Page 12 of Riding Pine
“We won’t be unless another man shows up at my door to peep on me.”
His eyes flash. “Is there someone else out there who might be so attracted to you they find your studio and hope like hell you’re in here because you’re all they think about?” Lukas pulls me closer. His hands slide down and grip my ass. “Because if there is, I’m telling him to fuck off.”
“If there is, I’m not aware of him.” Licking my lips, I step closer, drifting my fingers up his chest. “I’d tell them to fuck off too.”
A low growl of approval sounds in his chest, and he lifts me like I’m a feather. Wrapping my legs around him, I hold on tight and bury my nose in his neck. “If you take the door on the left, that’s my office,” I whisper in his ear, and Lukas stalks that way. After opening the door, he steps in but doesn’t put me down right away.
His lips find mine, and he kisses me breathless before letting me slide down his body to the floor. “Not one minute has passed since that night that I’ve not thought about you.”
His breathless confession makes my pulse race. My gaze drops to the bulge in his pants, and lord knows I’ve thought enough about him too.
“Yeah? What specifically do you think about? My sparkling personality or something else?”
Lukas laughs softly as his hands make quick work of my shirt, tossing it to the side. “I like your personality. I’ve not met someone as…feisty as you.”
This time, I laugh and reach for the belt on his pants. “Feisty? Here I thought you tracked me down because you loved my ass.”
“It’s a great ass.” He takes a step forward and pushes me against the wall. “Perfect, actually.” Lukas drags my leggings down and kneels at my feet. “A jockstrap?” He runs his palm over the material, and I thunk my head against the wall.
“Can’t have the goods in the way when I’m in the silks and—” Lukas yanks the offending material off and wraps his lips around my leaking cock without any more small talk. “Jesus…Lukas…”
He takes me deep, and if it weren’t for the wall holding me up, I might have collapsed in a puddle of ecstasy. Clearly, our night together wasn’t a one off and we have a burning connectionbecause the man can give an amazing blow job and has me on edge far too quickly.
“Lukas…” My hands burrow in his hair. It’s softer than I remember, and those hazel eyes look up at me. “Oh god I can’t look at you like this or I’m gonna come down your throat in two seconds.” I slam my eyes closed because I wasn’t lying.
He releases me and rises from his knees. Taking my hand, he presses it against his erection through his boxers. “I’m right there with you.”
I don’t know what to call what I do next. Maybe feral? I’m so filled with a need to come and have him in my hand, I’m pulling his pants and boxers to his ass and spitting in my hand. Lukas growls low and drags me to the small chair I have in the corner. He drops himself onto it without a worry of it folding in on itself, and pulls me onto his lap.
Our mouths are on each other, hot panting and groaning as we jerk each other off. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is. But good lord I’m burning white hot for this man.
“I’m there, Ben,” he pants against my lips. “Fuck, Ben…fuck!”
Lukas explodes in my hand, and I tip my head to watch as he unloads on himself while he doesn’t stop jerking me. He slides his free hand into my hair and tilts my head back. “Come on me, Ben…please.”
Now, a man with manners is my biggest weakness. That single word makes my jaw drop open as my balls draw up. He angles my cock towards him, and my load paints his abs, mingling with his mess as I struggle to draw in a breath.
“Oh, fuck…Lukas.”
We stare at each other, much like we did the first time we met. A mixture of awe and pleasure as the air still crackles.
“I only meant to get your number,” he says with an apologetic smile.
“Oh, you’ll get it, but I appreciate the sex first.” His fingers slide out of my hair, and I lean forward to kiss him. “I think we have what you call instant chemistry. I’m no scientist, but I certainly don’t mind the experimentation process.”
Carefully, I back off his lap and motion for him to stay put. “Let me get something in the bathroom to clean you up.”
Thank goodness this unit came with a private bathroom. While I keep it clean and professional in case a client needs to use it, I also keep it stocked for my comfort. A change of clothes and a few towels in a cabinet with the usual bathroom items.
After wiping myself down quickly, I wet a fresh cloth and return to Lukas. He’s still in the chair with his legs splayed as far as possible when your pants are at your knees. His gaze tracks me as I cross the room and offer him the cloth.
“You’re gorgeous,” he blurts, and I pause. He looks away from my nakedness as he wipes up our mess, and I gather my clothes from the floor.
“Thank you. You’re quite the package yourself.”
He drops the cloth on the floor and stands. Reaching into his pocket, he hands me his phone. “I’m not leaving here until I have it. Please give me your number. I want more of this.”
Taking the phone from him, I wink. “I won’t say no to that.”
