Page 33 of Behind the Lights

He’d never stayed over, not once. I’m not sure if that’s normal or not considering this is the one and only relationship I’ve ever had. The drive to my house only took about ten minutes, and when we pulled up I spotted the van parked in front of Stoli’s place. As long as Lucas’ car was parked in front of my house I wouldn’t hear from him, which was the norm when Lucas was over. When he’s around, no one else was – including my father whose car was missing from the driveway. Once we got inside, we headed straight up to my room.

As soon as my bedroom door was closed and locked, just in case, I felt Lucas sidle up behind me. His nimble little fingers reached around to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning the fly.

“Now, it’s time I thank you properly for dinner.” He traced the outline of my rapidly hardening dick through my boxers with his fingertips.

“It’s been so long,” I mumbled.

With us only seeing each other every few weeks, my dick spent far too much time cradled in the palm of my own hand. To have his hand wrapped around it felt like heaven.

“I know, baby.” He slid my boxers and pants down around my hips as he appeared in front of me. “I’ve missed you,” he said as he sunk to his knees.

“Fuck.” I put my hand on the back of his head as he licked a stripe across my slit and sucked the head in. When I looked down at him I was met with a pair of heavily lidded blue eyes staring back at me. “God you look gorgeous down on your knees with my dick in between your lips.” I guided his head further down my shaft, taking me deeper inside the confines of his warm mouth. Lucas loved to suck cock, on more than one occasion that was our only form of hooking up.

He took me to the back of his throat and hummed, the vibration damn near made me lose my shit. “Lucas, not like this. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.” Regretfully, I pulled away. The urge to get inside him was driving me.

“Supplies?” he asked, sliding his shirt off over his head as he walked toward the bed.

“Nightstand,” I kicked off my shoes, and slid out of my clothes before landing on the bed with a thud.

“Someone’s excited,” he said, tossing the lube and a condom on the bed.

“You fucking know it.” I watched him continue to undress before sliding his lithe frame beside me. I rolled over, facing him. Capturing his lips with mine, my tongue swept across them, prying them apart before diving in. I swear I could come from kissing alone sometimes. So sensual, so personal. So…ahh…

Reaching around him, I slid my palms down his back, cupping a perfectly round globe in each hand. “This ass of yours is going to be the death of me.” I squeezed them as he wiggled his ass in my grip. I slid a finger down his crack, our size difference allotted me vast opportunities for tormenting my needy lover. When I reached the destination I’d desired, I prodded his entrance with my finger tip and he released the sweetest moan.

“More.” He pushed back against my finger while sucking my tongue in the same way as he had just done to my cock.

It bobbed in response, as if he need be reminded it was still there. Lucas reached between us, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. The pad of his thumb found the bead that pooled on top of the head. I drew in a breath as he began smearing it around the sensitive tip as he stroked me while my finger probed his needy hole.

“Babe, fuck. Need to be inside you,” I managed to say while he nipped his way down my neck, landing on my nipples, sucking each in turn. I swear those damn things had a direct connection to my dick.

“You want to prep me or you wanna watch me do it?” he offered, opening the bottle of lube.

“Both.” The shocked look on his face at that one word reply quickly turned to one of desire.

He squirted lube on both our fingers before pushing me flat on my back so he could straddle my hips. My eyes never wavered as I watched him reach behind to finger himself. Once his finger was in, he panted, “More.”

I reached between his legs, slowly sliding my finger in alongside his. He ground down on our fingers, fuck this was the hottest goddamned thing I’d ever seen. Both of us fingering his ass at the same time…there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe this. And if there were, I couldn’t find them having been rendered speechless.

I crooked my long finger, grazing his spot. He threw his head back, moaning, “Fuck me, Joey,” and withdrew his finger. I teased him for a couple more strokes before following suit, but before I could grab the condom, he had the corner of the wrapper between his lips and tore it open. Tormentingly slow, he sheathed me, slathering it with lube before positioning his entrance above it. With a shaky hand, I grabbed my shaft, holding it as steady as I could while his needy hole engulfed me. With each push, he’d pull back up before sliding down and taking me deeper. After the third time, he was seated on my lap.

“Seems like I always forget you’re anatomically correct until I’m trying to fit that monster inside me.” He leaned over, placing the palms of his hands flat on my chest and pressed a chaste kiss against my lips. Once his body had adjusted, he began rotating his hips from side to side.

“Fuck…”

I grabbed his hips, trying desperately not to thrust up and hurt him. But this God damned lap dance he was performing wasn’t helping stave off my release. And just as I finished that thought, he pulled up and slammed down on me.

“If you do that one more time, I’m going to blow,” I warned him.

He fisted his cock and furiously began stroking himself while rocking his hips from side to side. His hand worked his cock to the same beat as his hips worked mine.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “It’s…hitting…each…pass.” His movements sped up. One, two, three shifts and, “Fuck!” he yelled as his warm release filled his fist before spilling over onto me.

His clenching muscles around my cock took me over the edge. I held his hips firmly in place and thrust up screaming, “Lucas!” as I came.

He plopped down on top of me, as I brushed the hair aside that had stuck to his forehead before pressing my lips there.

“I love you, babe,” I whispered.

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