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“Luke,” I breathed.
He looked up at me, his fingers tugging on the front of my shorts. His eyes were daring and bold. “I’ve never...” Heblinked, then stared at the bulge in my shorts. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he whispered.
And maybe I would have stopped him, given we hadn’t really talked about this.
But then he licked his lips and looked up at me as he freed my cock.
Oh, holy fuck.
There was no way I could have stopped him.
He inhaled, running his nose along my length, which was the hottest fucking thing. Ain’t no one ever wanted to smell me before. But then his tongue tasted my slit and it almost buckled my good knee.
“Oh fuck,” I said, desperate for more. I was trying to be patient, and damn, if I didn’t want to fuck his mouth. Holding myself still almost killed me.
He flattened his tongue, sliding under the head before taking me into his warm, wet mouth.
I groaned at the ecstasy, at the sheer fucking pleasure. I lifted my bad knee, and like it was some kinda sign, he took me deeper, making me cry out. It was too much, too soon, and Christ, I was gonna come too fast.
My fingers raked through his hair, and as he did something unholy to the underside of my cock, it made me grip the strands. He groaned something filthy and looked up at me, eyes dark and his lips around my cock...
And his hand shoved down his shorts.
Holy fuck.
He was jerking himself off while he was sucking me.
“Oh fuck, Luke, baby,” I whined. “I’m gonna come.”
He pulled off my heavy cock, and before I could think, he was on his feet and had my length in his hand with his own cock, sliding, pulling, pumping—and sweet mother of god, I saw stars. His face in my neck, his hot breath, and he kissed the skin beneath my ear, hot and wet, and he scraped his teeth as he sucked, and I came. Hot and hard, I shot my load. Hisbody went rigid, his cock pulsed next to mine and spilled between us.
The bathroom spun, my head was empty of sight and sound, and all I knew was him. Holding him, his head on my shoulder, he was heavy and wonderful.
We clung to each other as we caught our breaths, and eventually all I could do was laugh.
“Jesus, fuck,” I managed, oh so eloquently.
Luke snorted. “Yeah.”
“Um,” I tried again and failed.
He laughed this time. “Yeah.” Then he pulled back, his blue eyes sleepy and smiley. “Shower?”
I nodded. “Words.”
He grinned. “Words are hard.”
I laughed. “They are. You just blew my brains out. Jesus.”
“How’s your knee?”
“What knee?”
He stepped back, ungluing our bodies, and of course, I stupidly put my weight on my foot.
Oh. That knee.
He pulled my shorts down, and his own, then unwound the mock-bandage from my knee. He started the shower and helped me in, and we washed each other. It was fun and intimate and oh so fucking easy.
