Page 59 of Hand Picked
“You sound like you’re drunk again,” I said, and he looked it, too, his eyes glassy and his hair down over his forehead. I reached up a hand to brush his hair back.
“Ifeellike I’m drunk again. What do you want here?”
I blinked. WhatdidI want? “I don’t know. I… I can’t do a relationship. Aiden needs someone to put him first, and I—”
“No.” Luke smiled gently. “I meant what do you want to happen right now, Webb? What do you want me to do to you? What do younotwant?”
“Oh.” I swallowed. That was both easier and harder to answer. I knew my own face was bright red, but I forced myself to tell the truth, “I don’t want to stop. I want to… I want to touch you. I want you to touch me.” In demonstration, I planted both of my hands on his waist and pulled him down at the same time I thrust up.
A high-pitched whimper tore from Luke’s throat, and my embarrassment fled—there was no room for anything in my brain exceptwant. I wasn’t sure what I was doing at all, but clearly my instincts were okay.
“Webb. Oh,God.”
His cheeks were totally flushed, and he still looked dazed. I needed to kiss him like I needed my next breath, so I jackknifed myself up, bracing my hands behind Luke’s back to hold him in place, and fit my lips against his. The kiss made my head spin but also was strangely calming, taking all the thoughts and worries in my brain and distilling them down to the single most important one in that moment.Luke.
“Fuck, baby—” I groaned.
“You called me that back at the pond, too,” he said breathlessly.
“Did I?” I hadn’t realized.
“I thought I hallucinated it. I hadn’t thought that you… I hadn’t imagined…this.”
“I did,” I admitted in a gravelly voice. I tugged gently on his nipple rings, and he gave a shuddery groan. “Some parts were a surprise, though.”
His cock, which was trapped between our bodies, jerked at this admission, and I felt the slickness of his precum coating my stomach. I pulled away and lay back against the pillows so I could look down at the thick, engorged length of him.
The only sound in the trailer was the harsh sound of our breathing as I reached between us and gripped him again, more firmly this time, my palm encompassing the heat of him while I rubbed my thumb over his damp slit, spreading the sticky fluid there. Part of me couldn’t believe I was doing this. Another part couldn’t believe I’d waited so long. It feltright. And so fucking good.
“Wait, like this,” he whispered. He moved back slightly, freeing my dick so it rose up between us, nestling against his.
“Holy shit. That’s…”
“Good?”
“Mmpfh.”
“Wait and see,” he promised in a whisper.
He wrapped his hand around both of our cocks at the same time, then moved my larger hand to do the same. The heat of his dick against mine, in the warm vise of our hands, made my brain short-circuit.
Good Christ.There was no way this could get better…
And then suddenly, itdidbecause he canted his hips, driving his cock through our combined fists, adding friction to the mix, and faster than I would have believed possible, I was balancing on the edge, my balls tightening up and my toes curling.
“God, Luke.Fuck. Like that. Just like that.”
“You gonna come for me?” he demanded. “God, please do it. I wanted this so bad. Wanted you for—” He broke off with a high, keening moan. “For forever, it feels like. And I wanted to suck you off. And lick you all over. And to feel you inside me. But now… Now I want you to come for me.”
“That clean little mouth can get so fucking dirty, Luke Williams,” I gritted out, and then I couldn’t say another goddamn thing because his fingers tightened around me, and just like that, my orgasm barreled over me, bowing my back with its force, making me cry out to the ceiling with the pleasure of it.
Luke kept going, stroking me through it, his own breaths coming faster, his hand sliding through the hot mess of my cum.
“Let me,” I murmured, knocking his hand out of the way when my dick became too sensitive and jerking him the way I would jerk myself.
I watched emotions play on his face, one after another, as he writhed over me—wanting and lust and desperation and a kind of vulnerability that squeezed my heart.
“Webb. Oh, God. That’s… please. I can’t… I’m so close. I…”
