“I think I promised you to let you boss me around.” My cock twitched, and his gaze heated up, eyebrows waggling. “You like that idea? Are you into that kinda thing?”
“That kinda…” I furrowed my brows. “You mean BDSM?”
Luke shrugged. “You never know. You might look like an innocent hipster-hippie, but I haven’t seen your whole house yet, so you might be super kinky and have a dungeon in your basement.”
I laughed. “If you want to have sex with me, you should stop joking now; otherwise, I’ll just lie here laughing my ass of while trying to think about a way my laundry room basement could be turned into a sexroom.”
“Oh, there are possibilities,” Luke said earnestly, though his eyes shone with mischief. “There’s a show on Netflix. We should watch it together, it’s very… inspiring.”
I wanted to kiss the smirk off his face — so that’s what I did. I leaned in and captured his lips. Luke immediately threw his arms around me, pulling me on top of him and moaning into my mouth. His cock pressed against my belly, and yeah, both of us were definitely naked.
I shifted until our cocks were touching, rubbing together with every little movement, making heat pool in my gut and sparks shoot through my veins.
Fuck!
This was hot.
I thrust against him just as he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue between my lips. When I opened my mouth to let out another muffled groan, he pulled my bottom lip between his and sucked gently. Electricity shot through my body, right into my cock, and that was before he started nibbling on my abused lip. I arched against him, desperate to get more friction.
Holy shit!
Luke’s finger dug into my back, his fingernails scratching over my skin, leaving burning marks.
I’d never been one for rougher sex, but his was… perfect. So fucking perfect.
I’d fallen into a rhythm, thrusting against him, rubbing our cocks against each other. Precum pooled between us, easing the way. His cock twitched, his length incredibly warm against my stomach, and his abs… fuck, his tight abs increased the friction, rippling beneath slicked skin.
“Zayne!” Luke moaned, his fingers clawing against my back, his back arching off the mattress. “Not gonna…”
“Me, neither,” I gasped, surprised this was true. I felt like a teenager again, desperately trying tonotcum prematurely. It was hard.
Everything felt too intense, too much. Luke’s pants, his moans, his hard cock pulsating against mine. His lips on mine, his fingers digging into my back.
I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him impossibly closer, our mouths crashing against each other.
My movements grew erratic, rutting against Luke with abandon. He bit my lip — hard — the sting throwing me headfirst over the cliff.
I shouted his name against his mouth, my cock erupting between us, coating his tight abs in cum. My vision darkened as pleasure crashed into me like a tidal wave.
Luke wasn’t far behind, fingers dragging over my sweat-slicked skin towards my ass, grabbing my checks hard, pulling me down against him. He thrust upwards. His mouth opened, but no sound left his lips. Instead, his whole body tensed, and I felt his cock spurting strings of hot cum between us while Luke frantically thrust upwards.
My own spent cock was getting oversensitive, sparks dancing over the skin, making it twitch in a validate effort to get hard again.
After a couple of seconds, I shifted, rolling down and lying next to Luke on my bed, our combined release cooling on my skin, my breath coming in ragged puffs.
“That was… quick,” Luke said with a laugh. “Sorry.”
I snorted, trying to gather enough breath to speak. “You do realize I came first, right?”
“Huh?” He turned his head, blinking drowsily at me. “Guess so. I think I need a minute.”
I just nodded and closed my eyes. Lying next to him, enjoying the peace and quiet while the smell of sex hung heavy in the air was… amazing. There wasn’t another word for it. Amazing. And terrifying.
Because I could absolutely get used to this.
EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS LEAKED! THIS IS WHAT LUKAS RICHTER LOOKED LIKE A DAY AFTER HIS ACCIDENT!
Chapter 11