“Fuck yes, make me come,” he groans, increasing his pace. I spit in my palm and stroke him fast and hard until his moans transform into helpless whimpers and his movements become erratic. His entire body tenses, and he throws his head back on a shout as his climax slams into him. I can feel the warm trickle of his cum run down the back of my hand, and I want to lick it off so badly, but I focus instead on Riley and helping him slowly come down from such a powerful wave of pleasure.
Finally, his body goes slack, and he collapses back against me, my hard cock still buried inside him as he catches his breath. We don’t speak for a long moment; I’m just enjoying the sound of the water hitting the tile and the feel of him under my hands as I continue to gently stroke his belly and occasionally drop a kiss on his shoulder.
When Riley stands to rinse off, I allow myself a moment to take in his gorgeous body, staring unashamedly. He catches me, of course, and purses his lips in a playful little smirk as he lightly smacks his own ass before cutting the water flow. I laugh at how adorable he is and pull a towel off the hook to hold open for him. He reaches for it, but I don’t release it. Instead, I dry him myself, running the fabric all over his torso, down each of his arms and legs, and finally scrubbing at his hair. He’s laughing again, and it’s the most beautiful sound. Our eyes lock, and we both freeze. My hands are on either side of his face, and I can’t resist leaning forward to place a featherlight kiss on the tip of his nose.
“You didn’t come yet,” he whispers.
My lips curve up, and I shake my head slightly. Of course that’s what he’s worried about right now. Not whether the camera captured any of this, or if we have any usable footage,and not about the amazing orgasm he just had—he’s worried about me being taken care of.
My heart feels impossibly big. It feels like it might burst out of my chest at any moment. It feels so full of joy that it physically aches. “Don’t worry, sunshine,” I whisper, so softly the camera won’t pick it up, “there’s plenty of time for that.”
17
RILEY
Nothing about Luke Larson is what I expected, but the more we’re together, the more he becomes pliant and needy in a way I never would have anticipated. He’s the perfect stereotypical top, and he’s always taken on the more dominant role effortlessly. But when he’s with me, he turns into a submissive puddle. I noticed it first with Dante and thought maybe it was because Luke was deferring to him since he joined in late, but it’s just us today, and the way he asks permission for everything he’s about to do and has let me take the lead has awoken this feral, toppy beast inside me.
My ex was so inexperienced that I had to teach him what I liked, which came with a lot of verbal direction. He used to joke that I was a power bottom, but I thought it was just that I knew what I liked. Now I’m wondering if maybe he was onto something, because the way Luke seems to naturally defer to me, and it’s been so easy for me to take charge is a dynamic I’ve never fully experienced with a partner. I kind of love it. And maybe that’s why Benji and I weren’t a good fit…maybe he was too dominant for my taste.
Luke is looking at me now with affection and warmth in those beautiful, dark eyes, and he pulls me in for a sweet kiss as he finishes towel-drying my hair. Before I even realize what’s happening, he’s wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and I let out a startled little squeal. He laughs and kisses me again, turning and walking us toward the bedroom. I can’t say I’ve ever been carried to bed before. I’m a bit shorter than he is, but I’m not exactly a small guy. “How are you doing this?” I mutter against his lips.
He laughs and releases me to drop onto the bed on my back, collapsing on top of me when I refuse to unwind my legs from his waist. He catches himself on his elbows and cages me in, still laughing as he leans in to kiss me again. Our lips move together in a relaxed, unhurried rhythm, and I wrap my arms around him to pull us even closer together, wanting as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
After a few minutes, he breaks the kiss and nuzzles his nose against mine. “Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I whisper back, a slow smile breaking across my face as he nestles into my neck and relaxes on top of me. We lay entwined for a few minutes, his breath warm on my neck and his stubble scratching at my skin. I press a kiss to the top of his head and run my fingers soothingly up and down his spine. He melts into my touch and shifts so that he’s not fully on top of me before seeking out my lips again.
God, I could stay like this forever.
Luke’s kisses quickly go from lazy and sensual to a little bit desperate, almost frantic. I can feel how hard he is as he ruts against my hip, and I need to take care of that for him, stat. His thigh is thrown across my own, and I reach down and give it a firm smack before tightening my grip and rubbing soothing circles into the sting. He lets out a grunt of surprise into mymouth, and I can tell he liked it when I feel a pulse of precum trail across my skin. I growl in satisfaction and give his ass another slap, this one a bit harder, and he breaks away from my mouth with a gasp. His pupils are blown wide, and he’s panting hard now.Oh, he definitely likes this.
