Page 51 of Riding Pine
My fingers grip the rough wood of the headboard as I take what he offers. But I want more than his tongue in my ass. Two weeks is too long, and if we keep this up for much longer, I’ll be coming on his pillow.
Pushing up, I look between my legs to find Lukas with a goofy grin looking back at me. “I could do that all day, every day, just so you know. I love your ass.”
A laugh bursts from my lips at his genuine enthusiasm as I slide down his body and pass my palm over his saliva-slicked face. “That’s very good to know.” I kiss him, and the franticness from before is only slightly tempered. “I want to feel you, Lukas. I want to think about this for the two weeks that you’re gone.”
Lukas is a giant in every part of his body, but for some inexplicable reason, I want this so badly. Not just because I’m adamn sex fiend for the man either. There’s another reason that I’ll unpack later.
After easing down on his cock, Lukas’s jaw clenches, and he blows out a breath.
“You’re fucking heaven, Ben. I won’t last long.” He mutters something else and pushes his head back against the pillow while I take him the rest of the way and rest my ass on his thighs. It’s too fast, and it hurts, but in the best way.
After allowing myself a few breaths to adjust to his size, there’s no more talk as I move. Lukas half-sits and draws my mouth down to his. Heated and deep, his kiss is like a drug that makes my heart expand and contract in a painful yet delicious way.
The small creak of the headboard, the scent of us, and the way his hands glide over my skin—I catalogue all of it. Even the way the early sun creeps through the window and just touches the bed.
When his hand closes around my cock, my breath huffs against his lips. “Fuck Lukas, just like that.”
I can’t take my mouth from his, and it feels like I need his air to breathe as my orgasm crashes into me. “Lukas…god…” My entire body quakes with the zings only delivered by a mind-blowing orgasm. My skin tingles, and it’s like I’m wrapped in the fuzziest blanket of pleasure.
His hand still holds my head to his lips. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this, Ben. So fucking beautiful. Sit up straight and take me.”
With a passionate kiss, I push off his chest and piston myself on his dick as he requested. His thighs slap against my ass, and new, white-hot waves of pleasure wash over me. “I’m gonna come, Ben.”
Lukas’s mouth drops open just before he lets go, and I drop forward, grabbing his face with my hands and kissing him like I need it to breathe. He lifts his hips, driving into me in slow, short strokes that feel almost reverent.
“Oh my god, babe…” he huffs against my lips as his hands smooth up and down my back. “How do you keep making sex better than the last time?”
“Do I? I thought it was you.”
“It’s definitely you.” His warm eyes search my face, and for once I allow myself to savour his words and believe them.
“Do you have time to have a shower and breakfast with me before you have to go?”
“I always have time for you, Ben. Even when I’m on the road.”
“I might burn the toast.”
He squeezes my ass and slips his cock out before rolling me to the side. “You went hard.” His fingers gently pass over my hole, and he rubs his cum into my thigh. It’s so primal, yet tender, and my heart leaps as if it’s let loose on a trampoline. “I have Epsom salts if you want to have a soak. I’ll make breakfast and save you from burning the toast.” He brushes his lips against my forehead and waits for my answer. A small smirk sits on his lips, so I playfully push at him in response.
“You’re drawing me a bath and making me breakfast? What are you after?”
I’m joking, of course. Lukas is far too kind not to mean anything other than what he says.
“For you to stay.”
He pecks a kiss on my forehead and rolls away from me. He leaves the room, and a few seconds later, the sound of water filling a tub begins, and I puff out a breath.
I hope he can scramble eggs better than I can.
Because I think I want to stay, too.
fifteen
Lukas
When the bus finally rolls into our first stop in Winnipeg, I’m tired, cranky, and already missing Ben.
The internet connection was shit for many parts of the trip, and I couldn’t even text him to pass the time. Instead, I kept replaying how we left my place before this road trip.
