“Can you come on me, baby?” Luke pants, reaching down to stroke himself while he watches me.
“I can do that,” I purr, using my other hand to start jerking myself off. I don’t know where this dominant side has been hiding, but holy shit, when he responds to it, it just fuels the flame inside me. I love it that we’re exploring this without any cameras. It’s just me and Luke, and whatever this is that has developed between us, and I’m so here for it. Each new time I’m with him is the hottest sex I’ve ever had, and each new time confirms and cements a bond between us like I’ve never experienced with a partner before.
That thought, along with the visual of him below me, sends me hurtling right to the edge of orgasm. The telltale tingle in my spine and tightening of my balls is immediate, and I barely have time to choke out, “I’m coming,” before I’m shooting all over his stomach and his cock, my ass clenching tightly around my fingers as I ride out the orgasm.
Gasping in a few deep breaths, I take in the sight of Luke covered in me. He looks absolutely sinful covered in my cum with his hard cock dripping and adding to the mess. Pulling my fingers free of myself, I run them through the mess on his stomach and use it to slick up his cock. I rise up on my knees and line his thick head up with my entrance, sinking down slowly. “That’s it, babe,” I groan as he fills me. “That’s perfect.”
Invigorated by the praise, Luke plants both feet firmly on the bed and sits up, scooting us back to lean against the headboard. He begins to pump up into me, taking me by the hips to help me ride him. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he whines. “I love being inside you.”
“Come for me then,” I urge, rocking my hips in time with his thrusts. My spent, sensitive cock is brushing across his abs lightly, and every nerve in my body is overly responsive. “Come on, fill me up.”
He reaches one hand up to the back of my neck, pulling my lips down to his as his hips begin to stutter. He’s whimpering softly into the bruising kiss as I feel his release warm inside of me. His thrusts slow, and he pulls away to suck in a breath of air, holding my head to his as he comes down from the high.
After a moment, Luke shifts as if he’s going to pull out, and I grip his thigh firmly to stop him. “Not yet,” I whisper. “Just stay in me as long as you can, babe, okay?” He nods weakly and drops his head back against the headboard. I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, settling against his chest.
We’re both quiet for a long time, our even breaths and the noise of the theater closing up for the night in the distance, the only sound all the way out here. Eventually, his soft cock slides out of me, and he reaches a finger back to graze my hole, feeling his cum drip out. His breath hitches a little, and he hums in approval. “I really like when you take charge,” he murmurs, still caressing my used hole.
“Yeah? I think I like it too.”
He twists to look down at me in surprise. “It’s not normally like that for you?”
“I guess…yes and no,” I say, thinking about it. “I’ve never really had a problem saying what I want in bed, but I’ve never had a partner who’s as into it as you are. You’re so responsiveto me, and it just gets me going. Seeing how much you seem to enjoy it makes me enjoy it too.”
“I’ve never had a partner like you,” he admits, and my ego puffs up a bit at that. “People expect me to be the dominant one because of how I look, I think…and it’s not that I can’t be…it’s just really nice to be able to trust someone else to take charge for once.”
My heart flips at that, and I lean in to kiss the corner of his jaw. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“I do trust you, Ry,” he says earnestly. “I don’t know why it’s easier for me with you. But what I was trying to say…when I said I need you…I don’t know how to explain it, or why…but I just…” He sighs in frustration when he can’t seem to find the words he wants.
“Hey,” I whisper, leaning back and taking his chin in my hands. “I know. I feel it too.” He wilts a little, and suddenly he looks very, very tired. I press a soft, chaste kiss to his lips. “We’ll figure it out, okay? We’re in this together. But for now, I think we should get some sleep. We have an early flight in”—I lean over to look at the clock—“five hours. Everything else can wait.”
Luke swallows and nods, settling down into his pile of pillows and holding me against him. Slowly, he begins to relax, and his breaths turn deep and even. I listen to him breathe for a while, completely content in a way I don’t think I ever have been in my life.
There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
21
LUKE
By the time we’re out of the airport and on the road to Riley’s place, I’m exhausted and hangry, and all I want to do is crawl into bed and not move a muscle until tomorrow morning. But I’m also not ready to say goodbye to Riley yet, so when we pull up to his place and he asks if I want to come in for a bit, I immediately say yes.
“Man, I must really be out of it,” Riley grumbles as he struggles to unlock the front door. His key doesn’t seem to want to work, and I’m just about to head around the back of the old Craftsman-style home to see if a window or back door is unlocked when the front door swings open, and a tall, thin man in an expensive-looking pressed suit scowls down at us.
Riley takes a step back into me, and suddenly every protective instinct in my body is on high alert. “Who are you?” he asks uncertainly.
“Chad Ellsworth,” the man sniffs, looking down his nose at us. “I own this place. Who the hell areyou?”
“Riley Cunningham…I live here.” His voice is uncertain, the last word lilting up like a question, and I hate everything about that. I put a reassuring hand on his lower back.
“Hm. Tyler didn’t mention anything about a roommate.” Chad Ellsworth is still looming in the doorway, and I think that scowl might be stuck to his face. I don’t know who the fuck this guy is, but I don’t like the way he’s talking to Riley.
“Well, I live here,” Riley argues, more firmly this time. “I have for four months now. I’ve been on time for rent, and Tyler didn’t mention any kind of problem. I’ve been out of town for the holiday weekend and just got home.”
“Well, I’m sorry to inform you that you don’t live here anymore.” He doesn’t sound sorry about it at all, actually. “I own this home, and my son didn’t hold up his end of the agreement we made in order for him to live here. So, effective immediately, he’s being evicted. And that goes for you, too.”
“I’m sorry,what?” I snarl, unable to stay silent any longer.
Ellsworth’s frown deepens. “Who are you, his dad?”
