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It seems like Luke’s body might be crying out for more as well, though. He shifts his hips, and our lips lose contact as we gasp from the friction of his clothed cock against mine.
Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little about kissing him for the entire night. Because this … this is really good.
I move my hips with his, grinding myself against him. It’s tentative at first, almost accidental, but as the friction builds, the rolling of our hips gains intent and direction. He might be taller than me, but we fit together perfectly when we grind our bodies against each other like this.
Our mouths haven’t quite found each other again, which gives Luke space to say, “I have no idea what I’m doing. It … it usually doesn’t go like this.”
That shouldn’t be so damn hot, but I love the idea that I’ve made him lose control, that he’s chasing raw, animal instinct rather than a carefully calculated plan that serves to keep him insulated.
“I don’t care,” I say.
“But…”
I roll my hips at him, and his words drop away into a moan.
“It feels so fucking good,” I say. “Just keep doing it.”
I use his hair to yank him back to my mouth before he can respond. The only answer I want is the one his body will give me. That will say all that needs to be said.
And boy, does his body ever have a lot to say. Luke groans as he lands against my mouth. Our tongues slide against each other. Our hips search for more contact. The straining of my cock against my zipper is starting to border on uncomfortable. A pathetic, needy noise winds its way out of my throat, and I make no attempt to stop it.
“Fuck,” Luke rasps, like he’s annoyed, like he’s desperate, like he can’t stand another moment of this.
He pushes up off of me, lunging sideways for that little nightstand. I fumble with my clothes while he gets whatever he’s reaching for, and the relief is instantaneous when I unzip my pants and shove them down to my ankles. I’m still struggling with my shirt when Luke returns. He freezes for a beat, eyes flying to my exposed cock, and I get the gratification of watching his throat work around some surge of emotion and desire.
The hesitation only lasts an instant before we both fly back into motion. I nearly tear my shirt in my haste to get it off, then I untangle myself from my pants. I mean to get Luke into a similar state, but when I turn to him he’s already done the job for me. Better yet, he’s strokinghimself, hand working slowly up and down that thick, juicy cock of his.
Seeing him like that gets me so fucking hard it’s painful even without clothing restricting me. So when he speaks, I know exactly how to answer.
“How should we, uh…” he starts.
I grab him by the hair before he finishes, pulling him to me yet again. I fall back, dragging him with me, ensuring his body lands back on mine where I want it.
The contact instantly inspires a moan, but it’s even better this time around. He wasn’t idly touching himself before. His cock is slick, and when he rolls his hips he slides against me in a way that sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
Maybe it’s not the most efficient way to do this. It’s barely better than dry humping through clothes. But I have his mouth, I have his whole body against mine, and I’m not letting go for anything.
I squeeze my knees in around him and move with him, our bodies swaying toward each other like water flowing into the same river, pulled together by gravity.
It’s so easy after that that it’s a wonder this has never happened before. Our hips are made to slot together. Our bodies move in sync. Our lips never completely part now that they’re locked. Our hands land in hair and on skin, digging in with desperate intent.
I can’t believe I ever thought I’d walk away from this.
I dig my nails into Luke’s broad, strong back and hang on as the friction of our bodies drives me toward the edge. It’s so messy, so haphazard, so absurd, but I’m squeezing my eyes shut and groaning from every little bit of contact anyway.
Luke groans in concert, then reaches his hand down between us. The moment he holds us more firmly, purposefully together, I know I’m done for. Every movement grinds my cock against his, the lube not enough to quench the fire building between us. My nails bite harder, surely leaving marks all over Luke’s back. His moan rumbles through his chest where it’s pressed against mine, the sound shaking something loose inside me.
I seize his bottom lip between my teeth, wanting more than kisses as need grips me in its fist. I tug as Luke holds us and thrusts his hips, but I lose his lip an instant later when I throw my head back and let out a cry of overflowing pleasure. I know Luke is following me, but I’m lost in my own bliss for a few moments, swimming in every sweet beat of relief erupting out of me. Maybe the warmth hitting me is me; maybe it’s him. It’s probably both of us, but I couldn’t care less as I let out everything I have before collapsing onto the mattress.
Luke’s weight drapes over me a moment later. His hand stays clasped around us, holding most of our combined mess. My hands loosen and I let them flop to the mattress. Our chests press against each other as webattle to find space enough for breath. Every panting inhale carries the taste of his exhales as Luke gazes down at me with glazed over eyes.
Even in this state, a trickle of fear seeps into my mind like oil spilling into a crystal clear lake. Will Luke recoil when the post-nut clarity hits him? Will those kisses, this closeness, feel like a mistake? I wait, tense, but he simplylooksat me for several breaths before finally saying, “I’ll get something to clean this up with.”
I’m horribly cold without his body on top of me. It isn’t the temperature in his house; it’s the lack of contact, the lack of skin against skin. Losing it is like suddenly losing a tooth and compulsively sticking your tongue in the glaring empty space.
Luke finally returns. He lets me clean up with the towel he apparently used for himself. Then, incredibly, he gets back into bed with me, lying on his side to face me, a hand landing tentatively on my hip. I need the contact too badly to question it. I turn onto my side and set a hand on his chest, fingers dragging through the hair there.
I know I should let this moment be, take it for the gift it is, but this night has been so strange and unexpected. One of the questions that has been boiling inside me since Luke extended this invitation crackles on my tongue, and finally I can’t hold it back anymore, especially in the silence of his bedroom.
