“If I can be technical? You are touching my pants.”
“Well, we’d better remedy this right away.” I grasped his pantsand eased them over his hips, his cock rising to greet me, stiff and flushed. I smiled. “Do you always forget your underwear?”
His cheeks were almost glowing. “I showered after practice, and…”
Then it hit me. “You were serious about the not waiting part.”
“Can you get to the part where I am wearing no clothes, please?”
I took his mouth in a heated kiss. “I like that you said please,” I whispered against his lips. Then I went back to removing his pants, and finally he lay on my bed, naked and hard.
I stripped off my top and jeans, until only my briefs were left. Then I lay at his side, my head resting against his shoulder as I slid my hand over his chest, his taut belly that quivered as my fingers skated over it. I focused on his eyes, resisting the lure of his cock.
Mom had taught me it was impolite to stare, and I knew I’d be doing a lot of that.
Luka turned his face toward me, and our mouths met in a slow, sweet kiss. I moved my hand lower, meeting the light fur on his inner thighs. Luka’s breathing hitched.
A moment of hesitation, and then my fingertips found warm, silken skin.
Luka’s dick twitched, and I stroked it, rubbing my thumb over the head.
“Dean,” he whispered.
I kissed him again, swallowing each low noise as I traced the underside of his cock with a single finger, keeping the touch barely there.
I still can’t believe this is real.
I grabbed his thigh and spread him wide, resting it against my own before exploring his soft sac. Luka’s dick tapped his belly, and I curled my fingers around its girth, kissing him, Luka tilting his hips to push the warm, solid flesh through the funnel of my hand.
“It… it feels good.” His voice shook.
“Yeah, it does.” What got to me, however, was the sound of his breathing, so loud in the quiet room, the way he writhed, unable tokeep still, the way his lips sought mine. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my thigh against his ass, from kissing him, stroking him, connecting us.
Luka hooked his thigh over me, and now I couldn’t stop moving either. I pushed my own rigid shaft against his leg, working his dick with faster, firmer strokes, unable to resist the call of his lips, loving the whimpers that escaped him. Except now my harsh breaths mingled with his.
Luka brought his hand to my cheek. “Please…”
I kissed a path down his body, until the head of his cock was maybe an inch away. I shifted lower on the bed, curved my fingers around the root, and took him into my mouth.
His dick was warm, silky, and nothing like I’d imagined.
Luka’s groan was instant, and I took him a little deeper, flicking the head with my tongue, doing everything I knew to drive him wild. I tugged on his balls, playing with him the way no one ever did enough with me. I rubbed his taint, and his moans intensified as my fingers inched closer to his hole.
I went right back to kissing him, my hand in constant motion on his shaft.
“You wanna keep going?” I asked between kisses.
His gaze met mine. “Yes.” Then he pulled me into a fervent kiss, his chest rising and falling faster now. When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, more focused than I’d ever seen them. “Dean…”
The way he said my name this time that made me still.
“Yeah?”
He hesitated, his hand tightening where it rested against me. “Can I ask you something?” His voice was quieter, more careful.
“Yeah, you can ask me anything.”
He held my gaze for a second longer. “Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you lick my… hole?”
