“Yeah,” he puffs out, running a reverent hand along my spine. “Fuck yourself on me.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Slowly, I lift my hips off of him, drawing him out of me to the tip before lowering back down. I increase the pace on each descent, and after just a few thrusts, he’s moaning beneath me, and his fingertips are bruising my skin where his left hand has settled on my waist. I’m still braced against his thighs, and I don’t dare touch my dripping cock for fear of coming before I get my chance in his ass.
“Mmph, baby,” he whines, his voice high-pitched and strained, “I need to come…Can I come yet?”
Fuck, I love that he asks me permission every time. “Do it,” I command, picking up my pace. The spit is long gone now, and there’s a slight sting as I post up and down on him, but I don’t care. All I care about is finishing my man. “Come for me, babe.”
Leaning forward, Luke bands his free arm around my waist and pumps up into me, dropping his forehead to the back of my neck and panting, “Babybabybaby” as he unloads inside me. His cum coats my insides and lubricates his last few feeble thrusts as he goes boneless against my back. “Sorry,” he groans. “You felt so fucking good…I couldn’t hold on.”
I twist to look at him, but only manage to get a glimpse of the top of his head. Reaching back, I card my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “That’s okay…just means it’s my turn.”
Lifting his head, he gives me a lazy, satiated smile and hands me the phone—which is still recording—as he helps me off his lap. There’s a scramble of limbs that I’m sure makes theBlair Witch Projectlook like a cinematic masterpiece as I turn him on his side and he props a pillow under his hips. He hisses as I gently take hold of his spent cock and swipe some of the cum off to coat my hard length with it. “Fuck, that looks so good,” I croon, watching through the phone screen as I rise up on my knees and slide my aching hardon between his closed thighs. “I want to come on you just like this.”
“Yes, baby, please,” Luke mewls as I plant one foot flat on the bed behind his back and adjust my angle so that I’m grazing his soft sac with each thrust.
Holy shit, why does this feel so good? I pounded him pretty hard last night and only decided to change it up to give his hole a break, but I might have to fuck him like this more often. The way he crosses his ankles and squeezes his powerful thighs together to create a tight channel for me to fuck into nearly has me losing my mind in the foreign sensation.
Taking the phone back from me, he aims it down to where my cock is disappearing between his legs, freeing my hands to grip his ass and his knee for support. “Fuck, babe, every part of you feels so fucking good,” I pant, quickening my pace. I can already feel my balls pulling up tight against my body, the familiar tingleof pleasure simmering low in my spine. “You’re gonna make me come already.”
“Come all over me,” Luke whines. “Mark me, baby, please…”
His words rouse that untamed beast inside me, and I can feel my orgasm bearing down on me. But I want to do exactly what he asks, so at the last moment, I pull back and yank his top knee up so that his legs are spread open wide. Looking directly into the camera lens, I jerk myself fast and hard until I’m exploding all over his soft cock, reveling in the way my cum drips down his balls until the strength of the orgasm forces my eyes shut. I can vaguely make out Luke’s voice through the haze in my mind, but I can’t tell what he’s saying.
Finally, I can’t hold myself upright anymore and I drop forward onto his stomach, not even caring about smearing the mess between us. That can be future Riley’s problem.
Luke immediately wraps one strong arm around me and kisses my temple. “That was so hot, baby, holy fuck.”
I think I manage a smile, but forming an intelligible sentence is still a little too difficult at the moment.
“Say goodbye to the camera,” Luke teases, and I give a half-hearted smile and attempt a wave at the lens before he presses stop and tosses his phone away. He tilts my head up to meet my lips in a soft kiss, and I sigh against him. How does every single time with him get better and better? How does it feel like I’ve known him my whole life and not just six months? If I didn’t know better, I would swear that he was made just for me. That we were destined to be together since before the dawn of time.
I grew up being taught and believing in a God who created me for a purpose, and in this moment, I believe wholeheartedly that that purpose is to love Luke Larson with everything that I’ve got in me.
Love.Maybe that word should terrify me. I’ve never been in love before, so I’ve always wondered how I would know if I was.But there’s no other word in my vocabulary to describe what I’m feeling for Luke—what I’vebeenfeeling—other than love.
Pulling back to look at his handsome face, a content smile curving his lips, I want to say the words to him so badly. But something holds me back. A still, quiet voice in the recesses of my mind that says,he’s not ready to accept it.
Luke’s brow furrows as he looks at me. “What is it, sunshine?” he asks softly.
Smiling at the nickname, I take his face in both hands and kiss him soundly once more. “Nothing, babe,” I assure him. “Just thinking about how happy I am.”
The wide, toothy grin he gives me makes my heart flutter. If he’s not ready to hear that I love him, I’ll just have to show him.
26
LUKE
Ican’t believe what I’m looking at. I have to be seeing this wrong.
Because if I’m not, I’ve lost almost half of my subscriptions in the last ninety days.
Dropping my elbows to the desk, I rest my head in my hands, close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. This doesn’t make sense. EveryonewantedRiley and I to collab exclusively. The fansaskedfor this. We’ve been on a steady schedule of posting content together twice a month with occasional solo videos, sometimes with one of us recording the other and sometimes just recording on our own. I’ve been doing exactly what they asked for, so what thefuckis going on?
Logging out of my Fanboy account, I switch to Riley’s. His stats show that his subs are down too, though not nearly as significantly. He doesn’t have as many subscribers as I do, so the impact isn’t quite as big, but there’s been an obvious decline. My heart feels like it’s going to climb up my throat as I click on our most recent video—Riley blowing me at the beach one morning on our run when no one was around—and scroll through some of the comments.
Ugh, when is Riley going to ditch this old guy?
Boooring. We’re tired of seeing the same shit, change it up!
