If I hadn’t been celibate for over a year, this could’ve gone on forwaylonger.
I hum against his mouth, then go to kneel. “Let’s see how long you’ll last, shall we?” But I am not going to useonlymy hands. I wouldn’t regret tonight even if it’d add another week of lying in bed to my life. It’d only be an extra week I get to spend with my boyfriend around.
Ah, shit. Myboyfriend. The last time I had one of those it ended in a disaster so let’s hope this one won’t because Ireallywant this to work out.
I pull Luan slightly forward on the bed then push him to lie down before hooking my fingers into his shorts and underwear, yanking them both down. He lifts his ass to make it a little easier.
When my eyes lay on his dick, my mouth waters with the temptation of going straight for it, with the temptation to wrap my lips around it and suck the life right out of him. But I’m going to take it slow and make it good for him.
As I lie down on my stomach between Luan’s legs, wrapping a hand around the length of him, Luan’s eyes fill with worry instead of desire, and that definitely worriesme.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “I can stop if you want me to, Luan.”
He shakes his head. “Just… promise me I won’t be a one-night stand, Grey. Say you won’t break up with me right after.”
I crawl up his body until our faces are at the same height. I then kiss him, deep and passionate yet not quite as hungry as before. “I promise, baby. I amnotgoing to break up with you.” Ever.
Who would’ve thought that was what made Luan insecure? Being broken up with after sex, that’s very specific, too. Who would’ve thought sex even intimidates him in the first place? He’s all sure of himself and thrives on confidence yet lacks each of them when he’s naked.
“Okay.”
I kiss my way back down his body, keeping my eyes locked with his. The lower I go, the shakier his exhales become. Once I’m positioned between his legs again, Luan smiles at me softly. It’s not lust-filled or generally hungry, it’s just soft and sweet.
“Grey Davis?” he says when I wrap my hand back around his thick cock and slide my thumb over the head when he leaks some precum.
“Yes?”
“I really like you.”
Now it’s my turn to smile at him, wondering how that’s even possible. How could someone like Luan Hayes start to like someone likeme? I’m not as special as he is. All I do most of the time is scowl and appear annoyed. And still, somehow, he’s seeing something in me that I’m not even sure is there.
“I really like you, too.” Just a few years ago, I would’ve ignored him and not said a single word after his admission, but now not saying anything but the truth seems completely wrong.
I like him. I don’t know how that happened or when, but if someone gave me the ability to travel back in time, I’d look for that very moment and yell at myself to give in already and not let us both suffer unnecessarily long.
Pressing my lips to his tip, Luan gasps, followed by a soft groan. His hips buck up, but I push them back down.
“We saidhandjob,” he tries to complain.
“No,yousaidI’mgetting a handjob. I asked if I could return the favor, but I never said I’d give you a handjob in return.” That said, I lick his slit, then take the head into my mouth, sucking gently at first.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes out and reaches a hand into my hair, pulling on the strands.
Releasing him with a quiet pop, I dart my tongue out and lick up the length of him, then take his cock in my hand to give him a long stroke. My other hand cups his balls, adding some gentle pressure.
His cock pulses in my hand and I groan at the feeling, knowing it’smewho pulls this reaction out of him.
I take him back into my mouth, this time taking as much of him as possible. Every bit that doesn’t fit when I start to move, I pump with my hand. Slow at first, then picking up the pace by a notch at a time.
Luan shifts under me, moaning, panting. His fingers tighten in my hair, his other hand now gripping the sheets beside him. “Fuck, Grey…”
I knead his balls, not too much or too hard, just enough to hear him hum with satisfaction.
Sucking on his tip, Luan tips his head back and he lets out a sexy as fuck whimper that’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.
His muscles flex, tensing and going slick with each bob of my head. And just when I think he’s about to come, his phone rings on my nightstand.
I release his cock, looking up. Luan and I both look at his phone with annoyance, but when he’s about to mute his phone, I reach for it, look at the screen long enough to read the contact name before picking up.
