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Holding my gaze, he strokes my cock and slowly nudges his hips back and then forward a fraction. It’s the most bizarre sensation. I can’t even speak, only make peculiar noises—half cries of awe and wonder. It’s not exactly physical pleasure, but rather an emotional one that has a message radiating through my body—Andrew is mine.
“Okay?” he whispers, face flushed.
I make an unintelligible reply and nod, my head rattling vigorously. I am sonotokay. I’m completely consumed. When he nudges deeper, his warm hand still on my cock, the message amplifies—andI’m his.
Gripping his arm, I silently beg for his mouth. To my surprise, his eyes are closed. He looks like he’s having an out-of-body experience. With a tight hold on my hip, he lets out a shuddered breath and looks at me. Pride swells in my chest.I’mdoing that to him.
Releasing my cock, he bends down and sloppily carves out my mouth. His hips begin to move, compounding the sensation of fullness. It seeps through every inch of me. The friction passing over my gland sends a storm of pleasure through my entire body.
“Fucking hell, Lucas.” His voice is choppy against my lips. “You should have stopped hating me sooner.”
Typical Andrew—hiding sentiment behind the blame of others. He knows damn good and well that our hate was a two-way street, instigated by him. I try to laugh, but it’s justanother breathy noise. The past is distorted now. Four years of exchanging glares and avoiding each other feel like an alternate reality now. I couldn’t hate him now if I tried. I’m so full. Full of Andrew. The cliff I was teetering on crumbles, and I freefall. I hope like hell he catches me because I’m lost forever.
CHAPTER 25
Andrew
“You should have stopped hating me sooner,” I tease, but it’s not even a joke.
How did we get from there to here? From there to a place where he’s trusting me with his body. A place where we’re sharing something that feels like a lot more than just fucking.
He makes another breathy noise that sounds like it was meant to be a laugh, but he’s just not capable of it right now. I want to hear him. If I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll start babbling all the nonsensical things running through my brain likemine, mine, mine.
“Say something,” I beg against his neck, doing my best to control my slow thrusts. He doesn’t. He just lets out a warbled moan, grips my biceps, and raises his feet off the bed. Hooking them over my hips, I gulp for air at the new angle, the new depth.
Shit. He shouldn’t have done that. My balls are about ready to explode.
A person who feels this incredible should come with a warning label. The brush of his sac against my navel each time I bottom out, the feel of his soft tuft tickling me, the restriction of his channel from my base to my tip, and the way he looks so lost… My God, each time I look into his eyes, it’s like seeing a silent request for me to both find him and never retrieve him from whatever plane we’ve discovered.
“What does it feel like?” I plead, trying again.
“Good,” he pants, closing his eyes and digging his fingertips into the back of my shoulder blades. “Too good.”
It is, and I’m happy with his report. While he’s the kind of person who’d settle for mediocrity and give thanks for it, I’m still the opposite. What the hell am I going to do if nothing after this ever feels the way this does?
“There’s no such thing,” I inform him.
He chuffs like he thinks it’s more of my greedy sarcasm. I’d frown if every cell in my body wasn’t lit up with pleasure. He deservestoo good, and the fact that he doesn’t know it has me groaning in frustration. I bury the sound in his mouth, gripping the underside of his knee and letting my hips give in to the sweet torment that is everything Lucas. His noises erupt when I come up for air—maddening little half-moans that tell me he’s enjoying the new pace. He stares between us at the slap of our bodies, his face painted with fascination and desire.
I can feel the tension coiling in my lower back. Can feel my toes starting to curl. I’ve gone so hard that it’s to the point of pain.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him, because that’s all it is, a warning.
I don’t know how this is all supposed to go down, but I don’t want to pull out of the happy home he’s made for my cock. When his gaze flicks to mine, I hold it. The urge for him to see me come undone is powerful. His eyes scan my face as if he’s looking for any sign of change, anticipating my threat.
He wants to see it too. That’s all it takes.
I come, looking into Lucas’ bewildered eyes, watching surprise flash over his face. His mouth falls open, and he lets out a strange little cry. He was the storm that built this fevered pitch inside me. Now he’s also the sanctuary from it as I release, shuddering violently. I want to hang onto the reins of the high,but have the wherewithal to scramble and get my hand between us, wrapping it around his cock. His fingers dig into my back. Eyes slamming shut, he arches his head back and pulses in my grip.
I didn’t think I could be more awed by him, but he clenches around me over and over. It’s a beautiful phenomenon, like his body is thanking mine. I ride as many waves as I can, blinking through our heady aftershocks until my arm gives way. Collapsing on top of him, I let my eyes slip closed and try to catch my breath.
Too good, just like he said. When his fingers finally go slack on my back and my cock has somehow slipped out of him like it’s afraid more would kill it, I ease onto my side. I find those dark eyes of his sliding to mine, curious and half-lidded. His chest is still rising and falling along with his stomach, where the soft hair is slick, stuck to his skin. We’re both a fine mess, and the air smells like I detonated a Lucas bomb in the room.
With great effort, I rise on one elbow and lean over him, still feeling sapped from that stupid thorn. “Be right back,” I whisper, planting a quick kiss on his swollen lips.
There is no grace in how I gangle my way to the bathroom. Frankly, I don’t know how it’s possible that I can walk right now, but I imagine Lucas is in a similar state—and with a sore ass to boot. I fetch two cloths and dampen them.
He gives me a strange look when I return and hand one to him, but says, “Thanks.”
