Page 56 of The Mechanics of Lust

“All?” I croaked, staring at him in horror. No one except my father and Julian had ever watched me compete, and my father’s purpose was solely so he could set me right on all my mistakes.

He frowned. “Is there a reason why not?”

I swallowed hard, unable to come up with any better reason thannot over my dead body, and so I settled for, “Maybe... one day.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Luke’s gaze swept over my body once again and he stepped in close, reaching for my shirt and pulling it gently from where it still hung over my shoulder.

The look in his eyes sent a shiver the length of my body, but he didn’t come any closer.

“Tell me to stop.” He leaned in and put his lips next to my ear. “Tell me to stop and I’ll leave right now.” He pulled back to watch my face.

Stop. My mind framed the word, but my lips remained closed, except for that part where they opened to let an embarrassing murmur float between us that sounded an awful lot like yes.

Okay. Just call me cheap and be done with it.

Luke smiled and then leaned back in to suckle on the soft lobe of my ear. “You are the sexiest fucking man I’ve seen for days.” He kissed down my throat and his warm lips on my hot dry skin lit a fire in my balls. “At least since Saturday night in your cottage.”

I huffed softly and angled my neck so he could kiss down the slope to my shoulder tip. “Fuck. Me. That feels good.”

He chuckled. “I feel obliged to point out that bears no resemblance at all to stop.” He kissed across my dusty clavicle to the other shoulder, his fingers working the buttons of my jeans.

Somewhere at my back, Jojo whined, and I opened my eyes to find all four dogs staring at us with cocked heads, clearly curious about these strange happenings in their domain.

I grabbed Luke’s hand. “Not here.” I tilted my head toward our audience, and he snorted with laughter.

“I think I just wilted.”

I groped him through his flight suit and felt his cock jerk in my hand. “I think I can resuscitate you.” I grabbed my shirt and tugged him toward the woolshed. “Hurry up. Gil’s a sneaky shit.” He nuzzled into my neck and I shrugged him off. “Quit that. Someone might see.”

“He’s busy with the new guests,” Luke rightly pointed out.

But I didn’t trust the psychologist for a second. He had a sixth sense when it came to ferreting out trouble.

I dragged open the weighty door to the woolshed and bundled Luke inside. The second the door closed on us, he walked me back against Gil’s freshly painted walls and removed my hat before pinning my hands above my head and bringing our bodies flush, his cock solid alongside mine.

“See.” He wriggled his hips to highlight the fact. “It’s a miracle.”

I laughed and he ran his nose up the side of my face and whispered, “Jesus, you smell good.”

I huffed in disbelief. “I smell of sweat, eau de canine, sunscreen, dust, and sheep dags. But hey, whatever turns you on.”

“Youturn me on, Zach.” He brought those warm lips to mine and kissed me. “Any which way you happen to come. And speaking of coming...” A wicked smile played on his lips as he finished unbuttoning my jeans. He had them down around my ankles in seconds, with my briefs following right behind. “You have such a pretty cock.” He gave said cock a firm tug and my head fell back against the wall.

“Not pretty,” I grumbled into his mouth as he kissed me once again. “Substantial, enormous, hefty.”

He snort-laughed and pressed his forehead to mine. “Luscious, delicious, succulent, and the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” He stared intently into my eyes. “Perfect, in fact.” Then he smiled at my blush and kissed it all the way from the dip at the base of my throat up to my cheeks. “So pretty in pink.”

I was about to roll my eyes when suddenly he was gone, dropping to his knees and taking my aching cock all the way to the back of his throat before swallowing around it.

“Oh my god.” I dropped my shirt and slammed my flat hand against the wall, trying not to thrust. “How do you do that?” The man had some serious skills, and it wasn’t long before I was gritting my teeth and fighting off an orgasm. I wanted more of his hot, sweet mouth on me before I came. But Luke wasn’t playing around, and I remembered where we were and how at any second Gil could barge in, maybe even with guests in tow on a tour.

The idea sparked a curious surge of anticipation that shocked me. It was quickly followed by another of mild panic, but that strange excitement remained and my cock jerked in Luke’s mouth.

He looked up and the lewd sight of his swollen lips around my shaft was almost enough to send me over. He must’ve seen something in my expression because he pulled off with a pop and the filthiest look I’d ever seen. With his eyes still locked on mine, he ran his fingers around the head of my cock until they were glistening. When he pulled them away, a thin glimmering thread stretched between the two until it snapped. He licked a stripe up the slick pads, slid them behind my balls, and pressed a single fingertip into my hole.

“Argh... f-fuck.” I banged my head against the wall and thrust my cock somewhere in the direction of Luke’s face.

He met it with his open mouth, and I was again engulfed in tight, wet heat. A few thrusts of his fingers and long tight sucks later, and it was all over. I wrapped my hands around Luke’s head and thrust into his mouth. He gagged but yanked my thighs closer for more, and on the next thrust, I emptied everything I had into his hot, clever mouth, shuddering with the waves of pleasure that barrelled through me.

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