Page 46 of Behind the Lights

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed.

“I did nothing but think about eating this ass all the way home last night.” I swiped the sensitive area with my tongue before spreading his cheeks apart. “Look at that, waiting for me. Fuck, I’m so damn horny I’m gonna come just from eating you out.” I swirled my tongue around the rim once, twice before diving in. Lucas arched up and I had to push him down before diving back in. When he was a blubbering, incoherent mess, I released him leaving him breathlessly panting while I suited up. “You ready for me, baby? This isn’t going to be sweet by any means; I’ve had blue balls since I left.”

He nodded, and I tossed his legs over my shoulders, lining my head up and pushing through the initial resistance before pausing. “Fuck, so damn tight.”

Lucas sucked in his bottom lip as I pushed forward, not stopping until I was fully seated inside him.Fuck this feels so good.

When he opened his eyes, I drew back before thrusting in. He gasped upon impact, extracting his legs from my shoulders and wrapping them tightly around my waist, pulling me against him.

“Touch yourself.” I’m not sure where this bossy side of me came from, but I needed to get off so badly it felt like my balls were about to burst. But he didn’t argue and began stroking himself earnestly. It fucking turned me on watching him stroke off.

“Feels so good,” he closed his eyes and mumbled.

“Open your eyes, baby.” I leaned over to kiss him. “I want you to watch me fuck you.”

“Ungh,” he moaned, still biting his bottom lip as his stroking sped up.

“I need to come, Lucas. Come with me. Now!”

I slammed into him and he screamed, “Joey!”

I was in as far as I could be. The tightness in my balls matched that of his ass as he came, forcing my release as I growled, “Fuck!” and hoped and prayed the condom didn’t break with the sheer force of my impact.

Before I passed out on top of him, I managed to dispose of the condom before plopping back down to try and catch my breath. Reaching over, I took his hand in mine, bringing his knuckles to my lips.

“I missed you,” I said between kissing his knuckles.

“Me too. Nap?” he whispered, curling against my side.

“Yes, nap,” I agreed. After wrapping my arms around him, we crashed, hard. When I woke up, I carefully extracted myself from Lucas’ limbs to go to the bathroom. When I opened my bedroom door, I found our clothes piled up on the floor in front of it.Dad’s home. Fuck.

I grabbed the pile tossing it into my room before sliding into my jeans and ran face first into my dad in the hallway.

“Welcome home, son,” he said, eyeing Lucas’s still sleeping body in my bed as I pulled the door closed.

“Um yeah, hey Dad,” I ran my fingers through my matted hair. “We got back this morning.”

“I see Lucas wasted no time showing up.” He turned, heading back downstairs.

Wow, so nice that everyone in my family hates my boyfriend.

After taking care of business, I sat down on the bed beside him, “Lucas, wake up, babe. My dad’s home.” He sat up so quickly that he damn near clocked my chin with his head.

“Oh shit, what time is it?” Jumping out of bed he grabbed his pants off the floor and stared at his phone, panicking, “I’ve got to go. I need to meet my dad.” I’d never seen anyone get dressed so quickly before. Undressed, yes and we’d just done that ourselves in record breaking time. But putting clothes back on? This had to be a first.

“Um, alright. I’m only home for a couple of weeks, when can I see you again?” Suddenly, it felt like I’d been used, which I shouldn’t be feeling that way. I mean he’s my boyfriend, so I should be okay with this.Shouldn’t I?But something felt off.

Seeing my change in attitude, he calmed down and kissed me before putting on his sweetest Lucas voice. “Walk me to the door, baby.” The voice he used to get expensive dinners, gifts, and now me…

I kissed him again at the door as we said our goodbyes then went to the kitchen where my dad was sitting at the table going through the day’s mail.

“Here’s your pile. Mostly junk if you ask me. Your hair’s getting pretty long,” he said, when he glanced up at me.

“Yeah, probably needs a trim.” I funneled through the mail, noting he was right, it was all junk.

“You got time to have dinner with your old man tonight?”

“Absolutely, we’re only home for three weeks, but I was hoping we could hang out. By the way, thanks for helping Brett burn those CDs. I know computers aren’t your thing and it meant a lot that you helped out. So, um, thanks.”

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