Page 32 of The Mechanics of Lust

I glanced at his cock and raised a brow. “That’s some challenge you’re laying down there.”

His expression softened and he cupped my cheek. “I don’t mind what we do ordon’tdo. No expectations, no pressure.”

I considered his fucking perfect answer and it was tempting, but there was no way I was leaving that house without at least giving it a go.

I stopped at his shoulder and went up on my toes to lick the shell of his ear. “Just take it slow. I’ll bow to your experience in getting me ready.”

“I’ll get you there.” He turned and snagged my mouth in a quick kiss. I let him, then tut-tutted and pushed his face back around to face the front.

He snorted in amusement but stayed put as I did another circle, stopping at his back to run both hands down and over his firm arse and those soft blond hairs I’d caught a glimpse of three weeks before. It was a surreal moment. I squeezed the two handfuls of arse and pressed a kiss between Luke’s shoulders.

He groaned and asked in a gravel voice, “You gonna fuck me, Zach? Because I’d really like that.”

I blinked. Surprised. In my fantasies, I’d maybe hoped, but the truth was I’d never imagined Luke not wanting to top, especially our first time together. And although I was generally comfortable with my preferred role as a bossy bottom—although, come to think of it, maybe not so bossy in the face of that impressive dick—Luke’s offer still ignited something.

“Yes.” I must have sounded slightly dazed because Luke laughed. To shut him up, I dropped to my knees, spread his cheeks, and ran my tongue over his hole.

It worked.

“Hoooooly shit.” He grunted and fell forward onto the mattress, spreading his legs in the process. “Maybe warn a guy next time.”

In answer, I pushed a hand between his legs to stroke his cock while I licked and lapped and probed that tight little hole until Luke was mumbling incoherently into the sheets and shoving his arse back into my face to get me deeper. Mission accomplished.

Luke wasn’t the only one with oral skills. Rimming was one of my all-time favourite things and I was determined to get my money’s worth. By the time he pushed me aside, complaining I was going to make him come, my cock had recovered and was jutting in his direction.

Luke flipped to his back and shuffled up the bed, the sunset washing a shadowy umber over all that bare skin. He was tall and beautiful, and I crawled up the length of his body until we were eye to eye.

“Say it again.” I nipped at his lip as I lowered my groin to his and settled our hard cocks together.

“Say what?”

I dropped my mouth to his nipple and nipped.

“Oh, fuck.” His head slammed back into the pillow. “All right. All right.” He lifted up to look me in the eye. “I want you to fuck me, Zacharia Lane. Fuck me until I can’t walk. And then if you want, you can do it all over again.”

A smile spread over my face. “You sure about that?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “What do you think?” Then he eyeballed me and, for a second, his expression was deadly serious. “There isn’t anything you can do to me that I won’t love. I guarantee that. So, let loose. I want everything you’ve got.” He cupped my face. “I have a feeling that’s gonna be something special to watch.”

The comment startled me. Special?Luke had fucked more men than I wanted to think about. How could anything I offered him be special?

He must’ve seen my disbelief because he drew me down for a long, slow kiss and then kept me there, his lashes beating against my own. “Yes, Zach. Special.”

I couldn’t hold his gaze, so I kissed him again and then trailed my lips down his body, over the stiff buds of his nipples and the fair hair on his chest. I kissed the leather cord around his neck and the heart that hung from it. I tried not to think about what that heart might mean and kept going. Over his smooth abs—nothing carved or gym-toned. I smiled at the twitch of his belly as I kissed down his happy trail. I licked the slit on his cock and then down its length to his balls, which I sucked into my mouth one at a time as he writhed and moaned above me.

Then I knelt to the side of his body and rolled on the condom as Luke watched. His fingers found my crease, teasing my hole as I slicked up, cranking the desire already pounding in my balls.

I was about to fuck Luke Nichols, and yet somehow the world was still turning.

“How do you want it?” I rasped, and Luke spread his legs wide in answer.

“I wanna watch your face every second.”

Well, all right then.I knelt between his legs and ran a slick finger up his crease to disappear into his already loose hole.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groaned and arched up and I added a second finger, and then the tip of a third, until I was sure he was ready for me.

“Lift them high,” I ordered, shuffling forward into position.

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