Page 94 of Playing for Keeps
Although referring to it simply as sex seemed wrong. It was so hot and intense and fun, so far beyond my previous experiences of sex, it couldn’t really be classified in the same category.
I should have realized that Luke’s superior athleticism, the confident way he stalked across the field, the complete control he had over his body, would translate into him being incredible at all forms of fucking. Sometimes it felt as if my only job was to just hang on and enjoy the ride.
“Oh…ah…” I’d never been the most articulate guy, but I struggled to form even complete words when Luke’s mouth was on my dick. He gave a final suck and suddenly I was coming so hard my brain left the building.
Job done, Luke crawled up my body, a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Fuck, I reckon you sucked my brains out,” I panted.
“I did think there was an unusual taste,” Luke said, collapsing down next to me.
“I’m sure my brains would taste great, thank you.”
“Like liver and Brussels sprouts,” he said.
I huffed. “More like caviar and truffles.”
“So, you’re saying your brains are the equivalent of overpriced fish eggs and fungi?”
I propped myself up on an elbow so I could lean forward and kiss him. It was an effective technique to stop him hassling me. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t come up with it earlier in our friendship.
I couldn’t get enough of kissing Luke. He appeared to feel the same. I loved how kissing him felt like just another dimension of our friendship, the push and pull, the give and take.
We kissed and kissed until I could feel him hardening against me, despite the fact I’d given him an epic hand job right before he blew me.
I palmed his cock. “Shit, you’re just trying to make me call you Miracle Man in the bedroom, aren’t you?”
Luke laughed and I grinned at him.
It had been a week since the Supreme Rugby final and, besides the days I had Theo, I had spent nearly every moment with Luke.
We’d spent most of it in bed. Or in the bathroom. Or in the hallway. On one memorable occasion, when I’d arrived at Luke’s new place to find him out in his backyard, we’d fucked in his garden shed because we’d been too desperate and impatient to make it into the house. If his rakes and shovels could talk, they’d have a very dirty story to tell.
I’d never had this insistent desire to have my hands on someone before. The constant need thrumming inside me was only satisfied when I was touching him.
And the fact it was Luke? The fact it was my best friend, someone who knew me inside out, someone I could have mind-blowing orgasms with, then in the next moment joke about the crazy way he organized his sock drawer? Yeah, it didn’t seem feasible that the laws of the universe allowed something so incredibly awesome.
A brief stab of worry pierced my happiness as I slowly kissed my way down his chest.
Because what the hell were we going to do in the long term?
Oh, hey, Theo. Uncle Luke is now your stepdad. Enjoy your fucked-up childhood.
I wasn’t a planner by nature, but I knew Luke was. He’d have thought about everything, but I was too scared to broach the subject with him. Hell, I didn’t even know if Luke wanted something long term with me. Was this just a convenient fling to help him get over Jonathan?
Luke moaned as I kissed his abs and I decided that less thinking and more doing was the order of the day.
But instead of continuing downwards, I slid back up his body so I was lying on top of him, finding his mouth as I leaned forward to kiss him. I loved having Luke’s tongue in my mouth, loved the way he kissed me as if I were oxygen or water, something he desperately needed for survival.
I pulled back, panting. “I always wanted to kiss you,” I blurted out.
Luke’s eyes flew open. “What?”
“You know, when we fooled around when we were teenagers.”
Luke’s throat worked. “You wanted to kiss me back then?”
“Yeah, I did.”
