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But at last, he makes it.
Luke releases one wrist so he can fumble with his pants. He opens them enough to get his cock free, then strokes it to full hardness. And damn, if I thought it looked big in the dark the other night, it looks even bigger a couple inches from my face in full daylight. I lick my lips, completely shameless in the face of the meal before me.
“My eyes are up here,” Luke drawls.
I force my gaze upward long enough to chuckle at him. “Can you blame me? You’re … a bit distracting.”
I chew on my bottom lip, and Luke responds with a shuddery breath. I let my free hand drop to cover his and encourage him to angle his cock at my waiting lips. He does, but at first all I do is lick at the head, taking my time to explore with my tongue.
Luke groans. I nearly smile, but I dare not spoil the moment. Instead, I twine my fingers between his and guide him back to pinning both my wrists to the wall. I still can’t move much thanks to this position, but fortunately, I no longer need to. Desire has overwhelmed caution, and Luke is pushing his hips at me to feed me his cock.
There’s nothing I can do to take him slower or faster, to take less or more. The whole motion is up to Luke. As he sways his hips forward, his cock slides along my tongue,deliciously thick and heavy. I open for him, taking him as deep into my mouth as he wants to go before he starts pulling his hips back.
“God, Sebastian, your mouth,” he groans.
The praise warms my whole body. I close my eyes as he sinks into me again. He’s keeping things slow and measured, perhaps worried about my compromised position, but I didn’t place myself at his mercy by accident. I want him to take. I want him to plunge himself into me. I want him to use my mouth because he needs me so badly he can’t stop himself.
I want him to let go for once.
I close my lips around him, squeezing tight. I use my tongue on his shaft as it retreats from my mouth. Sure enough, the next thrust is a little harder, a little more desperate. He’s still far too controlled for my liking, but the cracks are beginning to show, and I intend to jam my fingers in them and pry them open wider.
Luke’s hips start to move with a purpose, with a rhythm. I ride the motion of his body, letting him dive into my mouth as deep and hard as he likes. He’s holding a lot back, but I hollow my cheeks, and he groans above me — another little crack in the hard wall of his composure. He’s damn lucky I’m so good at this. Most guys would have let him leave this apartmentwithoutgetting the most incredible blowjob of his life.
Luke’s hands tighten on my wrists. My arms arestarting to ache, but I’m absolutely not going to tell him that. With my back arched and my knees on the floor, I’m utterly under his control, his to use, his to enjoy. And God, it feels incredible. His cock is amazing, but that’s only part of it. It’s his hands gripping my wrists harder with every little burst of pleasure. It’s his raspy breaths blowing down at me. It’s the way I can feel his hips stuttering, wanting to break, wanting to slam at me. It’s so damn hot I might be moaning more than him.
“Sebastian,” he groans. “Sebastian, are you sure this is okay? You feel so good, but I…”
But he’s never let go like this. He’s probably never even seen a guy twice. I’m pushing his boundaries, luring him into adventures he never imagined.
I want to tell him it’s way more than okay, but my mouth is stuffed full. There’s barely space for air, let alone words. So instead I moan around him.
“Mmm mm,” I try.
He either gets the message or can’t stop, and either answer works for me. Luke’s hips snap at me, driving his cock deeper into my mouth, almost hitting the back of my throat. I knew what I was in for and take it all with ease, pushing aside any gag reflex that might threaten to rear up. It’s simple when I want him in my mouth so badly, when his heavy cock feels so good filling me, when I can taste the salty pre-cum and know I want more. No pulling out this time. I’m going to take him the way he took me. The verythought has me hard with eagerness, my baggy pants suddenly restrictive.
I suck him. I flick my tongue. I hollow out my cheeks as much as I can the next time he plunges into my mouth. Luke moans and moans above me, each sound more pitiful than the one that came before. He doesn’t release my wrists or slow his hips. He doesn’t ask again if I’m okay. He throws himself at me with a fervor that makes me suspect he’s throwing his head back in ecstasy as he races toward his limit.
“Sebastian, I need to…” he says. “I’m so close. Where?”
The question is gratifyingly desperate. I don’t want to open my mouth and lose him in order to answer. I simply groan, long and needy, and hope he gets the message. From the way his hips keep moving, it seems that he does, but to be extra sure I tilt my head as much as I can, taking even more of him, sucking him hard to leave zero doubt about how I intend for this to end.
“Christ, Sebastian,” Luke groans. “I’ve never … felt a mouth like yours.”
Baby, I know it. I’m giving him the full experience, everything I’ve got. If I’m going to drag him into this adventure, I’m going to make sure he leaves so satisfied he can’t find an ounce of regret about it.
It seems like he’s about to achieve that satisfaction. All words have dropped away. He’s nearly cutting off thecirculation to my hands with the way he’s holding my wrists. Every time he delves into my mouth, he manages to go deeper. I take him all the way into my throat, then swallow around him, and that’s more than he can take. Luke lets out a long, low noise. His hips still. Hot cum sprays down my throat as I go on swallowing around him, drinking him down until he’s completely spent.
He drops my wrists, but braces his hands against the wall. Even when he pulls out of my mouth, he stays there panting above me while I wipe at my lips and gaze up at him. He’s flushed and ragged, and he’s never looked sexier in our brief acquaintance.Thisis Luke when he’s undone.Thisis Luke when he’s past his limit, when he lets go, when he drops the pretense and shatters.
I’m so busy staring that it surprises me when he suddenly scoops me up off the ground and pushes me against the wall. I’ve barely gotten my legs under me when he drops to his knees and drags my pants down. I yelp as he takes me suddenly into his mouth, my hand flying to his hair so I can brace myself. I wanted this, sure, but I didn’t expect it. I was too drunk on the high of getting him off, of seeing him completely open. I forgot about my own needs for a moment, but his hot, voracious mouth brings those needs roaring back to the surface.
I curl my fingers through his hair and thunk my head back against the wall. He throws himself down me, going fast and hard, like there’s some kind of timer on this, likehe only has so long before he has to finish me off. But there’s no reason to rush, none at all. He can stay here and suck me all night, if he has the courage not to run.
We both know that isn’t happening, so I sink into the moment and let him bob his head along me until my balls are aching and ready to explode. I yank on his hair and grit out a warning, but like me, Luke simply moans. Those noises have become like a shared language for us. I’m already learning when they mean “yes.” Like now. Right now, as my control snaps and I come down his throat with a shout.
After, I sink down to the floor in front of him, and both of us sit there disheveled and undone. I expect him to tell me he has to go, he can’t stay, this is dangerous, something along those lines, but he just sits there staring at me, his eyes dissecting me like I’m one of his students’s math problems.
Then he says the one thing I never, ever would have predicted:
