Page 62 of The Rising Tide
“Touch me,” he ordered.
Scout grinned like those were words he’d been waiting for his entire life.
“Ilovetouching you,” he whispered, sliding his hands along Lucky’s back, holding his fingertips out like the touch was sacred. “I’ve wanted to touch you since I first saw you.” He shoved his hands in the waistband of Lucky’s jeans and down along the backside, where he squeezed and kneaded. Lucky moaned and clutched Scout’s shoulders harder, wanting so much, wantingeverythingin that moment.
He’d dreamed of having someone in his life, in his bed, but he wasn’t like Scout. He hadn’t read up on what they would do there. Their playful lovemaking the night before had delighted him, but he wanted something hotter, sweatier, more muscular right now. He wanted something irrevocable, that nobody could take away from him.
When Scout kept kissing hm, shoving his pants down, pushing him gently toward the bed, Lucky took his direction, wondering what Scout had in mind.
He ended up lying on the bed, naked, his legs spread as Scout made himself at home between Lucky’s thighs. Scout’s mouth on his cock was much more assured after their activity the night before, and his strokes were strong and firm.
Lucky moaned into the darkness around them, and Scout lifted his head. “Lubricant?” he asked. “I know you have some.”
Lucky scrabbled around under his pillow where he’d put the bottle of slick he’d bought for his own pleasure. He handed it off to Scout, trying to find words for why this was different from what he expected.
Scout pulled off his cock, making sure to ply his tongue on the bell enough to drive Lucky mad, and said, “Wha?”
Lucky shook his head. “Keep… keep doing what you’re—ah!”
Scout lowered his head again, and Lucky closed his eyes and lost himself in the moment, in the sensation, spreading his thighs and propping his feet on the bed, legs bent at the knees. He’d made a meal of himself, given himself over. Total abandonment and vulnerability, things he’d absolutely never shown another human being, were now Scout’s to savor if he wished.
Lucky knew it was whathewanted, more than anything. He lost track of time for a moment, lost in the wonder of Scout’s mouth, and then he felt Scout’s fingers, cool with slick, push between his cheeks. A little wandering, a little exploration, and—
“Ah!” He lifted his hips in surprise, only to drive himself deeper into Scout’s throat. He lowered his hips to avoid gagging Scout and found himself impaled more deeply on Scout’s finger.
Scout’s low chuckle told Lucky he found this situationdelightful, and he used his tongue on Lucky’s bell again. Lucky cried out and thrust forward; then Scout sucked a little harder and he rocked his hips back.
The burning in his asshole, the pressure there, was delirious, and Scout’s mouth on his cock was sublime. After a moment he gave up on the surprise, on the order, and simply rocked forward and back, forward into Scout’s mouth, back onto Scout’s finger. He was enjoying the rhythm so much, only the extra pressure warned him that Scout had added another finger.
He groaned, finally admitting where this was going, and remembered his words.
“Yes,” he whispered. “All of you, Scout. I’m ready. All of you.”
Scout disappeared for a moment, leaving Lucky spread on the sheets and needing, and then Scout was back, his body covering Lucky’s. In a moment, he placed the oiled head of his cock right at Lucky’s entrance, and Lucky gazed up at Scout’s cobalt eyes, almost completely black in the light from the window.
“Please?” he begged, fingers digging into Scout’s biceps. “I need you so bad.”
Scout nodded and slid forward, and for a moment, any doubts were driven out by the wonder of Scout’s flesh in his body. A ring of fire appeared briefly behind his eyes, and then he breathed, pushing, accepting, and all that was left was pressure. And pleasure.
“Good?” Scout asked earnestly, and all Lucky could do was nod.
“Good,” Scout replied, taking the nod for words. Slowly he withdrew, and Lucky whimpered in protest. Slowly he pushed forward, and Lucky moaned in delight.
“Very good,” Scout said, almost to himself, chuckling gruffly. He pulled out and thrust again, and Lucky allowed himself to melt into the mattress, giving Scout permission to do whatever he needed to pleasure them both.
He was not disappointed.
Scout’s thrusts became surer, more powerful, moremasterful, and Lucky’s arousal built higher and higher with every stroke.
Scout kept thrusting, keptfucking, and Lucky kept needing it, and more, and more, and harder, harder. “Fuck me!”he demanded, and Scout let out a cry of his own. Like Lucky’s words had been a knife slicing through the restraints that had been holding Scout back, Scout’s body became a purely sexual machine, moving inside Lucky like an earthquake, and Lucky was at his mercy, holding on for the ride.
Lucky’s orgasm arrived like a freight train, taking him by surprise and throwing him right out of his own body, the sky opening up above his closed eyes, the brilliant light of pleasure searing his nerve endings, marking him forever, a creature solely possessed by Scout Quintero, never to belong to himself again.
He fell back to earth as Scout crested, and Lucky felt him spurting inside Lucky’s body, hot and real, and Lucky shivered and came again, the aftershock rolling through him so slowly he thought he’d die in the release.
Scout moaned, burying his face in Lucky’s neck as he came, and Lucky stroked the wild dandelion hair, whispering against his temple and telling him it would all be okay.
Their breathing stilled, and Scout captured his mouth in a gentle, searing kiss before sighing deeply and rolling to the side. Lucky was a mess, the come sticky, already starting to cool, but he was too boneless to get up.
