Page 27 of Be Your Anything
The shout from the other side of the door has us pulling apart, both of us panting heavily, our eyes locked on each other as another round of laughter filters through the door.
We just stare at each other for a moment, our eyes taking each other in, and I swear to god, I’ve never felt so seen in my entire life.
Lucas leans in and presses a soft kiss to my lips, nips at my top lip then my bottom.
It’s a tender moment, his eyes focusing on mine, and it feels like he’s looking at me—reallylooking at me—for what might be the first time.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to kiss you,” he says, and my eyes widen in surprise.
“You have?” I ask.
“How could I not?” is all he says before he kisses me softly one more time. He steps back, pulling his body and his warmth away from me.
And then, before I can truly get my bearings, he starts moaning.
Loudly.
Aggressively.
“Oh my god,” he grunts out, his eyes on me. “Yes, like that.”
My eyes widen and I lift my hands to my mouth, trying to hide both my confusion and my desire to break into a fit of giggles.
“Shit, Len. So good. So…oh, soooooo goooooooood.”
He pounds his fist once against a cabinet in the corner and lets out one last cry of faux pleasure.
There’s a silence that lasts about five seconds.
And then we hear a roar of cheers and applause.
I can’t help but let myself laugh, covering my face with my hands and giggling then peeking through my fingers to see Lucas, who is pretty pleased with himself if the big cheesy smile on his face is anything to go by.
Then he steps towards me again, his body fitting back between my legs, which are still spread from where he was standing just a minute ago.
“Why did you do that?” I whisper, my hands resting lightly on his waist, my fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
Lucas shrugs a single shoulder but keeps smiling at me. He raises a hand and tucks some of my hair behind my ear.
“There was no way I was going to be able to let you jerk me off in this room, Lennon. Partially because I don’t want you to feel pressured into it, but mostly because if we’re going to do something like that, I don’t want an audience.”
I swallow hard at his words, my heart racing at the idea of us together, touching and doing all the things my mind envisioned when we were kissing.
Lucas leans down and, taking my face in both hands, kisses me again.
I reach up and grip his wrists, never wanting his lips to part from mine, never wanting this to end.
When it does, he looks me in the eyes. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight, Lenny. Wow.”
He winks at me then turns to head out the door, back into the room with our friends.
I stay there a moment longer—just a quick second—to let my heart settle. To catch my breath. To attempt to calm the racing thoughts and emotions surging through me.
I touch my lips, still swollen from the way he kissed me…like it meant something, like I belonged to him.
And then I smile, wondering if tonight is the catalyst that might finally give me what I’ve wanted for so long.
“How come I’ve never seen this before?” Lucas asks, pulling my attention back from where it wandered off to.
