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“You taste so good,” I murmured against his skin. “Want to lick and nibble every inch of your body.”
I moved my hands down to unbutton his jeans. It was still a little foreign encountering the thicker elastic band of boxer briefs rather than dainty panties from years of previous sexual experiences, but that foreign feeling only made me hotter. After several heavy make-out sessions, I knew how incredible it felt palming his hard dick through the cotton of his underwear.
Everything about Luke Williams got me hot. He could meet my eye across a stack of dusty floor tile and I’d imagine getting on my knees for him on that very tile.
“I want to suck you,” I said, remembering one of my biggest fantasies from these past weeks.
I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, pausing before pulling his pants down the way I wanted. “That okay?”
Luke bit his lip and tried not to grin. “Do you think I’m ever going to say no to that? Have you lost your mind?”
I laughed and leaned in to kiss the soft hair below his belly button. The faint musky scent of him made my heart ramp up, and my fingers itched to strip him bare. I worried that if I truly allowed myself free rein, I’d scare the poor guy.
I wanted to attack him and pin him down while I did so many dirty things to his body.
“Your hands are shaking,” he said when I forced myself to focus on lowering his zipper without hurting him.
“Want you,” I croaked. “S’fuckin bad.”
The look he gave me—one of tenderness but unadulterated heat, too—was overwhelming in the best way.
“Take me.”
I let out a deep sound from my throat and shoved his pants and underwear down before licking a stripe up his hard cock. Delicate skin over hard steel. The head was flushed pink and sticky wet at the slit. I teased it with my tongue so I could taste him.
My brothers and my best friend, Jack, had never been shy about sharing their love of giving and receiving head, but I’d never in a million years understood how they could like giving it.
Now I did.
Watching and hearing Luke’s groans and gasps, feeling the scrape of his fingernails in my hair, and smelling the scent of his sex was… heady. More than heady.
It was addictive.
“Don’t stop,” Luke urged. His thigh muscles felt lean and strong under my hands. I reached around to palm his rounded ass while I groaned around his dick.
I didn’t want to stop, but I wanted inside him, too. I wanted everything with him.
I pulled off and lunged up to kiss him on the mouth. My hands clasped the back of his head to hold him still while I devoured him. “What do you want, Luke?” I sounded breathless and desperate, which was an accurate depiction of how I felt.
His eyes were glassy, and his chin was pink from my beard stubble. “Would you… do you…” He swallowed. “I would really like you to fuck me. If you’re… if you’d like that too.”
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his. “Baby, I want to be as close as humanly possible to you right now. I would love nothing more than that if you’re sure.”
His smile was gorgeous as always, even if it was a little shy at the moment. “So super incredibly sure.”
For some reason, knowing we were going to have sex and that we had the entire night, helped me calm the fuck down. I still wanted him desperately, but I also wanted to make it good for him.
I moved him over to my bed and pulled the covers back before laying him down. He was completely naked in my bed. I couldn’t help but stare at him while I removed my own clothes piece by piece.
The hungry look on his face was almost comical. “You’re making me feel like turtle cheesecake,” I teased.
He licked his lips. “I’ve always wanted to devour turtle cheesecake.”
I crawled up his body from the foot of the bed, dropping kisses along the way until I could get his cock into my mouth again. Sucking and slurping noises filled the air, enough to make me grateful for the loud attic fan Uncle Drew had insisted on operating tonight.
Smart man.
I forced myself to stop before Luke could come. His stomach muscles were taut, and his toes curled. “Wait right here.” I moved over to the side table and grabbed the lube and a condom. When my brothers had left them on the front seat of my truck the other day, I’d wanted to kill them.
