Luka stared at me with an expression so open it hurt to see it. Then he leaned forward suddenly and kissed me, not tentatively, but with a desperation that made my heart race.
I slid my hands into his hair as his lips met mine. Then he made a quiet sound against my mouth, andfuck, it nearly destroyed me.
We stumbled together until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Luka followed me down, kissing me as if he couldn’t get closeenough, his hands gripping my sweater. All the restraint he carried in public unraveled piece by piece beneath my hands. Luka kissed me like he was starving for something he no longer knew how to live without.
God, I knew that feeling.
‘Earned It’ filled the air, slow, sensual, controlled at first, before swelling into something that felt emotionally consuming, perfectly capturing my growing hunger for him.
I kissed him slowly, trying to pour everything I’d left unspoken into the touch of my lips against his. Luka made another quiet sound low in his throat and pressed closer.
“Dean…”
In that moment I wanted every part of him, especially the guarded bits he’d finally allowed me to see, and I knew exactly what he needed from me tonight.
He buried his face against my neck, his breathing uneven, while I stroked one hand through his hair.
“You’re okay,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
His body tightened for one fragile second before he let out a shuddering exhale. He looked up at me, and I touched his face, memorizing him beneath my palms. Luka’s eyes closed as he brought his hand up to grip my shoulder, anchoring himself.
“Potrebujem ta.” He swallowed, then opened his eyes. “I… I need you.”
I kissed him, taking my time, stroking bare flesh beneath his sweater, feeling him relax against me.
“You can touch me too,” I said against his lips.
He let out a raw chuckle. “You are giving permission?”
I laughed. “I’ll do better than that.” I sat up, stripped off my own sweater, then helped him out of his. Then I lay back down, running my hands over his smooth skin, feeling it pebble beneath my fingertips. When I moved lower toward his jeans, his breathing caught, his abs quivering.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promised.
Before he could get a word out, I popped the button on his waistband, unzipped his fly, and slid my hand over his briefs, his dick already hard under the cotton. I gave it a gentle squeeze, then went back to teasing his nipples.
Luka grabbed my wrist and dragged my hand right back to his shaft. “Tu.”
I laughed. “Don’t be shy, Luka, tell me what you want.” I pulled off his sneakers and socks, then gripped his jeans and tugged them down his legs. And then I went right back to kissing him, my hand in constant motion, traveling over his warm skin, exploring him, Luka’s head resting in the crook of my arm.
I teased a finger under his briefs, rubbing over his hole, and Luka let out a whimper that went straight to my dick.
“That okay?”
“Yes,” he croaked, his back arching when I took his nipple between my teeth and gently tugged on it.
Fuck, the noises he makes.
I brought a finger to his mouth. “Get it wet, baby.”
Luka’s eyes widened. He sucked on my finger, his eyes never leaving mine.
Okay, that waswayhotter than I’d expected.
I pulled free of his mouth and retraced a path to his hole, moving the fabric aside to ease the tip of my finger into him.
Luka’s moans increased in volume.
“Just let it feel good,” I murmured, pulling him half into my lap, while he spread for me. He was so tight and warm, his body moving against mine as I slid my finger deeper inside him. I kissed him again, chuckling when he stretched his arm toward the nightstand and grabbed the lube. Then he shoved his briefs over his hips, tossed them to the floor, and lay face down on the bed, ass tilted.
