I feel equal parts nervous and excited as I walk from the bathroom, and his gaze lands heavy on me.
“Oh shit,” he mutters from the bed, his eyes sweeping over my body and landing on my cock. “So hot. You’re so fucking sexy.”
A flush spreads over my skin as I move in behind him.
“So are you,” I reply as I spread his ass cheeks. My finger brushes against his hole, and he gasps.
“More,” he demands, and I chuckle.
“You’ll get more when I say you can,” I reply, reaching over and grabbing onto the lube. I dribble some on my fingers, rimming his hole with them.
Luke grunts a little and then moans when my finger breaches him. His fists clench the sheets as I work my finger inside of him.
Fuck. Me. This sight right in front of me is everything. I’m not going to last. I’m already halfway there and I haven’t even switched on my vibrator yet.
“Come on, Eli. Give me more,” he mutters as I slide two fingers in and out of him, stretching him open for me. “Give it all to me.”
I hum under my breath and then add a third finger, and his breath comes out as a wheeze. “Oh shit.”
“You wanted more,” I say darkly as I add a fourth. He’s arching back into me now, fucking my fingers because he wants this as much as I do.
Oh, he’s so ready for me to fuck him.
I remove my fingers and lube up my cock, switching my vibrator on to the lowest setting, otherwise this will be over way too fast. I place myself right at the entrance of his hole.
Luke looks at me over his shoulder, and I almost come just from the vision of him––his panting lips, his reddened cheeks, his tousled hair. He looks disheveled and fucked already, and I haven’t even done anything yet.
“You ready?” I ask, my voice hoarse, and my fingers digging into his muscular hips.
“Hell yeah.”
I shift my hips forward, and our eyes stay connected as I slide inside him.
And god, the power I feel coursing through me, the way he takes me so good without any complaint. This is almost better than an orgasm.
“Fuck,” he mutters and drops his forehead onto the sheets when I’m fully seated inside of him.
I slide my hips back, exiting him entirely, and then push my way back inside. It’s slow, torturous, and meant to drive him crazy, but it’s doing things to me too. I feel flushed and eager, wild and insatiable, as my heart pounds in my chest.
I have never felt this good during sex. Never.
Luke grunts as he pushes back against me.
“Harder,” he says, and I tighten my hold on his hips as I pull out and ram into him, the muscled flesh of our thighs slapping together.
His whole body shifts up the mattress, and he moans as I fuck my way in and out of him.
His skin shines with sweat and exertion as his right hand feverishly jerks his cock in time with my thrusts. I lean over him so my hands and chest can feel his body thrum and tremble as I hit his prostate each time.
“Oh fuck,” he growls, and I move faster in and out of him. “Tell me I can come, Eli. Tell me. I need it.”
Well, look at him, asking for permission.
I wrench his hand away from his cock and replace it with my own lubed hand, stroking his thick cock as my hips arch into him. And god, I’m close, so fucking close. I need to come with him.
My thoughts are incoherent and jumbled as I feel myself nearing the brink.
“Luke. Come,” I breathe.