Page 32 of Riding Pine
“Do you need to be somewhere?”
“Yes, I have tea with the king scheduled for tomorrow.” He grins up at me. “I’m just impatient, okay?”
And then his dimple pops as he laughs, and I know that as long as Ben is in my life, saying no will be hard.
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Idon’t know what it is with Lukas, but every touch or kiss sears me to the core. He makes sex something more than a primal need. He isn’t just chasing orgasms. He’s living in the moment with everything he’s got, and I’m immensely happy to be on the receiving end.
“Oh, fuck…yeah, do that again.”
My fingers claw into the sheets as Lukas fucks me slowly with his fingers and tongues my balls. For a guy who says his job isto punch people, his hands are nothing but gentle on my body. He reads every little reaction, mapping it all to repeat later. Every molecule of my being melts with pleasure at his attention, and I’m a needy mess.
I totally did the right thing in telling him about the beaver gig. There wasn’t going to be a world where I walked away from sex like this.
“Do you want to come like this, Ben?” Lukas bites the inside of my thigh, and I lift my head to peer down my body at him between my legs. His hazel eyes and thick lashes stare at me with a lazy confidence. He’s in no hurry to end this, and it’s with a slow clarity that I realize we don’t need to hurry.
This is his place, and we have all night if I want it. Sure beats the floor of my studio office. Although I won’t be giving that up.
“What are my other options?” I squeak as he replaces his fingers with his tongue. God Almighty, I might see stars when I finally come. Maybe even touch the Milky Way because the man has skills.
The vibrations of his laugh against my hole draw a gasp from my lips.
He crawls up my body, allowing the weight of his body to drag along my fevered skin. The ridges of muscle, his heavy cock, and his entire presence engulf me into a needy pool, and suddenly, I don’t care about the options. But his lips on mine silence my objections.
I switch from being so desperate to bust a nut to being silenced by the lips of this man who promises more than just a mutual get-off. It’s a tender kiss, and it scrambles my thoughts. I don’t get tender kisses from lovers, and I certainly don’t dole them out either.
But we aren’t just simple lovers anymore, are we? This is the beginning of a relationship, and I’m sure I’m overreacting. Lukas is just being considerate. He’s slowing down since there’s no clock ticking on this meetup.
“Would you like options, Ben?” His lips follow my jaw to my ear, and the scruff of his stubble scrapes my cheek. I catch the scent of his aftershave along with my musk as he nips at my ear.
“Only when we talk about side dishes for supper. Right now, the only option I want is your cock. Fuck me like you mean it, Lukas.”
He pulls his head back, and I can’t read his expression. But he reaches for a condom on his nightstand and tears it open with his teeth. Is it cheesy? Abso-fucking-lutley. But holy cracker, is it hot. Especially when those eyes never leave mine as he rolls it on.
Pulling my knees back, I purr like a contented cat as he edges the head of his cock at my entrance.
“Jesus, Ben,” he groans when I adjust and spread my legs wide. “I don’t think you know how hot you are. How fucking sexy you are, or just how much you turn me on.”
He tilts his hips forward, sliding in without stopping, and I gasp for breath when his heavy sac rests against my ass.
“I forgot how giant your dick is. Give me a second,” I wheeze.
He doesn’t move, but instead, he leans forward and feathers a soft kiss on my chest. The slight shift pulls another moan from me.
“You take my dick so well. God…” he swallows and rests his head on my chest. “Tell me when, Ben.”
“I’m good. Just…I might have been a bit too eager when I asked you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Lukas raises his head with a small laugh. Warm hazel eyes gaze at me, and I lose my breath. Not just because I’m stuffed full ofLukas. No. There’s a shift in the air between us, and I squeeze my eyes closed.
“I won’t ever hurt you.” His breath skates across my skin before he rises back to his knees and rocks forward. My eyes roll back, and he does it again.
“I won’t break, Lukas. Do it harder.”
His jaw sets, and he tightens his grip on my thighs, pushing back until I’m almost on my head—which I don’t mind one bit—and he’s slamming into me so hard the bed groans along with both of us.
