Page 33 of Riding Pine
“Fuck, yessss.” My words sound far away, like I’m not quite connected with the present, but I’ve never felt this present in a single moment before. Every touch and sound feel amplified, like I’m having sex in stereo.
Lukas focuses on his cock sliding into me and bites his lip with a stifled groan. Goddamn, he’s gorgeous. Sweat-slicked skin and damp hair hanging on his forehead. Body flushed with arousal and the desire in his eyes, that’s all for me.
His gaze snaps to mine, and he slows his pace.
“Shit. Are you uncomfortable? I don’t need you with a neck strain.”
Somehow, I smile, and he laughs a little before lowering me down and sliding back into me with a bit more tenderness than I’d like.
“My neck was strained, not my ass. Don’t be gentle now.”
His lips tilt, and a wicked shine lights his eyes.
“Who said I was gentle?”
He gathers me in his arms, holding me close, and bucks his hips hard.
“Oh, fuck…yes…Lukas!”
He doesn’t stop or let go. He holds me tight, and I can’t even reach my dick, but it won’t be a problem. I’m going to come just from the friction between us, and the thought of that burns low in my belly and spreads like a supernova.
His heavy breath on my ear and the random kisses to my neck draw more gasps from me than his cock.
“Lukas…I’m gonna come…”
And boy do I.
My body arches as little as it can in his muscular arms, and I erupt between us with a shout.
Lukas loses his steady rhythm and releases his hold on me to lean back. My vision is a little spotted because I’ve never come that hard in my life. But my eyes widen with the snap of the condom and the erratic breaths from the beast of the man I’m definitely addicted to.
The cords on his neck pop, and his hand shuttles along his cock until he empties his load onto my chest with an animalistic groan.
Kneeling over me, spent and huffing for breath as his body jolts with aftershocks, he’s what fantasies are made of.
“That was incredible, Ben. You’re one firecracker in bed and out, aren’t you?” He steps off the bed, and his heated gaze roams down my body. “You’ll spend the night?”
The hopeful tone in his voice sends the butterflies into a frenzy in my gut. Butterflies that shouldn’t be there. It’s too soon for all that.
“Are we having a sleepover? I didn’t bring any jammies.”
“Good. They just get in the way. Stay there for a minute.”
He crosses the hall, and water runs while I stare at the ceiling, wondering if maybe I might hurt a little tomorrow. Worth it though.
Lukas returns with a warm, wet cloth and wipes up the mess he made with a shy smile.
“I probably should have asked before I did that. You’re not mad, are you?”
“Fuck, no.”
He swallows and meets my gaze.
“Do you want to join me in the shower?”
“Is this an extension of your celebration?”
He laughs, and I notice how his chin scar almost looks happy when he’s happy, and my heart thumps like a rabbit’s foot.
