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Lucas’s fingers tightened on my legs. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Um, really hard. He fucks him really, really hard.”
I didn’t realize how pathetically hopeful I’d sounded until Lucas laughed shakily and sat up, letting go of me only to slap my ass again, more playfully this time. It didn’t sting, but it got me so close to coming I had to count to five.
“I can take a hint,” he said. And he didn’t sound playful at all. He sounded deadly serious. “Wait here. I’ll get a condom from your stash.”
He climbed off the bed. I bit my lip.
Okay, so I knew how to be responsible. In fact, I’d never been irresponsible in this particular way. I’d made sure nothing unwrapped ever got a piece of me.
But…shit, this wasLucas. And I…God, I wanted him to come inside me more than I wanted anything. Not quite as much as I wanted him to kiss me. But more than anything other than that. I’d never felt that. I’d never missed it enough to take a risk.
But this wouldn’t be a risk. This was Lucas, and he’d never hurt me. And I needed him as close as one person could be to another, or I’d lose my mind.
I let go of my ass and flipped onto my back, spreading my legs wide as Lucas paused in digging through my nightstand and looked over his shoulder.
“I haven’t hooked up much lately, for a while, I mean, um, not for like a month? And I went to Student Health. Um. A couple of days ago.” I’d tried to tell myself it wasn’t because of Lucas, but of course it had been. I wanted to be good to go if he stopped avoiding me. “I’m all good. If you want to, to…”
Lucas stood up from where he’d been crouched down, my lube and a foil condom packet in his hand. He looked at me. He looked at the condom. His eyes strayed back to me again, as if compelled. And he wasn’t staring at my face, but between my legs, where I knew my hole looked all pink and shiny and ready to be fucked.
Shit. There was tempting someone, and then there was pressuring someone.
“It’s up to you,” I told him. “If you aren’t sure, put the condom on. Obviously. I’m sorry.”
“It’s riskier for you than for me,” he said at last. “But I’m all checked out, and it’s been a while for me, too. Fuck it.”
He tossed the condom back in the drawer it’d come from and pulled his shirt over his head.
My mouth went dry.
Those shoulders and that lean, hard chest and narrow waist and those hips, that’d be pounding into me in just a minute, and…I must’ve made a sound, because Lucas’s eyes flicked back to my face.
He smiled at me, somewhere between my familiar, reassuring roommate and downright predatory.
And he took a step back toward his bed.
Oh, God. This was really happening.
Chapter Twelve
Lucas
The look on Chris’s face as I yanked my shirt off made me feel like some kind of sex god. Of course, he looked like sex personified, spread out across my bed with his legs wide open, his cock standing to attention all flushed and hard, his chest and face pink, his rosy nipples little pebbled peaks that begged for a tongue or a pinch.
I knew I didn’t look half as good as he did. Fuck, he could’ve been in porn himself. Better than that. In some kind of artistic black and white spread, the kind that people didn’t know whether to jerk off to or stare at in awe.
Jesus, I was going to fuck him. I was so ready I didn’t know if I’d last more than a minute once I got inside him.
Just thinking about it almost made me come.
Chris bit his lower lip and stroked a hand down over his chest.
“Play with your nipples,” I said, before my brain caught up with my crazed body and my stupid mouth.
Chris’s mouth dropped open in a silent O. Aw, fuck. He’d think I was some kind of freak.
And then he reached back up, with both hands this time, and did exactly what I’d told him to do. Plucking them, running his fingers around them in little circles, teasing himself. Teasing me.
