“If I’m the sun, then you’re the stars.”
He frowns at that. “How do you figure?”
“Well, stars only appear at night, right?” I start. “They’re surrounded by darkness, but they still show up and bring light every night without fail. They’re constant and steady and resilient, no matter what. Like you.”
Luke contemplates that for a moment. “The sun is a star too, you know.”
“Then I guess we’re two of a kind,” I say softly.
20
RILEY
It’s been unseasonably warm for November, but even I start to get a bit chilly once the sun goes down. We make our way back inside as the ads start to play before the movie.
“Can we get under the covers?” Luke asks with a shiver and a pathetic pout, pushing his lower lip out in a move that makes him look too adorable for his own good.
I had been planning to just lie on the bed on top of the duvet to watch, but I can’t help but laugh at how pitiful he looks. My sweet Cali boy has been cold this entire trip.
“You know, if we’re naked, we can share body heat,” he says wryly. “It’s a survival tactic.”
“Oh, is it?” I tease. I’m definitely not going to say no to that, though.
We both quickly strip down to our underwear and crawl under the covers. Luke pulls me into his arms, and we shift around in the bed until I end up almost on top of him with my head on his chest, the trimmed, wiry hairs scratching at my cheek. “You comfortable?” he asks, his voice soft right next to my ear. “Need a pillow or anything?”
“I’ve got two perfectly good pillows right here,” I tease, reaching up to squeeze his other pec, bouncing it a little. He laughs and swats at my hand, and I pinch his nipple, twisting the jewelry gently. He lets out a yelp, and I shush him. “The movie is starting!” I hiss playfully.
He shakes his head and relaxes back into the mountain of pillows he’s got stuffed behind him.
I likeStar Wars,but wouldn’t consider myself a huge fan or anything. I doze off a few times throughout the movie, waking when Luke shifts position or his chest rumbles with laughter under my ear. He’s so warm and comfortable, and sleeping in his arms last night was actual heaven. I’m already dreading having to stay by myself tomorrow night when we get home.
I’m woken again when the music from the end credits starts to roll. “It’s over already?” I yawn. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
Luke laughs and smooths a hand through my hair. “Yeah, baby. It’s okay, you know what happens.”
“But this was supposed to be something fun for us to do together,” I argue, feeling bad. “I shouldn’t have had so much sugar earlier.” I’m like a toddler, crashing from a sugar high. That’s embarrassing.
“We still got to do it together,” Luke says, still running his fingers gently through my hair. “It was the best surprise. And there’s no one else I would have wanted to share it with.”
I lift my head to look at him, and his eyes are full of joy and affection like I’ve never seen. His gaze roams over my face, and his hand stills in my hair. I watch him as he studies my features, a million emotions flicking across his face in minuscule twitches of his lips or eyebrows. He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I want him to be mine.
His eyes meet mine again, and before I can overthink it, I lean in to press my lips gently to his. He whimpers softly, slidinghis hand from my hair to the side of my face to cup my cheek in one large, calloused palm. I shift my hips to roll fully on top of him, and I can feel his half-hard cock pressed up against my inner thigh, my own pushing against the thin fabric of my briefs to meet his.
Taking his face between my hands, I scratch my fingers through the hair along his square jaw, and break our kiss to press my lips across his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose, his eyelids. I want to memorize his face by touch alone.
“Baby,” he rasps desperately, his voice breaking a little, “I need you. Please, baby.”
“You have me,” I tell him, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “You’ve had me for a long time already.”
His lower lip trembles, and a look of pure relief seeps into his eyes.
“Let me take care of you,” I whisper, repeating the words he said to me before our first time. I reach down to pull his briefs off, and then my own, then sit back on my haunches, straddling his thighs and taking in the sight before me. We’re both fully hard now, and I spit in my palm and take us both in hand to stroke slowly. “I love how hard you get for me,” I growl, mesmerized by the sight of us together. “I love the way this big cock feels in my ass. You fill me up so well.”
He moans and bucks up against me, but I don’t budge. Leaning over to spit on our dicks, I begin to work my hand and my hips in earnest. His balls are hard and tight already as mine rub against them, and I release our cocks to gently weigh them in my palm. He sucks in a breath as I roll the delicate orbs between my fingers. “So full already,” I croon. “Is this what you need? You need me to ride you until you’re empty?”
He lets out a high-pitched, breathy sound, writhing desperately beneath me now, and it feels cruel to make him wait for relief. Reaching up, I thumb his lower lip, signalling him toopen for me. He does, like the good boy he is, and I insert two fingers into his mouth. “Suck,” I instruct. “Get them good and wet for me, babe, okay?” He nods and obeys while I frot against him, slow and steady.
Once I’m satisfied they’re wet enough, I remove my fingers from his mouth and push one into my ass, slowly working in and out a few times before lining up a second finger to slide in alongside it. I groan at the sensation; I love being stretched so quickly like this. The little sting of pain gets me so hard so fast.
