“Your perfect cock looks lonely,” Luka says, maneuvering his length to align with mine, and I wrap my fingers around us both. My breath rolls through me with a shudder.
He’s not as thick as I am, but he’s a little longer and growing as he’s already starting to get hard again. Fuck, to be twenty-two again.
I stroke us slowly, circling our cock heads with my thumb, and his length throbs in reply.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long like this,” I say through ragged breaths.
“Good, because I want to watch you come, and then in round two, I’m going to tease that hole of yours until you’re begging to come again,” he says, and the final string holding back the gates breaks, and my orgasm hits hard. I pump faster, his body pushingin close, balls pressing down on mine as I draw out every last drop, coating my stomach and chest until I soften.
He leans forward, hovering above me and kissing me again. I could kiss him for hours, but I don’t get that chance, because a second later, he’s peppering kisses along my jaw and then down my neck to my pecs. He sucks one nipple into his mouth as his fingers roll the other between them, twisting as his tongue swirls. And then his tongue moves lower, and I watch as he laps up every drop before coming back up and kissing me. The combination of us both on my tongue ignites a lust I can’t say I’ve ever felt before. It’s like my body needs him the way it needs air to breathe. I have to have him. I have to have more.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on, or is it just like this because it’s with him? I have to believe it’s him, because if everyone felt like this every time they were with another person, they’d never break up, let alone get out of bed.
But then Luka breaks our kiss, pushing himself up and climbing from the bed. I can’t help but let out an audible whine.
He looks back over his shoulder with that cheeky smirk of his.
“Just grabbing the bag,” he says, and returns a second later with the small backpack I saw him carry in.
“So you’re going to tell me what’s in it now?”
“It’s just a few things I can’t keep in the house.”
“Like?” I ask, peering over to try to see inside.
He pulls out a tube of lube.
“Like this,” he says, and I chuckle.
“You keep lube in your car?”
“I keep all this shit in my car. My mom’s a bigger clean freak than me, and I’m currently living with my parents, remember?”
“Oh, right. Okay, so what else do you have in there?”
He closes the bag.
“I thought it was my turn.”
“It is, but I’m just curious. Do you have a sleeve in there, a dildo, one that vibrates, or one of those rolling bead ones?”
“You seem to know a lot about sex toys.”
I shrug. “I am older than you, so . . .”
“You’re fucking hotter than any guy my age.”
My cock twitches, and he smiles down at it.
“We’ll get to the rest of the bag later. For now, I promised you a round two.”
Chapter seventeen
Luka
IwakeearlyinReid’s arms, his chest moving against my back as his slow, rhythmic breaths tickle the sensitive skin of my neck.
Last night was amazing, and I really fucking hope he feels the same way. But I’m also slightly terrified he won’t, and so I’ve been lying here for the last ten minutes trying to convince myself I can slip out of his grasp without actually waking him up so I can delay the heartbreak that’s so likely to come.
