I hummed, accepting that, and scrambled to get to his skin. I tugged and pulled until I got my hands under his suit and button-down.
“Too many clothes,” I whined.
Luke bit my neck hard, then shuffled to his knees and tackled buttons and clasps. I sat up to help, probably causing the whole process to take longer.
“Lay back,” he said.
I scraped my teeth over my lower lip and did as he asked. My own way, of course. With one hand behind my head, I teased my balls with the other, enjoying the striptease.
Luke scanned my body, focusing between my legs for long seconds. “Hairless.”
“Told you. Like it?”
“I like it, but I want to see you with hair too.” He wrestled free of clothes in all haste, muscles flexing in both his chest and arms as he reached for his pants. “What do you want tonight?” he asked.
We’d never been so fully uncovered to each other. I’d had glimpses of torso and a glorious dick, of course, but the total package was much better. Broad, rounded shoulders with just enough muscle they filled out suits well. Defined pecs, with a flat, lean stomach that wasn’t intimidating.
“Everything,” I said. “I want you to forget about them. I want this to be our first of many. I want to see you smile again.”
Luke paused, thumbs in his boxers. When he straightened, I figured I’d fucked up. Somehow, I’d said something wrong. But he smiled. Luke smiled and captured both of my hands.
“Come ’ere,” he said and hauled me to my feet. He cradled me to his chest, one hand on my back and the other skimming lower and lower. “We’ll do everything, but in my bed. Not a quick fuck on the sofa.”
I cocked my head. “Rain check on the quick fuck?”
A low, rumbly laugh vibrated his chest into mine. “Definitely.”
Luke escorted me upstairs, hand in hand. The bathroom gave us the only light other than the window. He let go of me long enough to finish undressing, and then he had me back in his arms and surrounded in body heat.
Soft skin, rough hair, and seeking hands smoothed, tugged, gripped, and glided over everything within reach. I didn’t press for more. I didn’t push him down onto the bed. We stood just to the side of it, exploring, kissing.
Our erections met in the middle as our lips did. Luke kissed slowly along my jaw and down my neck. I trailed the backs of my fingers over his ribs and sides. There was no rush.
When he brought his mouth to mine again, I took it as my turn. I licked a stripe under his jaw and sucked his Adam’s apple. I had always wanted to do that. So fucking sexy. Luke hummed, making my tongue tingle. I nipped him, and he dug eager fingers into the cheeks of my ass.
Muscled thighs brushed my slender ones, and I snaked a leg around him.
I wanted to fall to my knees. I wanted to worship his cock fully naked this time with the freedom of space and time. But I didn’t want it to be over.
As if he had the same thoughts in mind, Luke said, “We don’t have to stop. I want you in every way, but it doesn’t have to all be tonight. It won’t all be tonight.”
“I don’t know what to do first,” I confessed. “You’re like a kitchen filled with all my favorite foods, and I don’t know where to start.”
Luke gripped the sides of my head and stared into my eyes, his own sparking as a slow smile curled kiss-swollen lips. “Then how about I start?”
Idroppedtomyknees, and Asher hissed, tunneling his fingers into my hair.
How was this possible? How, after so many years pushing this need away, had this one young man shown me how to be the one thing I never thought I could?
Me.
Asher had shown me how to beme.
I wanted this to last forever, to express to him all night long how grateful I was, but the fact remained, my orgasm wouldn’t wait. If I didn’t make a move, dosomething, I was going to come like a fourteen-year-old me having a wet dream. With my hands firmly clasped onto his hips, fingertips digging into the meat of his cheeks, denying their need to tremble, I buried my face into his groin and groaned.
He’d gone all out for our date, waxing away every trace of hair for the ruse that had brought us to this moment. The moment of being with him like this, vulnerable and authentic, or the moment of me on my knees for him, worshipping the chance he’d given me? Both, perhaps, and both were inevitable from thestart.
Woody, smokey, and sweet, Asher had used my bodywash. Trailing my open mouth over his soft skin, inhaling deeply, I tasted his heat, tasted my scent on him.
