“Did I say something wrong?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I clipped. I shifted back, and Lucas got out of the car. When he was out of the way, I slammed the door closed and locked it. I grabbed the keys and his bag out of Lucas’s hand and then stalked up to the front door. I knew I was being weird, cold even, but I just needed to get him inside with the door closed and locked behind us.
Unlocking the front door, I pushed it wide, stepped in, dumped his backpack on the ground and waited for Lucas to step through. He did with a frown and drawn brows. He was worried. I didn’t like I’d made him worry, but he would soon know why I was being a dickhead.
Closing the door, I locked it, and faced him. Only he had his back to me and seemed to be looking around the living room while wringing his hands.
Shit, I’d gone and fucked this up. I stepped up to his side, grabbed his wrist gently, and led him down the hall to his bedroom. He followed, and I was surprised, yet grateful, he did. Inside the room, I turned him, cupped his cheeks, and kissed him.
Seconds.
That was all it took for Lucas to melt into me and accept my kiss, give it back, and turn it into more when his mouth opened against mine. I gripped his turtleneck and tugged it up. We broke apart enough for me to pull it from his body, then we were back to kissing. Lucas fumbled with my vest, and then it slid down my arms. The frantic kissing stopped. I took the vest and placed it on the office chair in his room. Turning back to him, I gripped my long-sleeved top and dragged it off my body, throwing it to the floor.
I then took in Lucas. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His pale skin outshone the backdrop of his bedroom, and I wanted to taste every inch. He wasn’t bulky like I was. He was slim but firm. Shit, the six-pack surprised me.
His cheeks heated under my gaze, and I watched as his eyes darted over my upper body. He went to cross his arms over his chest, and I wondered if he felt inadequate next to my larger, broader frame. I didn’t want him to because, to me, he was fuckin’ perfect.
“Don’t,” I ordered. “Don’t hide. Ever. I’ve never got hard for a guy, never thought about a guy, and look at me here in your room, wanting you. You’re fuckin’ stunnin’, Lucas.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Do I need to prove how stunnin’ I think you are?” I stepped closer, my cock throbbing under my jeans. Shit, every time I thought of this guy, I was sporting a semi or instantly hard.
He shrugged.
Good, I’d show him by my actions.
I’d never thought about doing this before to anyone, but I couldn’t wait to taste Lucas. Stopping in front of him, he smiled shyly. Only when I dropped to my knees, his mouth popped open in shock, and his eyes widened.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice high from shock. He tried to pull me back up, but I wouldn’t move.
“Provin’ to you how much I like your body.”
“Oh my God, you… ah, you don’t have to do that.” He fought me as I undid his jeans button and lowered his zipper.
“Know I don’t have to, Lucas, but want to.”
His hands landed over mine at his waist just as I hooked two fingers in to tug them down. “Stop, I… you’re, um, new to this… ah, it, you might not like it, and then you’ll leave.”
That was what he was worried about? Shit, he didn’t need to concern himself.
A chuckle dropped from my lips, and I shook my head. He seriously had no idea how much I craved his body.
“Lucas.”
“Y-Yes?”
“Remove your hands.”
“But—”
“Lucas, now,” I clipped.
He swallowed thickly and removed his hands from over mine, resting them down at his sides. I liked seeing his erratic breathing as I slowly glided his pants down his legs and helped him kick them off. His already hard dick sprang free and bounced in front of me, as if begging me to taste it.
I couldn’t wait.
I placed my hands at the back of Lucas’s thighs and rubbed them up over his ass cheeks. He shivered and panted, looking down at me with desire in his eyes.
I kissed his hip, then the other. “You’re fuckin’ sexy, Lucas.” I licked the tip of his leaking cock, and he moaned my name. Christ, I liked hearing it. “You want my mouth?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“You got it,” I told him, and sucked the first cock I’d ever had into my mouth. His smooth skin tasted salty, but it was a good kind. I licked, sucked, and slid my mouth, tongue, and lips up and down his shaft.
“Wade,” he cried. “So close.”
I tightened my grip on his ass cheeks and pushed his hips forward, making his cock push into my mouth. I glanced up to see the wonderment in his eyes. He slowly shifted his hips back and then forced his dick in. His eyes darkened, his mouth opened, and then he dropped his head back and groaned.
He looked back down at me, then out into the room. “Oh God,” he cried just as he pushed all the way in and came down my throat. He covered his face with his hands and mumbled something.
Grinning, I stood and removed his hands, but then he buried his face into my chest. “What did you say?”
He shook his head.
“Lucas” was all I said.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he blurted. “But I came in like two seconds.”
My chest shook with my laugh. “It’s good to see I can make you crazy like you do me,” I told him. He let out a squeal as I picked him up. He locked his legs around
