Page 81 of Show Me How to Heal
The next moment I was tackled onto the bed, Luke laughing as he pressed me into the mattress. His dark blue eyes sparkled like the ocean in the sun as he looked down at me.
“Hi”, he said, a smile decorating his beautiful face. Then he pressed his lips to mine, body sagging against me until most of his weight rested either on me or his good knee. I so didn’t mind being deliciously pressed down into the mattress by his body weight, feeling each of his muscles against me, his cock already pushing against mine.
For a second, I thought about just having a quick frotting session, but the thought of having his mouth stretched around my cock was too hot to pass up on. Especially since I now knew that I was his first. Damn, that shouldn’t be hot. I didn’t think keeping your virginity was that big of a deal — especially since it was often depicted as only important for women, which was all kinds of weird and messed up. But knowing I was the first one to make Luke feel this way? The first one he’d been this close to — not only on a physical but an emotional level, as well? It did things to me.
“Need you,” I mumbled against his lips, nipping at his bottom one, a whole-body shiver racking through my body as he moaned.
“Soon,” he replied, thrusting against me. “We got all the time in the world.”
Maybe he had, but contrary to what I’d said downstairs, I was still tired and exhausted from all the stress, and unbelievably horny. I didn’t want to wait.
“Please.” I rubbed my cock against his, letting a hand slide between us, tugging at his sweatpants to pull them and his underwear down in one go.
“Fuck, Zayne!” he hissed as I closed my hand around his hot flesh. “So fucking impatient.”
“Fucking… good idea, we should do that” I moaned, arching my back to urge him on. A hand job, a blowjob, a good fucking… I was game for whatever he had in mind.
“You’ll be the death of me.” Luke’s hand caressed my cheek for a moment before letting go of me. He hissed as he straightened into a sitting position. His face was pinched, and I knew this position hurt his knee, but… damn. As he pulled his shirt over his head, I couldn’t help but whistle appreciatively.
Now that I knew he was an ex-soccer player, his fit physique made a lot more sense since he’d never expressed going to the gym or working out at home. I couldn’t say I minded his body. Not in the least. I adored his tight abs, and I fucking loved to see them flex when I grazed my fingers over his stomach. It gave me a rush, made me feel powerful.
Pulling my hand away was hard, but in order to get out of my own clothes, it was a necessary evil.
“You’re beautiful,” Luke whispered just as my sweater hit the floor with a thud, his eyes roaming over my body as if he were trying to take every single inch in. “You’re all soft and you have this aura that makes you radiate positivity. My little hipster-hippie.”
I swear I wanted to protest, but then his mouth closed around my nipple, and all I could do was throw my head back and let out a moan, fruitlessly thrusting my hips upwards where Luke’s groin had been just seconds before.
I wanted more, needed more. My cock was throbbing, and I could already feel a wet patch from all the precum.
“Please, Luke.”
“Please what?”
“Blow me,” I groaned, arching my back as he let go of my nipple, then blew a cold breath over it, making it pebble up even tighter. Electric shocks went right into my cock, making it twitch.
“So impatient,” Luke tsked, but he kissed a line down my torso, nibbling at my belly button before heading even farther south until he was nosing my cock through my sweatpants that, in theory, belonged to him
I raised my hips, making it easier for him to pull my pants off. My cock slapped against my stomach, leaving a sticky string of precum. Luke’s gaze grew hungry, and he bit his lips as he reached out for my cock, caressing it almost reverently, making me hiss at the contact.
Wanting to see everything, I grabbed all the pillows I could reach and stuffed them behind my back. Luke was kneeling over my cock, holding it firmly in place, his grip warm. I could see the hunger in his dark blue eyes, the lust. He licked his lips, his eyes shifting to me while a smile tilted his lips.
“You’re beautiful all over,” he rasped, voice rough as if I’d been fucking hit throat for hours. Damn, that was the stuff dreams were made out of. Delicious, filthy dreams.
Then he flicked his tongue over my cockhead, giving it little kitten licks, driving my absolutely fucking crazy. It was too much stimulation while at the same time not enough at all. I tried keeping my hips still but couldn’t help trying to thrust upwards until he placed one arm on my lower stomach, keeping me pressed against the mattress so only my upper body was able to twist and squirm. Which it did.
Luke kept looking me in the eyes the whole time, not breaking eye contact for even a second. It was hot. His eyes ablaze with heat, a devious smile on his lips as he kept torturing me with the tiniest licks and flicks on his tongue.
I was close to begging him again.
So fucking close when he suddenly closed his lips around me and took me as deep as he could. The wet heat of his mouth was glorious! My eyes wanted to roll back, but his dark blue eyes kept me under his spell. My cock throbbed, the pressure inside my gut already building, ready to explode.
He smirked before hollowing his cheeks, the suction tugging at my skin. The tip of his tongue pressed against my slit.
“Luke!” I shouted, trying to thrust upwards, but unable to. My body didn’t care, fighting against the hand that was holding me. “Please!”
He pulled back, letting my cock slip from his mouth with a wet pop.
The kitten licks were back.
