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Then I heard it. A loud burst of laughter nearby and kids chattering. The kids from next door, probably...
Shit.
“Can they see us?” I breathed.
Luke laughed. “Dunno. But we should probably take this inside.”
The light in his eyes, his kiss-swollen lips, the feel of his rock-hard cock... Oh yeah, this wasn’t stopping.
“Good idea,” I said, jumping up, grabbing his hand, and pulling him with me.
We stumbled inside and I turned to face him just as he threw himself at me, smiling as he kissed me. My arms went around him, and not breaking the kiss, I walked him backward to the sofa.
He fell back, laughing, and he raised his knee near the backrest, a very prominent bulge in his shorts. His gaze raked down my body, to my crotch, and he licked his lips.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. “This is real, right? Tell me this is happening.”
I knelt between his legs, took his hand, and pressed it to my cock. “Does it feel real?”
He gasped and rolled his hips. “Oh, fuck yes.”
I leaned down and kissed him, slower this time, dipping my tongue into his mouth, slower, teasing. He seemed to forget what he was doing with his hand, so I pinned it above his head.
He gasped again, and then I lowered my hips to his, pushing, rolling, rocking. He whined and shuddered, grinding against me, with me.
I was gonna come like this.
Imagining us naked, our cocks together, sliding. Imagining his hand around us both. Imagining his body taking me in.
All of me.
Imagining that blush down his neck. Imagining him begging for it.
Imagining me giving it to him. Balls deep and unloading inside him.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, bucking against him, holding him so fucking tight as I spilled between us.
Luke gripped my hips, fingers digging into my skin, as he arched up into me. His mouth open, his neck strained, a look of bliss on his face, and his erection surged, hot and hard, pressed against me, throbbing and shooting come on him, on me...
But his face. The look of ecstasy on his face.
Holy-holy-holy fuck.
I kissed him as he sagged, collapsing back on the sofa, his body racked with tremors. He laughed and groaned at the same time, his eyes closed, a lazy smirk on his face.
Utterly blissed out.
I wanted nothing more than to collapse on top of him, to hold him, to fall asleep on him, but we were a mess. So I dragged my heavy bones off him, and it made him open his eyes, alarmed.
Did he think I was freaking out?
I grabbed his hand and hauled him up. “Shower,” I said, not taking no for an answer.
I led him up the stairs to the bathroom and hit the water before I turned to face him.
He was looking at me some kind of way.
Uncertainty. Fear, maybe?
