Page 58 of Hand Picked
God, I knew what the objectively right thing to do in this situation was, but my hand wouldn’t listen to what my brain was trying to tell it. I ran my hand down his back from his head to his waist again, and when he shivered, he moved even closer against me.
“… and sometimes different is… isgood,” I concluded, tilting my chin and pressing my lips to his.
He inhaled a shocked breath that exactly mimicked how I felt.
Had I really done that? Holy shit, I’d really done that. How fucking amazing.
Then he groaned low in his throat, wrapped his arms around my neck, and launched himself at me.
The sexy man in my arms was nothing like the sweet, shy guy who’d let me guide him around the pond earlier. This man kissed like he was ravenous and I was his favorite meal, devouring my mouth, and rubbing his tongue against mine. The kiss went on and on until I’d lost track of time, lost track of what we’d been saying, lost track of any reason I shouldn’t want this. All I could do wasfeel.
And shit, there was a lot to feel—the lean muscles of his ass as I pulled him against me, the slight bristle of his beard against my palm as I held his cheek, and the…oh, fuck. The hardness of his dick as it pressed against my leg, inches from my own erection.
“Fuck, Luke. I—” I broke off as he moved his mouth lower, running his tongue over the side of my neck in a way that made my brain incapable of communicating with my mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked softly.
“No. God, no.” The words were torn from the deepest part of me. “I need—”
“What? Tell me what you need.”
“More.” I pulled him against me and maneuvered so that I was flat on the bed with him straddling me, with my hard cock trapped below his ass.
“Oh, freaking heck,” he moaned, grinding down against me, our bodies only separated by two thin layers of underwear. “Your body is…” He broke off with a head shake and coasted his hands down my chest with reverent hands, and the look on his face made it clear that he’d thought about this before.
Just like I had.
How hot was that?
His thumbs flicked my nipples—the perfect combination of pleasure and pain—and I gasped.
“Take these off,” I demanded roughly, coasting my hands up the light hair on his thighs to tug at the hem of his boxer briefs.
He hesitated for a second, like maybe that had made things a little too real for him, but then I cupped his erection through the thin fabric, and he thrust against me helplessly.
“Luke, please.” I could see the questions swirling in his eyes, but I didn’t have any answers, only desire pounding through my blood like a drum beat. “Please?”
He bit his lip, then stepped off the bed and stripped off his underwear.
My breath caught in my throat. His cock was flushed and fully hard—so much so that it bobbed against his stomach—and I was clearly no cock connoisseur, but I could say for sure that the sight of it, especially combined with his wild hair and wild eyes and those fuckingnipple rings,made my own dick twitch with the need to be free.
Luke put a knee on the bed, but he paused as I tore down my boxer briefs. He stared down at my length and licked his lips, and my dick pulsed in response.
“Come here,” I demanded, missing the weight of him against me. I propped a bunch of his pillows behind me so I could watch him better.
“Don’t rush me. I’m making plans. I need to look my fill.”
“I already have plans,” I informed him. “They involvethis.”
I used our size difference to my advantage, lifting him bodily until he was on top of me, straddling me again.
He laughed and sputtered—then closed his eyes and groaned unabashedly as my erection rubbed against the cleft of his ass again, this time with no barriers in place. Seeing him so lost, feeling his skin against my cock for the first time, was the single hottest sexual moment of my entire existence, and I didn’t think twice before reaching a hand down to grasp his length in my fist and tug.
“Oh God,”Luke whimpered.
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh.Your hands are so big and so perfect.”
