His nose wrinkles at that, and he eyes me skeptically. “Last time you tried to make dinner, you nearly burned the house down.”
“What! I did not!” I argue indignantly. “Just because the smoke alarm went off doesn’t mean that I almostburned the house down,you drama queen. I think it’s a factory flaw in the alarm. Or a building defect.”
One dark eyebrow lifts doubtfully. “Well, it’s never happened whenI’mcooking, just saying.”
“I did just fine when we made my mom’s cookies!” I shoot back.
“Only because Nancy talked you through it,” he retaliates, emphasizing his point with a pinch to my side.
I roll my eyes dramatically and climb off his lap. “Fine, then you can cook for us tonight. But I still maintain my innocence.”
“Of course, sunshine,” he placates me, hopping up and giving me a quick peck on the lips before shouldering past me to the kitchen.
I manage to sneak in a firm smack to that deliciously perky ass and grin smugly, watching it bounce from the impact as he goes. Dinner first, but he’s definitely getting that ass filled for dessert.
I wake the next morning to a warm, calloused palm fondling my stiff cock. We’re both already naked from the night before, and I inhale deeply and let my breath out with a satisfied hum. “This is my favorite way to wake up,” I whisper without opening my eyes, letting myself enjoy the sensation of the pads of Luke’s fingertips brushing my balls and the gentle caress of his palm over my length.
“I know,” Luke whispers back, and I can hear the smile in his voice. I frown when I realize he sounds too far away, and his hand between my legs is our only physical contact. I squint one eye open against the sunlight beaming through the window, scrunching my nose as my vision adjusts.
His mop of dark, straight hair comes into sight first, tousled every which way, then his sleepy, half-lidded eyes, his puffy lower lip, and his sharp, stubbled jaw. God, my man is a work of art, even first thing in the morning. Maybeespeciallythen, all soft and warm and half-awake, because I’m the only one who gets to have him like this.
I roll to my side and take his jaw in my hand and pull him toward me, our mouths colliding in a deep, intoxicating kiss. I swipe my tongue over his lower lip, and he opens for me readily. Kissing Luke is a full-body sensory experience. I love the scrape of his stubble over my fingertips as I tilt his head to lick further into his mouth. I love the warm slide of his tongue against mine. I love the goosebumps that sheet my skin every single time our bodies make contact like this. I love the way my heart gallops so fast it feels like it’s going to race right out of my chest.
We may have been kissing for minutes or hours for all I know before I realize his hand has stopped moving. “Keep stroking me,” I whisper into his mouth. “I love your hands on my cock.”
He lets out a thin, high-pitched whine and does as he’s told, working his hand up and down my shaft slowly, twisting his wrist at the head and swiping his thumb over the leaking tip. “Fuck, that’s it,” I breathe between kisses, “just like that.” His whole body shudders at the praise, and I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way this strong, gorgeous man turns so submissive and malleable with me. The knowledge that I’ve unlocked something in him that he’s never been able to explore before turns me on something fierce. It’s a powerful feeling.
Sliding my hand along his flank and over his chest, I settle on his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs against my palm as my fingers curl around his neck, and I squeeze lightly. Not enough to cut off oxygen, but enough that he knows I’m there. He lets out another beautiful, melodic whine and tilts his head back to give me better access. I kiss softly along his jaw, and his hand tightens around my dick when I increase my grip on his throat incrementally again.
“You have your phone handy, babe?” I ask, suckling on his earlobe now. “I think our fans are going to want to see this.”
Luke releases me and scrambles to the edge of the bed to grab his phone off the nightstand, stuffing an extra pillow behind him as I settle between his spread legs. Propping myself up on my elbows on either side of his ribcage, I give him a nod to let him know I’m ready. Once he’s recording, I begin kissing softly over his chest, gaze turned up to the lens. “Oh my god,” Luke whispers reverently as he watches me through the phone screen. “Baby, you’re so beautiful.”
I may be the more dominant one in the bedroom, but the way he looks at me and touches me is nothing short of worship. And I fully intend to return the favor.
My lips are featherlight as I make my way across his firm chest, kissing the muscled swells of his pecs and around his hard little nipples. He sucks in a breath each time I get close and pull away, teasing him. His breaths are shaky as he watches me nuzzle my nose and cheek in the space between his pecs, his short, groomed hairs scratching pleasantly against my face. His cock kicks against my stomach, and his chest heaves as he takes another gulp of air.
