. I love how he needs me. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have him here right now, needing me like this.

As I sit on the bed, my cockhead is forced away from his hole. He sits atop it, rocking slightly.

I start tugging at the sweatshirt. I need to see him. I need to feel more than the ridge of his cock through the cloth. I need his skin. He helps me strip off the sweatshirt and toss it away. He throws his head back when I start sucking at his throat. His bare cock pulses against my abdomen.

I grab the lube from where I dropped it on the bed and squirt some into my hand. I reach under him to slick my cock and his hole. He opens for me so easily now. He lifts up so I can stroke inside him. His forehead falls to my shoulder. When I lift my cock under him, he sinks down onto it.

I watch, captivated, as he takes me inside. His eyes are dark with arousal. He’s breathing hard. He’s relaxing to let me in. Watching his pleasure intensifies my own.

When I’m fully inside him, he shudders and grabs onto me, making needy, hungry sounds. I wrap my arms around him and let the waves of pleasure roll through me.

I decide to do something I’ve never done before. I scoot further up the bed and lie back. Lucas pitches forward with a cry as my cock shifts inside him. His hands plant on my chest as he catches himself.

I grab his hips and tug him into a better position. He looks at me, a little unsure.

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