He wrapped his arms around me before I felt him grasp my ass cheeks.
“I won’t last if you do that,” I gritted out.
“I know,” he cockily replied. He pushed his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. “I want to watch you make love to me. I want to see you come apart as you fuck me.”
Ah, shit. That did it. My hips took on a mind of their own as I began fucking him. The only sound in the room was our breaths mingling together and the sound of my cock moving in and out of his body.
“You’re so beautiful, Luke.” He trailed his hands over my chest before I felt him tug on my nipples. “I want to still feel you tomorrow. I want to know that you’re mine for as long as I can.”
“Fuck!” I could feel the pleasure start to travel down my spine. My balls began to tingle and I knew that with Freddie—in this moment—there was no going back from here.
He was mine.
“That’s right.” He stared up at me as we went from making love to me losing myself in him. “Come apart. I want to feel you…”
I reached down between us, needing him to join me as I gave myself over to the pleasure. I grabbed his shaft and began pumping him in time to my thrusts.
“Need to feel you,” I gasped as I felt him tighten around me. “Come for me, Freddie. I need to feel you…”
He cut me off when he suddenly reached up and grabbed me by the back of my head and yanked my lips down to his. He thrust his tongue between my parted lips as I felt his orgasm hit him. His inner muscles squeezed me as he came apart for me.
I slammed my hips against his, fucking him hard before I felt my orgasm hit.
“Freddie I’m gonna… fuck!” I slumped down over him, my head going straight to his shoulder as I emptied myself into my condom.
We lay like that for a few moments before I felt him trail his fingers up my sides.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I grunted as I felt myself soften inside of him. “I’ll be back,” I whispered. I kissed his neck before I pulled away from him. “Will just go and dispose of that.” I pulled out of him slowly before I reached down and pulled the used condom slowly off his shaft.
“I’ve never had someone clean me up before,” he admitted as I climbed up off the bed.
“Get used to it.” I gave him a cheeky wink as I went to the bathroom, grinning when I saw that he was checking out my naked arse as I walked away from him. After I disposed of the condoms in the bin, I washed my hands and, after tidying myself up, I walked back into the bedroom to see him putting some tissues in the bin. “Are you staying?” I asked him.
Seeing him tidying himself up, I was hit with the irrational panic that he was taking off.
“Hell yeah.” He climbed back into bed and laid his arm out, gesturing for me to take the spot next to him. “I’m looking forward to my breakfast in the morning,” he joked.
I laughed as I climbed in next to him. I placed my head on his chest and as he wrapped his arm around me, I knew we were going to be okay.
He placed his lips against my forehead and gave it a soft kiss. “Goodnight, Luke,” he whispered.
I closed my eyes as I listened to the beat of his heart. “Goodnight, Freddie.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
FREDDIE
Goodnight Freddie.
The sultry words Luke had spoken as he laid his head on my chest, echoed in my ears. I trailed my fingers up and down the ridges of his defined abdominal muscles. His words warmed my soul. How could two small words carry such a powerful message? They beamed straight into my mind and were stuck on a loop that I wanted to continue playing over and over again; a new favorite record. They packed more of a punch than anI love youcould ever do in my eyes. That probably sounded crazy, but so many people threw the phrase around without a common thought of the emotion the words should carry behind them.
The way love should make everything come to a standstill and make the air you breathe make you feel as if it’s been sucked from the depth of your lungs. That each breath you take is for them and them alone. A sense of floating in sync together as the world continues their daily plight with tasks that seem so meaningless to you now, when the only thing that matters is that one true love. Instead, too many people speak the phrase and use it like a common game of catch, only to go and drop the person and hurt one of them. But to hear someone say goodnight showed so much more; it showed promise—hope.
Luke was allowing me to see his vulnerability; the side of him where very few people had been let in before. An opportunity to see the real him. It was a chance I wouldn’t throw away; instead, I would run towards it. I wanted to experience it all with Luke and begin to unpick the inner workings of how this—my man—ticked, without it just being about sex.
I wanted to build more.