“You look flushed.” Lukas leaned back in his chair and took his headphones off. He set them on the desk and watched me like I was his dinner.
“I’m fine,” I lied. I was so beyond fine that I wasn’t sure what that was anymore. My cock throbbed to the beat of my heart and every time someone moaned, I swear I leaked precum. Holy fucking shit. Watching porn was fine. It was great, even, but listening to the sounds and not knowing what was happening on the screen was almost better. The mystery of it made it surprisingly erotic.
“You’re not fine,” Lukas challenged, dragging his gaze over me. It felt like a caress, and I let out an embarrassing whimper of my own. “Point proven.”
“I—” My mouth snapped shut when I realized there was no way to argue that I wasn’t out of my mind with lust. Hornier than maybe I’d ever been.
“Put your computer away, Sawyer.” Lukas stood and my heart crashed around in my chest as I watched him move around the room. Watched the curve of his ass being hugged by his jeans as he walked past me and whistled at Lara. “Up you get, girl.”
Lara groaned but obeyed, and once she was out of the room, he let the door fall shut. The click of the latch coincided with the moment our eyes met.
“Put your computer away, Sawyer,” he repeated, taking one slow step closer.
I closed my laptop, and then Lukas swooped down and carefully took it from me, moving it over to the desk where it would be out of the way. The porn in the background kept going. The sounds intensified in volume and desperation.
“Do you want me to tell you what’s happening?” Lukas asked, tilting his head in the direction of the desk. “I could describe it for you.”
Mutely, I shook my head. My mouth was bone dry, maybe because all the moisture in my body seemed to be determined to leak out of the tip of my cock.
Lukas dragged a hand down his chest. It was a slow, deliberate motion that hypnotized me. I could’ve watched him touch himself all day long. Or maybe not. I reconsidered my thought when his hand brushed over the bulge in his pants.
“Tell me what you want, Sawyer.”
I licked my lips and forced my gaze to tear away from his hand and the way it curved around his erection through his jeans.
“I, ah—I got tested. A few weeks ago. And I got retested again and, ah—I’m negative. Everything is negative. So if you wanted to, we could?—”
Lukas crossed the room, pushed the coffee table out of his way and sank to his knees in front of me. He pulled me into a kiss, and I let out a whimper of my own as he swept his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. He kissed me until I was breathless, and then he kept going, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close, kissing me like it was the most necessary thing in the world. Like I was the most necessary thing in his world.
“I didn’t ask you to do that.” Lukas kissed the soft patch of skin under my ear.
“You didn’t have to. I know what your job is, and though you’re behind the camera now, I know how important this is to you. I’ve never had unprotected sex before, but I want to—with you. If that’s what you want. We don’t have to.”
Lukas gave me a wolfish grin. “Oh, yes we do. And just so you’re aware, I’ve been tested and all my results are negative. I can pull the results if you need to see them.”
I shook my head. “Not necessary.” I slid my hands up Lukas’s arms, feeling the muscle beneath my touch. I loved Lukas’s body. I loved everything about him. His heart. His mind. His generosity and his resilience. The body was just a bonus. A really hot bonus.
I trailed my hands higher, sinking them into his hair. I pulled him closer and teased my mouth across his. “I want you to fuck me,” I confessed.
So far, Lukas had done all the bottoming. He was excellent at taking control and making every experience with him memorable, but so far we hadn’t switched roles, and I wanted to be with him that way too.
“Anything,” he whispered reverently, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth. “Anything you want.”
His hands skated down my chest. Fingertips brushed my nipples, and he smirked at me when I inhaled sharply. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he lifted my shirt and swooped in, swiping his hot tongue over my nipple.
Lukas had taught me that joy was infinite, and so was pleasure. And nothing reminded me of that more than the way he teased me relentlessly. Switching back and forth from one nipple to the other, he kept going. Kept circling the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Slid his teeth over the nubs, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through me.
Eventually, he divested me of my shirt, casting it aside entirely. As he kissed his way down my body, he fumbled with my pants, but eventually succeeded in getting my zipper to work so he could free my cock. Lukas hooked his hands into the waist of my pants and looked up at me.
“Lift.”
I arched my spine, pressing my shoulders into the back of the couch so I could raise my ass up. Lukas pulled my pants down and out of his way. He shuffled back and helped me get rid of them entirely. He put his hands on my knees and they slid up my thighs. Every touch was worship. Every look was full of desire and admiration. Love poured out of him, and I ate it up.
Reaching for him, I sank my fingers into his hair.
“Show me what you want,” he urged.
My cock twitched like it was trying to jump into his mouth, so I gently guided him to where I wanted him. The control I had was a mere illusion, and it shattered the second his mouth opened and he slicked his tongue up the underside of my cock.
