The heat of him was ten times what it had been over his clothes, but the best part of it, so far, was how this clicked into place in my mind. Like coming home, the silk of his skin, the slick glide from his precome, the weight in my palm … Love at first grasp, and I wanted more.
Luke shivered. “Oh fuck, yeah, Playboy.”
Damn. His words in that desperate, throaty tone …
“You can call me Playboy. I like it. You do too. You want this.”
“Yes. Yes, I want you,” he breathed.
“Luke,” I whispered and kissed his chin.
“I’m sorry for what I said before.” Luke palmed my jaw and brushed his thumb over my lower lip. His hips never stopped, but his chin shivered, revealing his rising desire, when he said, “I was an idiot. They turn me into someone I don’t want to be.”
“I understand,” I said, keeping the pressure light, ensuring the friction only made him want more.
He swallowed with a dry click. “You shouldn’t have to. Oh, fuck, mmm. Can I kiss you?”
I huffed. “You don’t have to ask.”
“I haven’t yet. Thought maybe I should at least once.”
“Yeah, Luke. Kiss me.”
He gripped the sides of my head and plastered his lips to mine. His stubble slightly burned my chin, but his tongue made me easily forget. We twisted and curled together. Luke sucked my lips, then licked them before devouring my mouth again. I loved how he could be so hot for me, but then let me do whatever I pleased with him.
Tingles bubbled outward until chills on my skin made me shake with need, lightheaded as blood rushed south, and I groaned in frustration. This tease had backfired.
Luke turned and backed me against the wall. I released his length and steadied myself with my hands on his hips. He gripped the hair at the back of my head in one hand, and with the other, tunneled into my loose-fitting pants to clutch my ass.
“Is this …” He stilled, then smoothed his hand over my cheek. “Is this lace?”
I scraped my bottom lip with my teeth and nodded. “From the picture. I’m not sure how I feel about them, but if you’re a good boy tonight, I’ll wear them again. Just. For. You.”
Luke hissed, lips pulled tight, and slipped a finger between my cheeks.
“Ah, fuck,” I panted when he kissed down to my jaw.
“We need, uh, words, mmmm,” he said between kisses and licks on my skin. He mouthed along my jawline to my ear, then bit the lobe, all while rubbing over the lace caught in my crease.
“Ahh, what?” Words?
“Sex. Consent. Prep. We need. Shit.” Each broken word was punctuated with sucking along my neck and humping our hard cocks together through our clothes.
“Right.”
Luke squeezed my ass cheek and tugged it slightly open. He didn’t go further, but the question was there. Did I want more?
“Ahh, yes,” I moaned in answer. “Uh, yes. Yes to that.”
Luke chuckled and licked a slow swipe from the base of my throat to my chin. He sucked on my Adam’s apple, then bit it.
“Oh, hell yeah.” I hummed with his mouth on my pulse. “Need you. Want you. Let me take it.”
“What?”
I grinned. “You promised me a fat load.”
Luke pulled away with his pupils damn near pulsing with hunger. The hand in my hair pulled me in for another kiss, and then he pushed me to my knees.
