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“I’m sure. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Please, baby, fuck me. Make me yours,” he whispers. And who am I to say no to that?

I reach for the unopened box of condoms in the drawer and tear it open. I pull out a foil packet andquickly suit up. Positioning myself between Luke’s thick, muscular thighs, I notch myself up at his entrance with one hand while the other finds his and intertwines our fingers. I bring our joined hands to his chest, resting them over the place where I can feel his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly—so slowly that it feels like an eternity passes—I push in. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I moan out a low curse. Luke groans, squeezing my hand as I press inside of him, sliding in centimeter by grueling centimeter. The grip of him is so hot, so fucking tight that I feel like I’m going to lose my head before I take my next full breath.

When I’m fully seated a million and a half years later, I fall forward, bracketing my elbows around Luke’s face. Our chests meet with every rise and fall of our breaths, and I lean down to kiss him, sliding my tongue past his lips and tangling it with his.

“Missionary, so I can kiss you,” I murmur, repeating my earlier musings.

“Baby, move. Please?” Luke moans. I swivel my hips ever so slightly, causing his breath to hitch. He jerks, pushing his erection that’s trapped between us harder into my stomach.

“My husband begs so sweetly, doesn’t he?”

I pull out slowly and thrust back in even slower. It’s torture—absolute fucking torture—feeling thetight squeeze of his body choking the life out of my cock, but from the way Luke is biting his lip and wiggling beneath me, I know it isn’t easy for him, either.

And, apparently, torturing Luke really gets me off.

When I’m all the way in again, I drop my mouth to the side of Luke’s neck, grazing his stubbled skin with my teeth until he whimpers.

“Does my pretty little husband need to be fucked hard?” I ask in a cloying voice that has Luke’s hips bucking up.

“Yes, mmph, yes, Dean.” His words come out like a jumbled, garbled string of incoherent nonsense, and it’s music to my ears. When I pull back again and start to pump into him in long, deep strokes, Luke slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle his feral sounds. I wish he didn’t have to, because after all these years of wanting and wondering, I want to take in every ounce of Luke’s pleasure and sear it into my brain and body like it belongs to me.

But we’re not alone in this house, and discretion is more important than my horny desire to make my husband scream for me.

“You feel…fuck, Luke. You feel so good. Better than I could have ever imagined,” I groan as the speed of my thrusts begin to increase against my will. Iwant to drag this out, want to bathe in the feel of Luke wrapped around me, want to live with my cock buried inside of him, but my body can’t hold on like this. It feels too good. My balls draw up tight, my orgasm tingling at the base of my spine, and I bite the inside of my cheek to distract myself from the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m so close. So, so, close,” Luke mumbles, dropping his hand from his mouth and sliding it between us to wrap around his cock. I push up, sitting back on my heels and gripping Luke’s hips so hard I know I’ll leave behind bruises. All the while I continue to thrust into him, giving him room to fuck his fist and giving myself the pleasure of watching.

“That’s it, corazón, stroke your cock. Let me see how you come for me. Let me feel it,” I bite out through gritted teeth. It takes all of the strength I have to hold off, to wait until Luke’s head rolls back and his teeth dig into his bottom lip so hard, he draws blood. His cock pulses in his hand as rope after rope of cum shoots out all over his stomach and up to his chest, painting himself in his own pleasure, and I let that filthy sight be my undoing. I pump my hips once, twice as my legs go numb and my vision blurs. A ribbon of pleasure unfurls inside me, spreading through my body like an electric shock as I start to come with my cock buried inside myhusband’s ass. I lose control from the force of the orgasm, falling forward until my chest hits Luke’s. His cum spreads between us, marking our sweat-slicked skin, and mine fills the condom. My brain has gone completely offline, overtaken by the man underneath me and the most intense orgasm of my life. But somewhere in there, my monkey instincts remind my lips of how much they love Luke’s lips, and I kiss him until he’s pushing me away, gasping for air.

“That was…” he murmurs as I reluctantly slide my softening dick out of him.

“Yes, it was,” I say. “Be right back.” I give him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom, where I take care of the condom and quickly clean up.

Luke joins me a few minutes later, and we clean up together in the shower. When we finish, we climb into the bed that Luke already put fresh sheets on. He curls up on his side and I slide in behind him, throwing an arm over his waist and tangling our legs together. And when Luke falls asleep in my arms, I know there’s no way in hell I’m leaving before he wakes up tomorrow.

20

AFTERSHOCKS

Luke

Levi, Levi, wake up.

Wake up, Levi. It’s time. I already packed you a bag but we have to hurry. They’ll be back soon. Come on, it’s time to go. It’s time to get far, far away from here.

“Luke, baby, wake up,” a deep voice rumbles through the fog of sleep. My shoulders shake, and for a moment I think I might be experiencing the aftershocks of an earthquake.

Oh well. If I die, I die,I think to myself, unwilling to leave the warm cocoon of my bed, or the dream where my sister is still alive. Still talking to me. Still saving me.

But then I remember that Gigi isn’t here and that her kids are asleep down the hall. I remember thatI’m the one in charge and if The Big One has hit San Francisco, I can’t just lie in bed and let us all perish while the city crumbles because I’m too lazy to move.

I jolt up—or at least, I try to jolt up—but I’m held back by a pair of muscular arms.

“Woah, there, corazón. Where’s the fire?”

I blink my eyes open and realize that Dean is still here, in our bed, with his arms around me and looking at me like I hung the moon. My brain skips a beat while I try to process my surroundings.

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