“I love this ass,” I growl at him, squeezing one of his muscular cheeks roughly. “And I haven’t even gotten to enjoy it yet.”
I tap his thigh and gesture for him to roll off of me, and he obeys without complaint. A look of confusion crosses his face as I readjust, propping a pillow under my head and guiding him on top of me so that he’s straddling my stomach but facing away from me. He twists to look at me over his shoulder as I tug his hips back, and he hesitates, uncertain what I want.
“Get up here,” I rumble, pulling his ass toward me again. “Sit on my face.”
His eyes widen in a way that would be comical if I weren’t already getting hard again, and he quickly scrambles to his knees and scoots back. God, he has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen. Perfectly round from hours in the gym, with two deep dimples in his lower back that I grip to settle him where I want him, right over my mouth. Spreading his cheeks wide with my palms, I get a good look at his hole for the first time.
It’s fucking beautiful. Perfectly groomed, pleated pink skin just waiting for my mouth. “Holy shit, babe,” I breathe in awe. “Where’s your phone? I’ve gotta record this.”
Luke reaches a shaky hand over to the nightstand to fetch it for me, and I quickly spread him open again, fumbling to open the camera app and press record. “Look at that,” I murmur, making sure the camera is capturing everything before leaning in to lick softly over the tight opening. He lets out a soft cry of pleasure and I go in again, circling my tongue a few times and then pulling back to let out a soft puff of air against the wetskin. He whines, and I marvel at the way his hole flutters at the sensation of my breath on him.
“Your hole is so pretty, babe,” I say reverently, zooming the camera in for a better look. I suddenly want in there, badly. It’s been awhile since I topped, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t do that. But this little pucker is now the sole object of all my fantasies.
Propping my elbow up on his lower back and checking to ensure the angle is good, I eagerly dive back in, sliding my tongue between his cheeks and lapping at his asshole like this is my last meal. It doesn’t take long before he’s whimpering and bucking his hips, and the camera is shaking too much for me to keep this position. For the first time, I’m annoyed at having to record this. I snarl in frustration, and the vibration of the noise pulls another beautiful, needy sound from Luke.
Pulling off of him, I adjust and hold the phone out so that I can get a good shot of his dick hanging hard and heavy between his legs and use my free hand to take hold of him and stroke gently downward. His hips buck and his head drops between his shoulders as he fights to keep himself propped upright on his elbows. “You ready to give me that load?” I hum, stroking him more firmly. He’s leaking all over my hand, gasping and whimpering as his hips rock in time with my movements, thighs trembling. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”
Checking that his dick is in frame once more, I lean in and nose between his cheeks, searching his hole out with my tongue. I don’t have enough hands to hold him open, so it’s a bit of a challenge, but I manage to find my target and I suck at his rim, humming in my throat at the same time I twist my wrist around the head of his cock, and that’s all it takes. He’s coming on a shout and a chorus of, “Oh my god…oh my fucking god…” as his release spills over my hand and onto my stomach.
And then, to my absolute shock, my own cock is giving a valiant kick of its own, and my balls are emptying the last of their reserves completely untouched. I’ve never gone hands-free before, and I’m so stunned that a completely embarrassing, strangled sound escapes from my throat as I try to focus on massaging Luke through his orgasm.
When we’re both wrung dry, he manages to climb off of me and turn around to collapse on the bed, tucking himself into my side before his entire body goes limp. I manage to stop the recording before dropping his phone somewhere on the nightstand. Or maybe the floor. I roll toward him and wrap my arms around him, his big body somehow feeling vulnerable and small pressed up against me. Our legs entwine and I run a hand through his thick, still-damp hair, dipping down to the velvety, short buzz on the sides of his head to scratch lightly. I have a bad habit of biting my nails, so it’s basically just the pads of my fingers rubbing his scalp, but he hums in contentment and takes a deep breath, releasing it in a long, sated sigh. He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go anywhere, and I’m certainly not either.
“Good, then?” I ask finally, resting my head against the top of his.
“Mmhmm,” Luke purrs, nuzzling into my neck and scooting even closer to me. “You’re amazing at that.”
