I wanted to understand him; know everything about him.
I wanted to know how his hair stood up in the morning and what brand of toothpaste he used.
For the first time in my life, I wanted the man peacefully content in my arms to wish me a goodnight every single night. I began to feel my eyes fall heavy with the steady snores and encased warmth of Luke’s body holding me cocooned to him. Because I knew I could never get enough of him—of this.
* * *
I’d had many wonderful wake-up calls in the past, for them only to be a lie. A fantasy of my mind before shaking me rudely back to reality. A warm mouth around my hard length and firm fingers pressing into my thighs though, was one morning wake-up call I knew was definitely real as I looked up to be greeted by the warmth of Luke’s mischievous green eyes.
“Fuck.” I hissed, pushing myself up the bed further to get a better view as he dipped his tongue out and swiped it across the weeping mushroom bulb. “You didn’t have to —” I fisted my hands in the sheets at the sensation.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to wake?” Luke questioned, raising his brow before he kept his gaze pinpointed on me. He trailed his tongue down the length of my cock, before pulling back and giving my balls a slight squeeze, making me growl. “Hours. I’ve been laid here for hours, watching you, drinking you in and admiring you. It’s been pure torture.”
“This is torture. I need more.”
“I know.” Luke chuckled under his breath. “You have me caught under your skin and it’s eating me alive. I mean, it’s nearly mid-day. I’m sure you have plans.”
“I do, but that can wait.” I winked.
Luke slid up the bed and moved closer to me, my cock missing the warmth of his mouth as his forehead touched mine and the invisible tether between us hung in the air. I didn’t miss Luke’s sharp intake of breath as I felt his hand encase around not just my cock but his too, as he seamlessly worked our lengths together. The exquisite feel of his soft hand and his hard cock rubbing against me, combined with Luke’s previous warmth of his mouth, had me clinging on to my release. I was so close. I leaned forward, desperate for the contact with his lips, the tingling sensation in my back racing up my spine and I mouthed against Luke’s seamed lips.
“I’m so close, baby. I’m so close.” The force of the overwhelming sensation taking hold was so powerful it actually scared me as Luke’s gaze bore into mine.
“It’s okay. Me too.” I ran my fingers along Luke’s cheek and delved my tongue into his mouth before pulling back as we both came together, long and hard. Our hot strands of cum coated each other as we both screamed each other’s names simultaneously.
“Baby.” I looked at Luke, his eyelids heavy. “Shower and up.” I smacked his arse as he pulled me closer towards him and trailed his tongue across my bottom lip.
“Why?” he pouted. “You can’t complain. It took me all this time to get you up.”
“Because I need to feed you and I’m grabbing us a takeaway. Plus, this afternoon you were right, I do have plans,” I sheepishly said, placing a kiss against his lips. “With Isobel, but… before you say a word.”
“I wasn’t.”
I raised my brow and looked at Luke, waiting for an answer.
“You can’t do that. You’re all naked and have an upper hand.”
“And you’re not,” I replied, mocking him in shock. “I want you two to get along. She’s one of my besties.”
“I know. I’ll come with you.” Luke grinned before trailing his gaze down my chest.
“You’re irrevocable. Out of bed. In the shower. Now,” I demanded sternly.
“Yes, sir.” Luke jumped out of bed and headed straight for the shower as I felt my length harden and slapped my hand against my head. “You’re going to be the bloody death of me.”
* * *
How long does it take to get showered? I’d cleaned myself in the main shower and left Luke in the en-suite, knowing if I’d gone in with him, we’d probably still be in there now, having not ordered food and more than likely be disturbed by Isobel calling and disturbing us at the most awkward of times, wondering where the hell I was.
I hope I’d not pissed him off by leaving him alone to shower, but it had seemed we’d turned a corner together. I was trying to make Luke see what everyday life would be like as a couple—not just someone here to fuck when he wanted—we were more than that and I knew he’d recognised that too. It was just how we made it work together, with knowing an expiration date stood in the way. I wasn’t going to think about the inevitable and live for the now. I deserved happiness—Luke did, too. So, I did what came too naturally and thought how best to slot him bang center into my world where he could make himself feel comfortable and should I dare hope—find it was home.
“Luke, food will be here in five minutes. I know I said shower, but I think you may have your neighbors complaining of a lack of water pressure in the building soon.” I knocked on the door, chuckling as I heard the water turn off and the rustling behind the door. With a flick of the latch, my mouth dried up at the sight standing before me. “Luke,” I breathed huskily.
“Freddie.” Luke brushed his lips against mine.
“I hope you didn’t mind me placing a food order. I was h-hungry.” I forced the words out, but desperately wanted to lick the water droplets that were cascading down his chest. “I thought you may be too.”
“I’d better get dressed before that food arrives and ends up going to waste,” Luke uttered, walking past me into the bedroom before I reached for his wrist and turned him to face me.