As soon as we were through the door, I placed Lucas on his feet and swept his tee off, throwing it to the floor. I removed my vest while Lucas eagerly undid my jeans button. I put my vest on the back of the chair and tugged my own T-shirt off, dropping it to the ground. Lucas unzipped my jeans and then worked on his own.
I leaned in and captured his lips, cupping the back of his head. Using my free hand, I pushed his jeans down his legs. I felt him kick them off, and then his hands were at my waist, shoving my jeans down. Only they got stuck on my boots.
“Fuck,” I clipped. I pulled away to kick off my boots and then fling my jeans and boxers off with them. Lucas removed his socks, and we were back to kissing and touching each other, anywhere we wanted.
Reaching between us, I took hold of both our cocks and slid my palm over them together. The kiss stopped. Lucas panted out his breaths while he rested his head against my chest to watch my hand work us.
“Goddamn, this feels good,” I told him, because it did. He hummed under his breath.
We’d been messing around for the last month, trying different ways to get each other off without actually doing it. I’d fucking loved each and every moment. It always got me off. He always got me off. I fucking loved his body, his flat chest, his cock, his ass. Especially when, a couple of nights ago, I had my fingers in his warm, tight hole. He’d gone crazy, moaning, crying my name, and I’d come in my jeans again because he’d been rocking over my erection.
He was the sexiest person I’d ever had.
And he was mine.
All damn mine.
Hell, I couldn’t be happier.
“Stop,” Lucas whispered, his hand going over mine around both of us.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He lifted his head, his eyes full of desire and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. He licked his lips. “I want….” He glanced to the side.
I gripped his waist and asked, “What do you want, babe?”
“More.”
“In what way?” I questioned. I was guessing he wanted to go all the way, and hell I wanted it as well, but I needed him to be sure and for Lucas to actually tell me.
His cheeks pinked. I gently pinched his chin and brought his gaze back to mine. “Tell me,” I ordered.
He scraped his top teeth over his bottom lip. Then he whispered words that had my cock throbbing and leaking in eagerness. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Fuck me.
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Get on the bed, Lucas,” I ordered, my voice thick and rough.
He tried to hide his smile with his hand, but I caught it. He liked getting what he wanted and hell, I would give him anything in my power.
Lucas slowly walked over to the bed, climbed on it, and then rolled over to his back. His hair splayed out on the pillow. His full lips looked redder than usual from all the kissing. His cock was hard and ready for its release.
Stunning.
There was no way I could touch myself right then or else I’d be embarrassing myself. Instead, I asked, “Where’s the lube, condom?”
He rolled to the side, to his bedside table. He pulled it open quickly, but too fast because the whole thing came open and dropped to the floor. He flushed but grabbed the items and set them on the bed. Grinning, I took the steps to the end of the bed.
“Tell me what way would be better for you.”
He blew out a breath and shrugged. “Any, I’ll… um.” He glanced around the room.
“Babe,” I said, and his eyes shot back to me. “It’s just you and me in here, say anythin’ you want. You got nothin’ to be embarrassed about. Nothin’.”
“Okay,” he whispered. “It will probably be best with you on top or, um, me on my knees and you behind me. But I’ll, ah, need prep first.”
Fuck me. His words pounded into my cock.
“Spread ’em for me, babe,” I ordered.
“Wade,” he said softly.
“Babe,” I replied and quirked my eyebrow.
He grumbled something under his breath, probably giving himself a pep talk about how he shouldn’t feel embarrassed about showing me all of him. He would eventually understand. He would eventually give me what I wanted without complaint because he would know he would benefit from it in the end also.
Only this time, I would help him.
I kneeled on the bed at the end. Lucas watched as I slowly reached out for his ankles. For a while, I rubbed my hands up and down his shins, then gripped his ankles and separated his legs. I moved them up, so his knees bent, and I could get a better look at the spot where I wanted to be.
I loved how smooth his ass was. I shifted forward to lie between his legs. I glanced up to him and found he’d covered his face with his hands.
“Lucas,” I clipped.
He didn’t say or do anything.
“Babe,” I tried again, softer.
“I-If you, um, keep going, I won’t feel so, ah, bad… if that makes sense?”
It did. He needed touch and sensation to take him away from what his brain was saying to him. I grabbed the tube of lube, opened it, and squeezed some on my fingers before dropping it to the bed. Leaning in, I kissed the side of his inner thigh, and his body jolted from the contact. I trailed my tongue up until I leaned up and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He moaned. His hands moved from his face and gripped the blankets under us. As I licked and sucked, I gently reached out and rubbed my slicked fingers over his hole.
He rocked up into my
