Lukas crouched on the floor and helped me step out of my pants, one leg at a time. When he stood, he pulled his own shirt off and then made quick work of his jeans. He stepped closer, and I swayed toward him, seeking the heat from his body.
His cock brushed against mine, and I let out another whimper as his mouth slanted over mine. Wrapping my arms around him, I kissed him with everything I had. I kissed him with all the words I hadn’t been able to make myself say bubbling up inside me, making my insides feel fizzy like champagne.
The truth was that I was head over heels, madly in love with Lukas. Like can’t eat, can’t sleep, need to spend every moment with him or thinking about him kind of love. I hadn’t been able to get the words out when he’d confessed his feelings to me. It didn’t seem real, somehow, that he could love me. That he did love me. But I could feel it in the way he held me. Kissed me. Touched me. I could see it when he looked at me.
And still I couldn’t get the words out, but maybe I could show him. When we parted to catch a breath, I started to lower myself to my knees, but Lukas had the same idea and we paused, looking at each other. Amusement sparkled in his eyes.
“Well, great minds think alike.” He reached for me, taking me in hand. I cried out as he stroked me slow and gentle. He left me then and climbed onto the bed. He stretched out on his back and patted the mattress. “Come here.”
Feeling a little unsure, I did as he asked and crawled onto the bed. Lukas gave me a wicked grin. “You ever sixty-nined?”
“Once, years ago.” My face betrayed my obvious excitement by breaking into a smile I couldn’t stop.
“Get on top.” He shifted around on the mattress as if he were trying to get more comfortable.
Before I did, I leaned down and kissed him, a quick brush of my lips against his, and then I turned around and carefully straddled him.
“If I do anything you don’t like, just tell me, okay?”
His mouth was so close to my cock that I could feel his breath when he talked. He didn’t wait for an answer either, just put my cock in his mouth and went straight to work teasing me with his tongue. Swirling around the head, toying with the slit, wrapping around and around the sensitive head as I knelt there on all fours and trembled.
All at once my brain came back online, and I remembered that I was supposed to be returning the favor, which was easier said than done. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to give the best head he’d ever gotten, but it was hard to make sure I was doing it right when he was devouring me whole.
Eventually, I found a rhythm and was rewarded with the little sounds Lukas made. I felt every one of them travel up my cock and vibrate through me. Then he released my cock and licked up the underside as far as he could go.
“Sit on my face,” he rasped.
“Oh, God,” I said as my body obeyed without my permission. Lukas pulled me closer, practically yanking me down as he licked and kissed my entrance. When he made a low, rumblingsound of pleasure, I felt it through my whole body. My cock jumped, leaking. But if I touched myself, it was going to all be over too soon.
“Lukas, fuck.” I said the words, but didn’t know why or what they were supposed to mean. I was lost in pleasure, in the slick glide of his tongue, the way his nose bumped against my skin from time to time, reminding me of where exactly his face was.
He worked me open with his tongue, then added a finger to the mix. He slid it in slowly, stretching me out for him. My legs quaked at the idea of taking him inside me. I hadn’t had sex that way for a long time, and even his finger felt big.
Lukas went for a second finger, and I hissed. The stretch was almost too much. The lube, not enough. He eased off right away, going back to one finger. Then going back to just his tongue, his mouth. He ate me until my hole was soft and my cock was hard. My legs felt like liquid, and I practically fell off him, eager for a break in the pleasure before I came all over him.
I rolled onto my back, and Lukas turned over, digging around in his nightstand. He returned with a bottle of lube and a row of condoms. He tore one off and tossed the rest to the side.
Shifting around again, he straddled me. He held my gaze as he tore the condom open. I kept looking at his face, mapping his features, the way his hair was a little sweaty and clung to his forehead. The dusty pink hue of his cheeks that spread up to his ears and down his neck. I gasped when he touched me and looked lower to see him roll the condom down my shaft.
Lukas must have sensed me looking at him because he lifted his gaze and smiled at me. “You do top, right?”
I nodded because words didn’t exist.
“Good. Because it’s been fucking forever since I bottomed, and I can’t wait to get you inside me.”
He poured some lube on his fingers then reached back. I watched his face and knew from the way his mouth fell open andhis eyes fell closed that he’d started to finger himself open. Fuck, and I was missing it. I put my hands on his thighs and slid them higher.
I curled my fingers, digging them into his flesh to try and still the way they trembled. I felt small underneath him, but in a good way. A safe way. He flashed me a wicked grin as he shimmied into place. I gripped his waist and gasped when he lined my cock up with his hole and slowly bore down.
“Oh,holyfuckingshit.You’re so tight.” My fingers flexed, gripping him as I tried to stay still, to let him go at his own pace.
He braced his hands on my chest, and his head dropped forward, chin to chest. Taking a deep breath as he lowered himself onto my cock. Fuck. Even before this moment, I’d been ruined for anyone else.
Feeling suddenly bold, I took his dick in my hand and smeared the precum around the tip of his cock.
“Lube,” I rasped.
Lukas obeyed wordlessly. If his brain was anything like mine, it was running on no blood flow. Words were hard. Coherent thoughts were harder. The only thing I could think about was how his ass felt wrapped around my cock. He drizzled lube onto his dick, and I stroked him, spreading it around.
