Page 50 of A Totally Platonic Thing
“Take off your clothes,” Lucas commanded me, and let me go.
I’d never obeyed so quickly in my life, levering myself up and stripping my shirt over my head, shoving my underwear down, wincing as the waistband caught on my erection, and pushing them to my knees.
Lucas let out an incoherent growl and tackled me, knocking me sprawling across his bed face-down. He ripped my boxer-briefs down over my legs and yanked them off my feet.
A second later a slap echoed through the room, and it took a second for the sting to register across my ass. I yelped, and Lucas spanked me again, harder this time, the vibration and the pain and the shock of it running through my hole and my balls and my cock, making me writhe.
“Show me what you want, Chris,” Lucas said. “Spread your legs and show me.”
I felt like I’d been waiting my whole life for Lucas to slap my ass and demand that I spread my legs.
I got up on my knees, opening my thighs wide, and reached back, the awkward angle straining my shoulders and making it even better—that it hurt a little to give Lucas what he wanted. I took hold of my cheeks and pulled them apart. And then I waited, panting into the comforter and half-stifled, my hole exposed to Lucas’s gaze.
And I waited some more.
My skin crawled and my cock gave a little twitch, precome beading at the tip.
Finally the mattress dipped a little under me as Lucas moved. Hot breath brushed over my ass, and I squeaked and jumped.
“Don’t let go,” he said, each word brushing air over my cleft. “Hold that perfect ass open for me.”
My fingers dug in until I thought I might have a pattern of bruises.
Something soft touched my right cheek.
Lucas’s lips, oh God, he’d literally kissed my ass. He did it again, and again, the softest possible kisses, trailing his mouth over one cheek and then the other.
“Please,” I said. “Please, Lucas.” He licked a stripe up one cheek and I moaned and started to beg for real, a stream of desperate pleas for his tongue and his lips and anything else I could think of.
Finally, finally he moved inward, nibbling at the curve of my cheek, his mouth only a fraction of an inch from where I wanted it.
And then his tongue prodded at my hole. Lucas’s tongue, curling around the rim, teasing my opening, hot and wet, with the cool air of the room chilling me in contrast where his tongue had been. It sent shivers up and down my spine and made me shake, my fingers now digging into my ass so hard my knuckles were seizing up.
He took his own firm grip on my thighs, let out a long breath that tickled me and made me moan, and pressed his tongue inside me.
I wailed so loud it echoed off the ceiling, pushing back against his mouth, craving more. Deeper, and wetter, and softer, and harder, and more and more and more. He stabbed me with his tongue, swirled it in circles, did something with it I couldn’t even name but that had me almost sobbing with how fucking good it felt.
He’d mentioned to me once how much he enjoyed going down on his girlfriends, and I’d made some offhand joke about wondering if they enjoyed it too, and stuck my tongue out at him.
Now I wondered how they’d ever let him go, and not chained him to the bed and kept him at it forever.
He pulled back, his tongue sliding out of my hole. Even though his tongue wasn’t that big, not compared to what I was used to in there, I felt so empty when he withdrew, clenching on nothing.
“What do you think?” he asked, and pressed a sloppy, filthy kiss directly to my tingling flesh. God, he hadn’t even kissed me on the mouth, kissed me, but he could dothat? Not that I was complaining, but…the longing to have that mouth on mine ratcheted up nearly unbearably. “That what you wanted?”
His voice, so low and sure. God. “Yes,” I choked out. “Yes, don’t stop.”
“You’re still holding yourself open for me,” he went on, still in that tone that had goosebumps breaking out all over me. This.Thiswas what I imagined when I turned the sound off on porn. “That mean you want more? What did they do next in that knockoff Chris and Lucas porn you showed me, hmm?”
My breath came so quick and fast I wasn’t sure I could answer.
Lucas nipped at my ass cheek, and I startled and cried out.
“Tell me what they do next. I know you know.”
Because he’d figured out that I’d watched it before, that I’d probably watched it over and over again.
My face burned, and I pressed it deeper into the blanket. “He fucks him,” I said, my voice coming out all horribly high and breathy. “He holds him down and fucks him until they both come.”
