“Yes,” I admit.
“I’ll always give it to you, Hunt. Whatever you want, you only have to ask.”
My heart feels funny, fluttery, like it’s struggling to keep a steady beat, but then it rights itself again.
Lucas stands up, takes my hand, and pulls me to my bed. “Condoms and lube?”
“Top drawer,” I reply, watching as he grabs them, setting both on the bed beside me.
“I want a bit more of my bedtime snack, and then I’ll get you open real good with my fingers.” He smirks, all playfuland fun. “Hold your legs up for me, football star.”
He winks, and I roll my eyes but do as he says, arms beneath my knees, pulling them up and opening for Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Why do I like his name so much?
He does as promised, starting with my nuts, giving them attention with his mouth before sinking lower. He licks, probes, fucks, tastes, everything he can do to my ass besides giving me his fingers or his cock. It’s fucking incredible. It’s not enough. I writhe and beg, not caring how needy I sound.
“You’re killing me.” He grabs the lube and slicks his fingers. “Look at this pretty hole. It’s perfect,” Lucas says, pushing a finger inside.
“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed, needing a minute. Everything feels overwhelming but not enough to want to stop.
One finger becomes two, in and out. Each time he crooks them, rubbing my prostate, I damn near jolt off the bed. Lucas takes his time with me, like we have all night, like we could lie in this bed for days on end, doing nothing but fucking if we wanted to, going back to one finger, then two, finally giving me three, then two again, twisting, stretching, preparing me for his cock. My whole body is on edge, sated but not, satisfied but not, until I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t give me what I want.
“Fuck me, Lucas. Now. I want your cock.”
“Christ.” He pulls his fingers free, shoves to his knees, and gets all wrapped up. Once he has the condom slicked with lube, Lucas positions me on my side, top leg bent high, him settling in behind me. He presses the head of his cock against my hole, slowly pushing in. It’s different taking his dick thanit was his fingers, my body needing to adjust to his girth.
“That’s it…fuck, you feel good. Let me inside. I’ll take care of you, Hunt. I promise.”
I nearly melt into the bed, feeling…soft and cared for and wanted. It’s strange that this seems so unique, like it’s so totally new, and no one has ever wanted me this much.
I turn my head, and reading my expression, he takes my mouth, pushes his tongue between my lips as he continues breaching my ass. I take more and more of him, stretch for him, Lucas going slowly so my body can get used to him, until he’s fucking deep, as deep as he can go, holding himself there, inside me, and just…kissing and kissing and kissing.
“You ready?” he asks against my lips.
“Yeah. So fucking ready.”
Lucas grins, and it’s like an electric jolt to my chest. And then he’s pulling back before thrusting sharply back in.
“Fuck yes,” I say. “God, you feel good.”
Lucas holds my face with his tattooed arm, rings pressing into my skin as he forces me to look at him. My lips part, quick breaths puffing out as he hammers into me, stroking my prostate, his eyes holding mine.
It feels so good.
Hefeels so good.
But the way he’s looking at me is almost too much, like he’s seeing things he’s not supposed to see, and that scares the fuck out of me. I press our lips together again, kissing and fucking and feeling.
Lucas lets go of my face, lowering his hand to my cock, jerking me off. There’s a kink in my neck because of how I’m holding my head, but I don’t care. I would stay in this position all night if he could fuck me that long.
“You’re close,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine.
