Page 76 of A Totally Platonic Thing
He panted into my ear, still laughing, both of us out of breath. “So the next time you do that, maybe you’ll remember it worked out poorly for you, yeah?”
I rubbed my ass against him, all slutty and shameless.
“I think it actually worked out pretty well.” I didnotsound smug. Maybe a little. But I tried not to, anyway, and that counted.
Lucas fell silent for a minute. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah, it really did. I’m hungry. Did you save those pretzels? I didn’t see where they went, but I think I want to eat mine after I fuck you again.”
“They’re on the table by the door.” Lucas started kissing my ear in a really distracting way, but I suddenly realized something, and I started to laugh so hard I shook us both. “Lucas? When we ate pretzels together that day? You know? Was that, like, our first date?”
Lucas sucked in a breath, and said in a tone of shocked wonder, “Fuck. I think it was.”
“It totally was. We moved in together on our first date. We’re awesome.” I pushed my ass up again. His cock felt so amazing, all hard and slick and ready. “But don’t get distracted.”
“I’ll show you distracted, you little—Chris, I swear to God if you don’t stop wriggling—there!”
I moaned as he found his target and thrust inside me again all at once, so deep it punched the air out of me.
And then he showed me distracted. For a long time, until I almost forgot about the pretzels.
They were still delicious an hour later when we ate them in his bed, tangled up together in the shape of a pretzel ourselves, not worried about the crumbs.
Epilogue
Five Months Later
“You’re going to make us late! I can’t be late, I’m the best man. Lucas, what the hell—mmm—I mean, you need to stop right—oh, God, that feels good, don’t stop!”
Lucas pulled his face away long enough to say, “Of course I’m not stopping,” and then went right back to work, his hands splayed across my cheeks and his tongue lapping at my hole.
I braced myself on the shower wall, chest heaving and heart thumping, so turned on I could hardly see straight. The water pounded down on my shoulders. God, I’d never thought there could be anything better than taking a long hot shower followed by Lucas eating me out, but the combination? Like, there were no words.
I had to put up at least a token protest, though. If we were late to my best friend’s wedding because I’d been getting tongue-fucked, Sebastian wouldn’t speak to me ever again.
Aidan might high-five Lucas when Sebastian couldn’t see him, but that wouldn’t get me out of trouble.
Lucas did something with his tongue in a circle that had me clenching down and biting into my own wrist.
“We’re seriously going to be late,” I gasped halfheartedly. He pulled back slightly. “I didn’t mean you needed to stop! Just hurry up!”
“Hurry up?” he demanded. “That’s kind of contrary to the whole point of—we’re not going to be late. The wedding’s in three hours. And I flat guarantee they’re doing the same thing right now. Or close enough. Aidan’s so afraid Sebastian’s going to suddenly figure out he’s too good for him and change his mind that he told me he was going to keep him in bed until they had to get dressed. You know, distract him. Also, so Sebastian doesn’t have a panic attack over the whole people looking at him thing.”
Lucas stopped talking.
But he still wasn’t using his tongue for anything else.
“If you don’t have anything else to say, then…?”
He slapped my ass and made me jump and yelp. “As you command,” he said dryly, and stuck his tongue in me again.
When he reached around and jerked me off in time with those incredible swirly motions, I lost it, painting the shower wall and nearly losing my balance on my shaky legs. Lucas got to his feet, wrapped his arm around me, and got himself off against my ass, biting my neck and pinching my nipples and nearly making me come all over again.
“There,” he panted in my ear. “I hurried. Satisfied?”
“Sosatisfied.” So, so satisfied. Had I ever been more satisfied? Probably not, except for every other day with Lucas.
We hadn’t moved out of our tiny apartment yet, but we had gotten rid of my bed and replaced it with an honest-to-God table to eat at. Since Lucas had gotten his amazing new job, we could afford to eat out more often and go out more often…but we didn’t. Instead we stayed home a lot, me teaching Lucas to cook and both of us taking turns with the dishes. I did some freelance editing in the evenings and hunted for something better in my downtime.
And when I went out to Aeon to see a few friends, Lucas went with me. Not because he wanted to keep an eye on me, but because we had more fun that way. I never felt lonely anymore, with or without him.
