Page 106 of The Forever Vault

“Says the guy who couldn’t be more excited when he found out we were dating!” Luke shoved a finger into Ty’s chest.

“Yeah!” A semi-drunk me agreed, remembering Ty’s giddiness.

“Okay, fine. Gossip away, veteran Olympic gymnasts.” Ty started to walk back to the Uber.

“You sure you’re good to head back alone?” Luke asked.

“Totally, bro. See you tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late.”

“Later.”

Luke’s fingers found his way through mine and he squeezed my hand as he led the way to what used to be his room in the village. It was close to two in the morning and I couldn’t hold back my yawn.

“Something tells me I’m not getting a pounding tonight?”

“That obvious?” I asked.

Luke smiled, then let go of my hand to give my crotch a squeeze. “I wouldn’t mind putting my mouth to work for a little bit.”

I groaned. “That sounds really nice. Did I ever tell you you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

* * *

“Fuck!” I threw back the covers. Seeing the movement below wasn’t enough. I wanted to watch Luke finish me off.

Our plans for orgasming last night ended as soon as we hit the bed, but that apparently gave Luke extra incentive to take advantage of my morning wood. I was half-afraid the loud slurping combined with my moans would wake Ezra, but I wasn’t even sure if he was here.

“I’m close!” I cried out.

“Gimme that load,” Luke said, quickening the pace of his hand.

I glanced down. His tongue was out, mouth open, waiting for it. He knew exactly what I liked, over-the-top dirty talk and all.

Fuck.

He let a few spurts blast into the air before wrapping his lips around the head to catch the rest of it. A few more sucks had me shuddering with sensitivity, though he became more gentle before pulling off completely. He licked me from base to tip, then gave the head a kiss.

“Good morning to me,” I said, letting my head fall back against the pillow.

Luke scooted up my body, but he wasn’t hard.

“Your turn.”

Luke shook his head. “Already took care of myself.”

“When?” I asked.

“You may have been asleep. It might be in your hair.”

My eyes grew wide, matching the smile on his face. “You little pervert!” I launched myself on top of him, tickling him with no mercy despite his attempts to convince me to stop.

“If you can cum on my face while I’m sleeping, your arm is just fine!”

“It wasn’t - your face,” he replied between breaths. “I was - teasing.”

I relented with a big raspberry finale on his stomach. He hated that.

“I don’t see why you care so much. You love my cum.”