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He fumbled to get my shirt off and I helped him with his. And then, our chests heaving, I slid my hands under the waistband of his sweatpants, and he did the same to me.
Then we were both naked in the bright lights of his bathroom, nowhere left to hide. Every emotion, every fear, every vulnerability on display.
I took his hand and kissed his palm. “I love you,” I said. “I want to have you. I want to be everything you need.”
He leaned his face into my palm and closed his eyes. “You already are.” Then he took a bottle out of his toiletry bag and handed it to me. It was lube. “Take me to bed, Blake. Please.”
Holy fuck.
I led him to his side of the bed, laid him down, and crawled up over him, kissing and sucking as I went, until I found his mouth and delved my tongue in. He spread his legs for me, tilting his hips and moaning, writhing.
I knew I had work to do. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew he needed to be ready for me, and from half the porn video we watched, I knew he needed to be lubed and stretched.
I wanted to make this good for him.
I broke the kiss and pulled back to kneel between his thighs.
“Oh,” he said. “How’s your knee?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, off his muscular body, his cock, his legs spread for me. My stupid knee hadn’t even beena factor. “What knee?” I breathed. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Sprawled like this for me.”
He snatched up the lube beside him. “Do I need to do this myself?”
I snorted and took it off him, leaning down to kiss him. I loved how impatient he was, how feisty, how sexy he was. “Okay, Mr. Impatient.”
He growled at me, and then changing positions, he rolled over and shoved a pillow under his hips, his ass propped up for me.
Ho. Lee. Fuck.
That was the hottest move I’d ever seen.
I moaned as I ran my hand over the swell of his ass cheek. “Fuck, Luke.”
“Yeah, fucking Luke today would be great.”
I chuckled and drizzled some lube down his ass crack, using my thumb to massage it downward. I skimmed over his hole and he bucked his hips with a soft moan.
Nope. Correction.Thatwas the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
So I massaged his hole with my thumb, harder this time, and he fisted the bedding. “Oh god,” he gasped. And when I pushed the tip of my thumb inside, he arched his back.
I added more lube and pushed my thumb in deeper, slowly beginning to fuck with it.
“Oh god,” he breathed, slowly rocking back and forth. I watched in perfect rapture how my thumb disappeared inside him, sliding in and out. It was insane how sexy this was. How intimate. How perfect.
More lube and more thumb, and when that wasn’t enough, I used my index finger. Then I slowly added my middle finger. Just pushing the fingertips into him and around his hole, and Luke was moaning and rocking.
My cock was leaking.
“Blake,” he whined. “I need more. I need... I need your cock inside me. Please.”
I grunted, pushing my fingers deeper in as I kneeled up against his ass. He groaned and pushed his face into the mattress. “Fuck.” He arched his back again, rocking as he adjusted. “Need your cock so bad.”
“I’m so turned on,” I said. “I’m gonna last two minutes. Jesus.”
“Just give it to me,” he snapped. Then he whined, “Please.”
I couldn’t stand the begging.