Reaching up with my right hand, I pluck at the little silver balls on either side of his nipple, carefully pulling at the jewelry until the pink bud is stretched taut, and then releasing it and soothing the pad of my thumb over the abused flesh. I repeatthe motion a few times, dragging a soft little “mmph” out of him with each pinch of my fingers until the nub is fully drawn out. Putting on my best sultry gaze, I peek up at the lens, wrap my lips around his nipple, andsuck.
Luke lets out a surprised cry, bucking his hips as I tongue his piercing, sliding the metal barbell gently back and forth a few times before taking it between my teeth and tugging carefully, eliciting another wail of pleasure from him. “Holy shit, baby, that feels incredible,” he moans. I release him and soothe my tongue over the bite, then return to sucking his nipple and playing with the jewelry with my tongue. I’m genuinely obsessed with it.
Once I’m satisfied that the tiny bud is raw and sensitive, and he has a couple of pretty purple marks to accentuate his piercing, I kiss down his sternum and his taut stomach to his happy trail and take his cock in hand. He bucks his hips up again, and I can tell it’s taking everything in him to keep the camera trained on me. “Jesus…fuck…” he pants. He’s already so hard in my hand, his tip flushed a dark pink, the vein running up the underside of his cock throbbing rhythmically beneath my fingers. I don’t want him to come too early, so I keep a light grasp of his shaft and lean down to suck one of his heavy balls into my mouth.
He’s positively keening now, and the sound is music to my ears. I hum in satisfaction and roll my tongue around the firm orb a few times before switching to the other. “Pull your legs up for me, babe,” I instruct, tapping his thigh. He obeys immediately, curving his spine and tilting his pelvis up so I can get better access to his hole. I study the puckered skin carefully, running my thumb soothingly over the rim.
“Is this my hole?” I growl, and Luke huffs out an affirmative whine as I continue to circle my thumb over his entrance. He’s still a little red from when I took him last night, and still a little open, making it easy to slide one finger inside. At the sametime, I lick a long stripe across his taint. His balls draw up immediately along either side of his shaft, and I back off, slowly withdrawing my finger. “So sensitive today, aren’t you?” His dark eyes are needy and desperate, and I don’t think I can tease him much longer if I want him to last. But how do I want him to finish?
I sit back on my haunches, considering my options. “I think maybe I want to bottom today,” I tell him, running my hands lightly along the backs of his thighs. “It’s been a minute since I’ve had you inside me, hasn’t it?”
Luke nods frantically, pupils blown so wide that his eyes are nearly black. I love how turned on he gets by literally anything I do to him. He’s turning out to be quite the vers king, and I am here for it. Rising up on my knees, I turn around so I’m facing away from him and straddle his waist, pushing my ass back toward his face and planting my hands on his hips. “Get me nice and wet for you then,” I purr.
Taking the phone in one hand and holding it out to one side, he uses the other hand to spread one of my cheeks for better access and doesn’t waste any time diving in. He swirls his tongue around my rim once before softening his lips and practically making out with my asshole. Using his thumb on the hand spreading me open, he gently caresses that sensitive spot right at the top of my tailbone, and I’m instantly wracked with a full-body shiver. Every nerve ending below my waist feels as if it’s lit like a stick of dynamite with a long fuse. The arousal crackles and pops beneath my skin as his tongue breaches me, and I drop my head between my shoulders and lean forward to brace myself on his thighs. I can feel his powerful muscles quaking beneath my fingers, the flowers of his cactus tattoo rippling as he shudders. The fact that he gets so turned on from eating me out like this—that I have this much of an effect on him—never ceases to amaze me.
“I’m ready,” I pant, “I’m so fucking ready, put it in me.” I don’t even wait for a response; scooting forward, I reach back and position the head of his dick at my hole, sinking slowly down onto him to give myself time to adjust. We both prefer spit to lube, but I didn’t give him much time back there, so I’m a little tighter than usual. I’m not about to stop now, though, and I have a feeling he isn’t going to last long anyway.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Luke watches as I slowly take him, whispering things like “wow” and “you’re so beautiful” under his breath. The stretch is intense, skirting the line of pleasure and pain in a way that gets me so hard. When I’m finally fully seated, my ass on his hips and our balls pressed together, I let out a deep breath. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing, and my lungs open up in relief as I suck in more air. “You okay, baby?” he checks.
“Doing great,” I assure him, my voice so thick with arousal I almost don’t even recognize it in my own ears. “Ready?”
