Page 82 of Show Me How to Heal
I threw a hand over my forehead, still not able to disrupt our eye contact.
I saw him snaking his hand downwards, touching his own hard length, caressing himself. While I wanted to protest, insist I’d be the one to get him off, seeing him like this, on display for me, blowing me while pleasuring himself, was so hot, I didn’t want to do anything to make it stop. Even coming wasn’t that important any longer.
Well, it wasn’t until…
“Fuck!” I cursed, my cock disappearing into his mouth again until his nose was firmly burrowed in my pubes. The pressure inside me just kept building with each second.
His eyes glazed over, pupils blown wide, swallowing almost all of the blue.
A sheen of sweat covered his forehead, making his skin glisten. He hummed around my cock, the vibrations shooting straight into my gut, adding to the pressure.
My balls tightened, warning me I wouldn’t be able to stave my orgasm off for much longer.
“Luke,” I tried to warn him, but he just smirked, hollowing his cheeks and sucking earnestly.
My vision whitened, a shout leaving my lips. My hips, unrestrained, shot up, burying myself deeper in his throat, making him gag, tears leaking from his eyes while I shot my load down his throat, his wet heat engulfing me all I could feel.
Shivers ran through my body, coming in waves that seemed to go on forever, still racking through me as my cock had long stopped spurting cum.
“Luke,” I whispered, still looking him in the eyes, not wanting to break the spell. He straightened, kneeling over me, his hand moving frantically along his shaft, pumping his flushed cock before a hoarse cry left his throat, and his sticky-hot cum covered my spent dick in thick ropes.
Fuck!
My dick twitched upon seeing Luke throwing his head back in ecstasy, his throat taught, the tendons bulging out while he marked me with his cum, covering my groin.
As the tension left his body, he fell onto the mattress next to me, a raspy laugh escaping him.
“I won’t be able to walk straight for days to come. Everyone will think you dicked me down so good.”
I burst out laughing, his crude words a stark contrast to all his sweet compliments. “Never change,” I told him, turning to my side so I could settle against him. “I love you just like this. Sweet, hot, and a little weird.”
“Thanks” he said, making a face as he felt his own release against his thigh. “And I love you just the way you are, my sweet hipster-hippie. And do you know what I love about you the most?”
“My hotness?”
“The fact that you keep giving me your amazing soaps for free.”
A laugh burst out of me.
“No, seriously. We need to shower… and I get the feeling now that we don’t have to deal with the added stress of planning grand openings, we’ll get dirty more often.”
I chuckled, throwing an arm over his torso and smacking a resounding kiss on his lips.
“Fortunately, I know everything about getting clean.”
“Yeah… I’m the luckiest man alive.” Luke turned his head, smiling blindingly at me. “Will you get me my crutches? I wasn’t kidding about needing a shower, but… I also wasn’t kidding about not being able to walk straight.”
I sighed theatrically. “The things we do for love.”
Of course, I still got out of bed and grabbed the crutches from the floor right next to the bedroom door. Because I was serious. I would do anything for my love.
Epilogue
Luke
I smiled at Zayne who sat next to me on my couch, our hands clasped together with Sammy lying in front of us on the rug, dead asleep to the world. He didn’t know anything about what was going on right now, and that was probably for the best. His head still rested on my feet to comfort me. In the beginning of this video, I’d needed it. I’d been so damn nervous at first, it’d been hard to form a full sentence. You’d never know I was actually used to interviews, had given countless during my time as an active soccer player.
However, this wasn’t a post-game interview. It wasn’t that much of an interview at all. It was alivestream.
