Page 36 of The Mechanics of Lust

He chuckled into my hair. “That barely scratches the surface of all the things I’m planning to do to you.”

“Planning?” I pulled back and stared into his shadowed eyes. “As in future occasions?”

“Well, yeah.” A deep frown cut across his brow. “I’m kind of hoping this isn’t a one-time thing?”

My heart absolutely did not skip in my chest, and if it did, it was fucking panic. “I, um—” I blew out a long sigh. “I didn’t come here tostartsomething, Luke. I came to fuck. To finally satisfy this ridiculous craving I seem to have for you. That’s... all.”

He blinked and I was pretty sure it was to hide his disappointment. Then he ran a hand down my nose to my chest and all the way down to wrap around my cock. “And how is that whole being satisfied thing working out for you?” He nuzzled into my neck and my cock twitched traitorously in his hand.

“Swimmingly, thank you,” I answered primly while thrusting into his grasp.

He snorted and then nibbled at my shoulder, and okay, I might’ve groaned, which only served to spur him on. The nipping turned to firmer biting and long sucking as he worked his way across my chest, drawing each nipple into his mouth to suckle and nip the bud until I squirmed and pleaded to be fucked, every sting sending little bursts of fire through my balls. At one point, I caught sight of my reflection in the wardrobe mirror and winced at the patchwork of red blotches and bite marks painting my body.

Fucking hell. I wasn’t going to be able to wear a singlet for a week, maybe two. Not that I gave a damn.

His lips brushed my ear. “What time do you need to leave in the morning?”

I angled my neck so he could lick under my jaw. “An hour ago.”

He pushed me onto my back and leaned over me. “Give me tonight, at least. I’m not nearly done with you.”

Like I needed any convincing. If this was my one and only time with this man, I wasn’t leaving Luke’s bed without having his dick up my arse at least once.

“I suppose I can stretch it to five.”

He gave a slow, sexy grin. “In that case...” He flung the bedclothes aside, stood, and drew me into his arms. “I suggest we take this to the shower for round two so we can freshen up for round three back here. There’s a lot to get through in—” He looked at the clock on the nightstand. “—eight hours.”

I summoned my best put-upon look but my rigid cock pointing directly his way was a dead giveaway.

CHAPTERELEVEN

Luke

I knewZach was gone before I even opened my eyes. Before I felt the empty cold emanating from the other side of the bed.

Of course, he’d skedaddled. The man was harder to pin down than a stray cat.

I blinked against the grey wash of light that flooded the room. Drawing the curtains hadn’t exactly been high on my priority list the night before. Thank God for tall camellias. I glanced at the clock and winced. Five too-fucking-early thirty. Getting up at random hours of the night was one of the things I didn’t miss from my old job. Guess I’d gotten lazy.

I rolled onto my back and listened to the soft morning silence that filled the old house. Zach and I had made it back to bed about midnight, give or take. First, there’d been a round of lazy blowjobs in the shower accompanied by lots of laughing and teasing. Then, dressed in only towels, we’d refuelled on cheese toasted sandwiches cooked by Zach and eaten around the breakfast bar. We’d chatted about the upcoming muster and my new job while Zach deftly sidestepped all enquiries about his family, as usual.

Around toasted sandwich number two and a half, I was done wasting time and had hoisted Zach, laughing, onto one of the stools. Then I’d stood between his knees and we’d made out for the longest time. Somewhere along the way we both shucked our towels so we could shamelessly explore each other’s bodies and discover all the sweet spots that got the other trembling and begging for more.

That scenario quickly escalated when Zach slid off the stool and pulled me over to the couch so I could bury myself inside his tight, welcoming body. His nervousness about taking me showed, but I did as I’d promised, and by the time I’d licked and fingered him to oblivion and back, he took me with no problem, and it had been the ride of my life. And when I’d come and pulled free, he pushed me to my knees and unloaded onto my face. It was the best damn sex I’d had in as long as I could remember.

Both sated, we stumbled back to bed and made out some more. I couldn’t get enough of him, and it seemed the feeling was mutual. Zach was a delight to fuck—responsive, uninhibited, and surprisingly bossy in ways that made my toes curl. And if I didn’t get the chance to have him again, I would be epically disappointed.

At some point in the night, I’d dozed off, and when I woke around three, Zach was lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. I pulled him into my arms but he was less pliant, maybe even a little cool toward me. I half expected him to disappear to the guest room and I wouldn’t have fought him on it.

But when he finally relaxed, I’d gone all in and spooned him from behind with my arms wrapped tight around his hard body in a poorly disguised attempt to prevent him from skipping out on me the minute I closed my eyes. We’d drifted off to sleep that way with both our dicks needing splints and past the point of resuscitation.

But I’d known it was too good to last, and the fact I hadn’t heard Zach’s Kawasaki fire up in my driveway meant he must’ve walked the bike to the end of the road to avoid waking me. That said pretty much all there was to say about where his head was. Zach clearly didn’t want to talk about what had happened. He didn’t want any conversations about a repeat, or maybe any conversation. At. All.

I didn’t come here to start something, Luke... I came to fuck.

I ran my hand down the cool cotton sheet where Zach had rested not that long ago and thought about that. It wasn’t like I didn’t totally get it. I’d spent a fair amount of the last year doing exactly the same thing and it was one of the reasons I’d come down here. To change all that.

So, what the hell am I doing? Am I just getting back on that same roller coaster I wanted to leave behind? Is Zach any different from all those other men?

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