Page 43 of Riding Pine
Lukas cups my cheek, and there’s genuine remorse in his gaze. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. This is so new to me, and I think I just got swept into it. I—”
“It’s okay. I’m fine. There’s probably shit we should learn about it before we dive right in anyway. You had my green light for it, so please don’t feel bad.”
“And you didn’t deserve anything, for the record. Your teasing is refreshing, and I like it…immensely.” He leans closer and kisses me. A slow kiss that I feel to the soles of my feet. “I’d never hurt you on purpose. I’m sorry.”
The sexual tension still vibrates between us, even with my throbbing ass, and I roll on top of him. His hands skim up my back as I straddle his body.
“You still have your clothes on. That’s a travesty.”
His smile returns, and I don’t miss how his hands drift back and smooth my burning ass with the gentlest of touches. “It is. Wanna fix that for me?”
With my fingers on his zipper, he’s raising his hips from the bed, shoving them down before I even finish unzipping. He tosses his shirt off while I peel off his pants. Lukas lies back and reaches for me, pulling me back on top of him with a groan.
“I like you next to me, like this.”
I roll my hips, seeking the friction I’ve been dying for. Lukas groans, his fingers digging into my hips while he positions my body where he wants. Being so close and drowning in Lukas’s passion-filled kisses raises the bar on intimacy. It’s almost intoxicating the way he pours himself into this.
Sliding my fingers into his hair, he sighs and pushes into the touch.
“Is this okay? I wanted to get inside you, but….” He chases my lips again as he pumps up his hips. “I like this too much to stop right now.”
“More than okay,” I pant against his mouth. Our gazes meet as we grind slowly against each other. The same look from theparking lot shines there, and it’s really hard for me not to return it.
It’s not just sex, and I think he might have made the same realization I did.
The coarse hair on his abdomen rubs across my smoother body, and it feels like he’s grown extra hands. His touch seems like it’s everywhere at once, and I’m barrelling to the edge of an orgasm in record time.
With a sudden gasp, his body shudders under me, and the warmth of his release spreads between us. “Ben…shit…”
Pushing away from him and sitting up, I grab his hand and place it on my cock. His fingers close around me, and I lean back, my hands on his thighs, letting him take me over the edge. I moan and thrust into his fist, milking every ounce of pleasure I can from this moment.
“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful like that.” His raspy voice, laced with a gentle wonder, has me biting my lip to keep all the emotions inside. This is new and exciting, and I’m here for all of it, but I also don’t trust myself putting any of that into words right now.
“This wasn’t how I thought this evening would go.” I laugh. Lukas still has my cock in hand, and his thumb runs from the bottom of my sack up the length of me. He slides through the cum, massaging the less sensitive parts as he licks his lips.
“We have all night, don’t we? You’re not leaving?”
“No. I wasn’t planning on leaving.”
The smile that fills his face brightens the dim room. “Awesome. Let’s clean up, and I’ll make us a snack.”
Laughing, I step off him and move towards the bathroom. “This is like a full-service stop. Be careful, I might never leave.”
When he says nothing, I look over my shoulder to find him watching me with an expression I can’t quite read, but that softness is still there.
“Save your opinions on that until after my cooking.” He rises, with cum still on his abs and chest, and stalks after me. “Do you like mac and cheese?”
“I love it.”
“Then maybe you might never leave.”
“Okay, I don’t get it. Why do they keep blowing the whistle when nothing happened?”
I’m halfway through a hockey game that Lukas pulled up from a streaming app, and while I thought I was understanding the rules, it appears I’m not.
“Because the player on the blue team entered the offensive zone before the player carrying the puck on his team. That’s offside.”
“Oh.” I still don’t get it.
