Page 51 of Lucky Boys
“I’ll make it feel so fucking good, love. I’ll make sure you’re so full and feel me so deeply that it’ll be like I’m still inside you, even when I’m gone.”
Wes’s fingers kneaded my ass. He separated my cheeks, his thumb against my hole. My teeth latched around his nipple, lightly biting. He huffed out a breath that was somewhere between a moan and a whine, a sound I’d never heard Wesley fucking Hayes make in his entire life. I wanted to hear it again.
“On your stomach. I wanna stretch you out, make you ready for me.”
“Fucking hell,” Wes murmured again, but he flipped over quickly.
I meant to go and grab the supplies from the drawer, but seeing my best friend in this position, so fucking vulnerable and needy for me, had me losing my train of thought completely. His ass was thick and round and muscular, and I wanted to fucking bite it. Instead, I traced my fingers along the curve, relishing the little shiver of flesh as my hand touched it.
“Luc, stop fucking playing. We waited too long for this to tease each other.”
Pulling my gaze away from his body was one of the hardest things I’d done, but I managed it and leaned across his body to open the nightstand drawer.
I grabbed the first bottle of lube I could find, because of course we had more than one. Different brands and types depending on what we were doing and who was fucking who. Maverick had some serious preferences for that kind of thing, which Skye always teased him about, especially because the man would be just as happy with some spit and a prayer . . . but I was getting off track, especially as my eyes fell onto the strip of condoms next to the lube and various toys.
I went to reach for one but stopped and turned to Wes. He had turned to me and was watching with a concerned gaze.
“What’s wrong, Luc?”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to use a condom, Wes. I only use them with temporary partners, and nothing about you is fucking temporary. I’m clean. The three of us get tested regularly, and none of us have been with anyone else since the last test. Plus, we’re all on PrEP. I know Brooks was tested recently as well, and I plan to get him on our schedule if things continue the way they are. I want to feel you, Wes. I want you filled with my cum. I want it to be leaking from your hole tomorrow so you don’t forget who you belong to when I’m gone.” Then, because obviously consent and his wishes were important, I added, “Only if you want the same. I’ll use a condom if you’re more comfortable.”
Wes propped himself up on his elbow. “Luc.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut the fuck up. Get your sexy ass and that bottle of lube over here and make good on some of the promises you keep spouting. I don’t want anything between us. I trust you. And I’m clean too.”
Fuck, what was it about Wes that was making me act like a fumbling virgin? It was far from my first time. Hell, it wasn’t even my first time with Wes. But this was so different than what we’d had back then. That had been hurried interactions in darkened corners and locked bathrooms. It had been about getting off as fast and quietly as possible before we’d been caught. I’d never gotten to appreciate Wes or his body, to worship him like he deserved. That all changed now.
I shoved the drawer shut and went to claim my man.
Wes had positioned himself with a pillow under his hips, giving me the perfect angle. I straddled his legs and pulled apart his cheeks.
“Fuck, Wes. Look at this tight hole. It really hasn’t been used since me, has it?”
Wes twisted his head to look at me. “Only you, Luc.”
My dick twitched in a way it hadn’t in years, and I knew I needed to hurry up. I opened the lube and poured a generous amount onto my fingers. It was way more than I’d ever use with Skye, but Wes needed the prep. I didn’t want to hurt him at all.
I rubbed it into his opening, gently working it open until I could get the tip of my finger in.
“That’s it, love. Just relax. Open up and let me in.”
Wes grunted, his thick muscles flexing before he let it all go and melted into the pillow. I leaned over, kissing his neck, shoulder blade, and down his spine, his body releasing that tight grip little by little with every touch and eventually allowing my finger all the way in.
Wes arched into it, accepting even more of my finger. I worked him loose. “I’m adding a second one,” I told him and, without any more warning, pushed my second finger inside.
Wes cursed and moaned and fucked onto me in a positively debauched way. I loved seeing this. Wes was always in control.Always so put together. I loved that I was the only one who got him to fall apart.
“That’s it, love. Let go. Show me the real you, the one that’s hidden behind all that reserve and endless calm. Show me that side of you no one else gets to see.”
Wes let out a guttural sound and speared himself on my fingers. “I need more, Luc. Fuck, stop fucking teasing me.”
“But why, baby? Seeing you like this has me all hot and bothered. If my fingers make you lose control like this, I can’t imagine what will happen when you’re speared on my cock.”
“Ahhh! Fuckin’ asshole. Just fuck me already.”
I positioned myself so I was right over him. My cock dragged over his ass cheek, even as I added a third finger.
