Page 96 of Twisted Trails
“I likeyoulike this.”
Luc grins. “Good. Because I’m making it up as I go.”
Then he opens his mouth again and takes me in. He’s not perfect, goes too fast at first, takes in more than he’s ready for, and pulls back quickly, his eyes watering, but I’m already gone for him, and for how he tries again, his mouth hot and soft and so goddamn eager.
The sight of him between my knees, looking up at me like that, makes butterflies explode in my chest and drives me insane with need.
It’s really happening.
After years of longing for this menace, he’s sucking my dick.
“Relax your jaw,” I murmur. “Don’t suck too hard yet. Just… fuck, yeah, like that.”
His hands come up, one bracing against my thigh, the other resting lightly on my stomach as he finds a rhythm. Luc moans around me, and it shoots through me like electricity.
“Jesus, Luc.” I groan. “You’re doing so good.”
He hums again like he knows, like he’s starting to enjoy it. He pulls back briefly, lips slick, eyes locking on mine.
“You gonna fall in love with me if I keep going, Payne?” he teases.
“Too late,” I manage, half-laughing, half-gasping.
And then he dives back in.
He doesn’t stop until my thighs tremble and my voice is hoarse from saying his name over and over. When I finally tug him up, his mouth is swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied.
“Holy shit. That was kinda fun.”
I brushthe mess of hair back from his forehead. “You have no idea how good you were.”
“Guess I’m a quick learner.” Luc smirks, then his gaze drops to my still-hard cock. “But I didn’t manage to make you come.”
“Oh, you would have, but I didn’t want to finish in your mouth. Figured that’d be a little much for your first time.”
“Fair,” he says, but then a new glint enters his eyes. “Want to come on my face? Or my stomach?”
Christ on a bike.
My cock twitches hard at the image he just painted.
I look him up and down, all long limbs and flushed skin, kneeling in front of me like sin incarnate, and notice that he’s hard again.
“I’ve got a better idea.Up.”
I pull him to his feet, only to guide him back onto the bed. He falls onto his back, so wide-eyed as I straddle his thighs that he almost reminds me of myBambi.
Our cocks brush, and I grind down, making him moan deep in his throat.
Kissing his cheek, I murmur, “I’m not gonna fuck you, Luc. But can I jerk us off together?”
The“Oui”comes so fast it makes me chuckle. I reach down and wrap my hand around both of us, feeling the weight of him against me, the heat, the slickness of our skin already damp with sweat. Then I lean back just enough to spit into my palm and stroke us together.
Feeling him slotted against me is almost too much, combined with the sight of him.I can’t remember the last time I wanted something this badly.
My hand tightens on instinct, the rhythm starting slow, controlled, but the friction, theintimacyof it, nearly undoes me before it’s even really started. Luc gasps, head tipping back, and I lean in to kiss his shoulder, then his neck, eachbreath hitching against my lips. His hips twitch, chasing the friction, and his face buries into my neck, his breath coming fast and desperate, burning against my skin.
I adjust my angle, bracing myself better with one arm while my stroking hand finds its pace, long, slow drags that build tension with every glide. The slide of his cock against mine makes my hips stutter before finding a new rhythm. We’re already slick with pre-cum, and it just makes everything messier and hotter. Our cocks move together perfectly, each stroke coaxing out more gasps, more whispered swears from Luc’s lips.
