Lukas leaned forward and planted his hands on either side of my head. My gaze roamed up his body. Up the trail of hair, past the dusky nipples. I wanted to bite his collarbone, mouth the little dip there. He was easily the most gorgeous man I’d even seen.
His kindness and his generosity, the way he cared about others despite what he’d been through, only made him more appealing to me. I regretted not telling him that earlier. The truth was that I was hopelessly in love with Lukas, and I had been for a while now. For far longer than maybe I’d realized. Iwasn’t sure when it happened, but it was probably the swings. My mind always went back to that memory.
“Lukas.” I pulled him down to me, sealing my mouth over his. Our tongues met and danced, dipping in and out of each other’s mouth. “Lukas,” I said again, breathless. “Please don’t think less of me for the timing of this.”
The motion of his hips slowed, and he looked me in the eyes. He seemed to know what I was going to say before I said it, but waited, holding his breath for my confession.
“I should’ve said this earlier, before now, but I love you too.”
Lukas laughed and leaned forward, kissing me as he continued to laugh. He’d stopped moving for a minute, but now his hips were at it again, rocking and undulating as he writhed on my cock.
“I’ll take it.” He laughed once more, and then we were kissing.
Lukas wrapped his arms around me the best he could, and I grabbed on to his hips and planted my feet on the bed and thrust up into him as he rode me.
We fucked like that until we were both sweaty wrecks. Lukas whimpered in my ear. “I’m so close, Sawyer. So fucking close. Fuck, you feel so good. So thick.”
He slammed his mouth over mine and whimpered as his rhythm faltered. He fucked me with abandon, driving my dick as deep as he could get it… and suddenly he was coming. Cum hit the underside of my chin and streaked up my chest. A pool formed on my stomach under the head of his dick.
Then Lukas was climbing off me. Tearing the condom off, he sealed his mouth around the head of my cock and sucked me down deep into his throat. Maybe it was a Lukas thing, or maybe it was a porn star thing, but either way, he didn’t have a gag reflex. He swallowed around my cock once. Then again. And I barely managed to rasp out a warning before he pinned my hipsto the bed and let me come down his throat. He kept my cock in his mouth, gently sucking, licking, teasing, until I whined at how sensitive my dick was. And only then did he let it go.
Lukas relaxed, going boneless, half on top of me. I ran my fingers through his hair, damp with sweat, and he lifted his head to look at me. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, then kissed my hip bone before collapsing again, resting some of his weight on me as he recovered.
“Stay the night,” Lukas said a few minutes later.
I smiled at him. We still hadn’t moved. I was still covered in cum. A used condom lay discarded somewhere. I was sweaty and spent and happier than I’d ever been. “Try to make me leave.”
Lukas laughed, but I continued. “No, seriously, try. I don’t think I can walk. I’ve been fucked into oblivion.”
“Give me ten more minutes, and I can do it again if you want.” Lukas made no motion to move.
Something told me it was going to be more than ten minutes, but I was okay with that. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
THIRTY-TWO
LUKAS
Sawyer wantedme to meet his best friend, Yvette, but we didn’t manage to make it work for another couple of weeks. Sawyer wanted to buckle down and finish the book, and I had several shoots scheduled and a ton of footage to edit. Which was how I found myself at a swimming pool early one morning.
Sawyer had told me about how he and Yvette frequently crossed paths at the pool. He knew I was going to try and come, but he didn’t want to say anything to Yvette in case I couldn’t make it.
The pool was sectioned off into two sides. The left side was further divided into lanes, but the right side was left open for casual swimming. That’s where I landed. Sawyer offered to stay with me, but I told him to go get his laps in.
The past couple of weeks had been crazy, but wonderful. Sawyer slept over often. Not every night, but maybe one day that would change. Asher had been by a couple times and though things were still awkward between the two of them, they seemedto be actively working on getting over that. Now I just had to win the approval of the best friend. It was tough not to feel like everything was riding on this.
“He’s taken, you know,” a woman said as she swam up beside me and joined me at the edge of the pool.
I turned my head and offered the woman, Yvette, a smile. I recognized her from Sawyer’s pictures. “Oh, I know. I’m the boyfriend.”
She rolled her eyes a little. “Yeah, I know. I was hoping you didn’t know who I was. I wanted to fuck with you a little.”
“Hate to disappoint you, but I’m pretty un-fuck-with-able.”
“Hate to disappointyou, but that’s not a word.”
I could tell Yvette was just trying to break the ice. I thought of how Sawyer and Asher had united on the idea of me being more open about my dyslexia. I’d never been comfortable with people knowing about it until Sawyer gave me a safe space. He wouldn’t be friends with someone who wasn’t a good person, so I decided to take the chance and tell her, even though the thought of it made it hard to breathe for a second.
“Hate to disappoint you, but I’m dyslexic as fuck, so I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t matter if it’s a word or not. I wouldn’t be able to read it anyway.”
