“It’s yours.”
He kisses me and starts pulling me down the hallway.
We're naked on Luke's California King in a few rushed, short minutes. I drink him in, forcing the vision of him naked, on his back, hand wrapped around his leaking cock, into my brain. I never want to forget how he looks right now, bruises, cuts and all. Because tonight he’s finally, completely, mine. And I’ll be his.
He reaches for me, roughly, digging his fingers into my shoulder as he pulls me down on top of him. “Are you ready for this? Because we don’t have to.”
“I have wanted you to fuck me since I was a teenager,” I promise him.
"Yeah, but there's no timeline anymore. I'm not going anywhere."
I smile against his neck, before sliding my eager mouth to his ear. “Good because I will want this more than once. But I’m betting I can only take it once tonight.”
“Noah… I’m serious. No pressure. You can fuck me instead tonight and we’ll swap eventually.”
I pull back to lock eyes with him. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
I take a deep breath and savor the words I never thought I’d get to hear him say. Then, I smile. “Then fuck me, Luke.”
He bites his bottom lip, as he contemplates, and then he lets it go, on a long slow exhale. "My pleasure.”
And then… he’s gone. He gets off the bed so fast that I feel panic and it takes me a minute to realize he’s just going to the bathroom. Still, I don’t like his absence so I follow him. He’s standing at the counter, an open vanity drawer in front of him. He glances over his shoulder. “Supplies.”
I nod, walking up behind him, pressing my cock against his ass cheeks and gripping his hips, as he pulls lube and condoms out of the drawer. My eyes land on his cock in the mirror as it stands, long and hard, between the vanity and his stomach. That is going inside of me. The thought douses my desire with anxiety. I mean, yeah, I know it works. I’ve been inside Luke many times. But I’m nervous. I still want it though.
He turns, but I don't move so now his ass is against the vanity, and our cocks are pressed together. I shudder, my eyes still fixated on his length. He puts a hand under my chin and moves my head until my eyes raise to his. "We don't have to."
“I want to,” I reply and lean in, kissing him deeply. “But truly, I’m more nervous than I was losing my other virginity.”
Luke smiles at me with a gentleness that takes my breath away. He kisses me softly. “I promise I’ll make it enjoyable.”
I nod and we kiss again, all tongues and teeth and want and need. Our hands grope each other roughly, and as I bend to suck his left nipple into my mouth, I hear the pop of the cap on the bottle of lube. Luke pulls me off his chest with a grunt and I let him manhandle me into a position he wants which is apparently me facing the mirror and him behind me. “Grab your cock. Jerk off for me.”
I fist myself and lock eyes with him in the mirror. His gaze is dark and heated and he bites his lower lip as he watches my hand move up and down my length. And then… I feel it. His fingers, slick with lube, slipping between my ass cheeks. I tense and he feels it. His fingers don't stop moving, though, and now they're pushing against my hole, and oh… oh fuck. Yeah. Ow… No, wow. I’ll never get over the avalanched of sensations that tumble through me with ass play.
“You okay rookie?” he asks softly.
“Mmm..” I push back on him, taking more of his sticky fingers inside me.
When I manage to flutter my eyes open he’s grinning like a feral cat in the mirror. “Your ass is so tight and perfect.”
I don't answer with anything more than a grunt because it's all I can manage. He's moving inside me now, two thick fingers, not just in and out but scissoring, and now and then he hits some part of me that causes my brain to fizzle and pop like a faulty electrical panel and oh my god it leaves me euphoric and ravenous for more.
“Fuck me now,” I beg.
“Not like this,” Luke replies and I have to let go of my cock because I’ll come any second if I don’t and this is not how I want to go off.
His fingers leave me, and I feel vacant and so sexually frustrated I could scream. He pulls me, not to the bed but to the wide wooden bench with a brown leather cushioned top he has in the corner of the bathroom, between the shower and the door to his walk-in closet. I've watched him sit there and pull on his socks more times than I can count. He drops down onto it, back against the wall, and I stand in front of him and watch him pop the top on the lube again. He rolls the condom over his cock and drops a generous amount of lube on top of it. "Prep me, baby."
I drop to my knees between his and glide my hand over his tip and down his shaft, bringing the lube with me. He adds more and more lube until he’s drenched and I’m filled with anxiety again. Oh my god, we’re doing this.
He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand off him. “Straddle me.”
I get to my feet again and look down at him and the bench. There's just enough leather on either side of his massive thighs for my shins. He wants me to ride him, face-to-face because it's more intimate. I don't know if I can. I don't know if I'll be able to fuck him. I'm a chicken shit, which is insane because I want this. I do. But riding him, being in charge of the pace and the rhythm… I don’t have the guts.
"Don't overthink it, rookie," he whispers gruffly and yanks on the wrist he’s still holding. "Don't think at all. Just kiss me and let go."
