Page 47 of Everywhere You Look

“Yeah,” I whisper, my head swimming in a cocktail of nerves, insecurity, and lust. And then he takes a step, and I feel it. The final hammer swing that brings down the wall we’ve carefully crafted between us.

Luke crosses the room in a few long strides and pounces on to the bed, crawling until he’s straddling me. His hips line up with mine and his face comes down close to where I lean against the headboard. He digs his fingers into my hair and tilts my head back. It’s the same dangerous, erotic position that we werein this morning, only without the tub and the audience.

And right now, we’re wearing way too many clothes.

“You want me, Dean?” Luke asks, giving my hair a light tug. Every nerve in my body fires, and my cock goes from half-mast to painfully hard in a second.

“Yeah,” I rasp, because apparently that’s the only word I’m capable of forming at the moment.

“Would you believe me if I told you I want you, too? I don’t think I even realized how badly until you kissed me at city hall. I mean, fuck, baby. I’d have to be stupid not to notice just how goddamn attractive you are. And there was always that part of me in the back of my head that always wondered what it might be like to touch you, taste you, take you. But that kiss…your lips…you unlocked something in me. You ruined me forever with one little kiss, husband. I want to find out what you can do with more than just a touch of those perfect lips.”

He leans forwards and brushes the tip of his nose to mine. The bulge of his erection presses against his jeans and nudges mine as he rocks his hips over me, almost absentmindedly. Like he doesn’t even realize how needy his body seems to be for the friction, or for me.

Luke’s breath coasts against my skin, the heat of him searing me from the inside out, and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t hold back. I can’t stop and think about how stupid we are, that we’ve been two idiots orbiting each other for a decade and never making contact for no damn good reason. It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re here now, and I’m done pretending.

I reach up and palm Luke’s cheeks, angling his face as I pull him down into a kiss that feels like it’s decades in the making. It’s not the first kiss we’ve shared, but it’s the first one that feels like something more. It’s the first one that feels like it’s just for us.

His lips massage mine, warm and soft and tender. A deliciously teasing amount of pressure that feels like too much and not enough all at the same time. My hands roam everywhere. Across his chest, over his shoulders, under his t-shirt and then down, down, down. I slip my fingertips below the waistband of Luke’s jeans, playing with the elastic of his briefs. His pants are too tight for me to slide my hands further and grab a handful of his ass like I want, but the light pressure from my fingers at the base of his spine is enough to have us both panting.

I take advantage, sliding my tongue past his parted lips and teasing his, tasting the minty flavor of his mouth. I groan as our tongues tangle and the kiss grows more frantic. Luke’s hold on my hair becomesmore incessant. He twists his fingers and pulls at the strands, the bite of pain spurring me on and making me ravenous for him.

“Off,” I groan against his lips as I push the hem of his t-shirt up. “I want it off. Want all your clothes off so I can getyouoff. Don’t make me wait another minute for you, husband.”

Luke whimpers—an honest-to-god, needy, pathetic, hot as hell whimper that I will be jerking off to the memory of for the rest of my life—and lifts his arms up one at a time while I tug the material over his head and toss it across the room. He leans forwards, pressing his hips to mine and slotting our erections together. Then he sinks down onto me, grinding our cocks just hard enough to have me seeing stars. My mouth drops from his lips as I start to kiss his jaw, nipping and biting. I let the light scratch from his beard on my face keep me from falling off the edge and coming in my pants before I even get him in my hand.

“Tell me,” I growl when I reach Luke’s ear. “Tell me again that you want me.”

He shivers when I tickle the shell of his ear with my tongue and moans when I drag my teeth over the lobe and gently bite down.

“I want you, Dean. I want you and I need you so bad.”

“Tell me this isn’t fake.” Sliding a hand between us, I palm his cock, squeezing him gently through his jeans before finding his left hand and running my finger over the ring I put there. “Tell me this isn’t fake, Luke. Tell me you’re mine.”

“It’s not fake. It’s real, it’s all real. It’s always been real. I’m yours. Please, baby, I need more. I need you,” he sighs as he grinds down on me, desperately seeking the friction that I am all too happy to give. But not here.

I grab onto his thighs and yank him close while swinging my legs off the side of the bed. When my feet hit the ground, Luke squeezes his thighs around my waist and drops his lips to my neck.

“What are you doing?” he mumbles in between kisses.

“We’re going to our room, corazón. I want to fuck my husband properly, inourbed.”

It’s a struggle, making my way out of the room with Luke in my arms—not because he’s too heavy, but because his mouth is working miracles on all the most sensitive spots of my neck and throat while I try to keep us balanced and check the halls for any lingering children who shouldn’t be awake. But when I kick our bedroom door shut behind me and toss Luke onto our bed, the sight of his chest in all its naked glory makes every bit of struggle worth it.

I shuck my pants to the ground, gripping my cock when it springs free and give it one long, hard stroke. The relief is immediate and so fucking good that my mouth drops open in pleasure, but I have to slow down. I am way too on edge, I need to chill the hell out if I stand a chance of making my husband come before I do.

“Dean,” Luke sighs, eyes wide as he watches me lazily stroke. “Holy shit…that is…you’re so hot. I can’t even…I can’t think right now…”

“Don’t think, corazón. Just take your pants off and show me what’s mine.”

Luke makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, lifting his hips and pushing the waistband of his pants. I step forward to help him push them off. Once the pants are discarded on the floor with mine, I softly brush my hands over his thighs.

His cock is thick and so hard it looks almost painful. A throbbing vein runs from the base to tip, where he’s swollen and red and leaking onto his stomach. The sight is mouthwatering. A chill runs through me as I press a kiss to the scar on his knee. He tenses, but relaxes as I continue brushing my lips over the slightly raised skin.

“Me encanta tu cuerpo, baby. You. Are. So. Beautiful.” I say between kisses, working my lips up his inner thighs and alternating back and forth betweenthem. The smell of him is intoxicating, addictive, flooding my senses and making me go stupid with lust. I’m so fucking horny that I have to grind myself against the mattress for a little bit of relief, then immediately stop when I remember I want to come all over Luke, not the bed.

I flick my tongue over the seam of his balls, teasing a path up until I reach his gorgeous cock. I lick a long, hot stripe from the base all the way to the tip. Luke hisses and sinks his fingers into my hair and grips tight. I’m ready for him to shove my mouth down and start fucking my throat, but he pulls me back instead.

“You can’t do that, Dean.”

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