“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he murmurs, brushing the backs of his fingers down the side of my face before gripping me by the jaw, his hold tight. It sends a little jolt of fear through me with how ravenous he looks, almost like he wants to eat me alive. It shocks me how easily I would let him do it, too.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to,” I gasp out as Luke moves his mouth down to my ear, nuzzling his nose against my throat, his breath hot on my neck. It sends a shiver down my spine that I can’t control, which doesn’t go past Luke’s notice.He chuckles, clearly satisfied with himself and what he’s doing to me.
One hand snakes through my hair, moving my head the way he wants it, giving him the perfect opening to put his lips on my skin, sending waves of heat down my chest and to my core. I grip his arm for dear life, feeling like it’s the only thing keeping me in this reality.
Luke’s ultimately in control of everything we’re doing, something I’m not quite used to. I’ve been with a few women who liked to be a little more dominant in the bedroom, but I always felt I was still running the show. Every move we made was predicated on me being there to give them what they needed, knowing that I would ultimately get what I needed in exchange. I did what they directed me to do, but no one ever really took charge of me with the zealous enthusiasm Luke has right now.
And he’sbossyabout it. Whenever I try to redirect and take over as I’ve always done, he grabs my hands and forces them up above my head firmly, pinning me in place with surprising strength while he continues on his merry way, teasing and torturing me with his lips. It’s infuriating, and yet I’m relishing every minute of it.
But I want more.
I can feel how Luke’s need matches mine, adding to my restlessness. We’re both hard, straining against our sweatpants, our bodies pressed together in a way that enhances my discomfort at being so restrained, and the way Luke rocks his hips back sparks a noise from my throat that I didn’t even know I could make. When Luke releases my hands, I desperately claw at the hem of his sweatshirt, wanting to pull it up over his head.
He stops what he’s doing and sits up, pulling away from me. His lips twist up at one end as he looks down at me with hoodedeyes. “My, my,” he teases, his voice gruff. “Someone’s over-eager.”
“You’re killing me here,” I croak out with a jagged breath. My pulse is racing, all the blood rushing down to the one spot conveniently trapped between Luke’s thighs.
“It’s fun watching you squirm,” he says as he reaches out to grab my jaw, brushing his fingers through my beard.
But then his confidence falters slightly, uncertainty in his eyes, and his grip loosens, his hand falling away.
“What?” I frown. “What is it?”
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, his eyes searching. “Because I don’t want to move too fast if… Well, you know. You’ve never been with a guy before. I don’t know how far you’re willing to go.”
The concern on Luke’s face melts my heart. The genuine worry for my comfort in all this hits me like a wave. I’m overcome with an emotion that’s hard to name, and it brings me up short. I don’t think anyone has ever cared about whether or not I was comfortable in this kind of situation. The pressure for me has always been focused on making sure my partners were at ease, and having that thrown back at me like this tilts my world on its axis.
For a second, the steady rain pounding down on the tent is the only sound as I study Luke’s face. Seeing how his brows knit together, I can’t help but smile as I’m overcome with an urge to press my thumb to his forehead to smooth them out. I take Luke’s hand, gently pulling him back down until I can kiss him, the action more sweet than eager.
“Thank you,” I say softly, running my hand through his hair, and he melts into my touch. “But you don’t need to worry about me.”
To emphasize my point, I move my hips up just enough until I feel Luke’s hard length press against me, and he shuddersslightly, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before he opens them again, looking at me with that same ravenous hunger from before.
“I’ll let you know if it’s too much,” I assure him, and Luke nods before he crashes his lips to mine.
This time, I’m ready for him. I hook my leg around his, pushing myself up until I flip us both over, switching positions so that Luke is trapped beneath me. I settle between his open legs, and his eyes widen with awe at the unexpected maneuver. I smirk, feeling quite pleased with myself. Now, it’s my turn.
I slide my hand under Luke’s hoodie (my hoodie) and brush my hand along his abdomen, feeling how his muscles flex with his sharp intake of breath as skin meets skin. He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the pillow, but he doesn’t stop me as I hike the sweatshirt up and help him out of it until his chest is bare beneath me. For a moment, I can’t do anything but stare, taking in the entire view, and Luke watches me drink him in like he’s the nectar of the gods.
I smile as I look at the black-inked sparrows following the natural V of his hips, and I can’t help but brush my thumbs over them, reveling in the chance to finally do what I’ve wanted to do forweeks.
“It was these that really did me in,” I say, and Luke laughs. “These fucking birds haunted my dreams.”
“I got them on my twenty-first birthday,” he tells me with a shaky breath and a smile, reaching out his hand to grab mine. He intertwines our fingers, brushing his thumb over my palm in a move that’s both sweet and torturous. “I got blackout drunk with a bunch of friends and didn’t even remember getting them. I just woke up the next morning, and they were there. I’ve always kind of hated them.”
I scoff. “Are you kidding? They’re hot as fuck.”
Luke smiles, and the only way I can describe it is bashful. His cheeks flush, and his crystal blue eyes seem to glisten. The shyness and timidness that are so outside of his typical confident nature might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I lean in and kiss him deeply, pulling his hips up against me. I run my hands along his strong thighs, marveling at how good the firm muscle feels in my grasp.
I’m not shy with my movements as I explore his body with my mouth, the impossibly sweet taste of him on my tongue. His skin is so soft and smooth. As I travel down his chest, I find his budding nipples, and he moans softly as I flick my tongue over them, sucking on them gently. Now, this, I’m wholly familiar with. My hands can’t seem to get enough of the way he arches his back to give me access. I love that Luke lets me take what I want, letting himself go entirely in the process.
At some point, I lose my shirt, too, and Luke takes the opportunity to run his hand through my chest hair, biting his lower lip as he takes all of me in, his eyes traveling across my broad shoulders and down. I’m by no means fat, but I don’t have Luke’s impeccable definition, either. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. His bright blue eyes are hooded and sex-drunk, and I’m losing self-control as I watch his face morph through varying degrees of desire.
Things get more real as Luke drags his hands down my chest and across my stomach, his fingers tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants. He hovers there for a second, his eyes searching mine, clearly asking the question,Is this okay?
In answer, I reach down and pull the waistband low until my cock springs free with a twitch. Luke actually licks his lips. It sends a jolt through my core, and I grab his hand, guiding it to me. As his long fingers wrap around my length, I shudder and close my eyes, my vision clouded with white-hot bliss.
Luke needs no further encouragement, and he takes over again, stroking me in a steady rhythm as he holds the back of my neck, parting my lips with his tongue. It doesn’t take me long to find him, pushing down his sweats until he’s free of the restraint. I lower my head to look at the firmness of his cock on full display, noticing how he curves slightly to the right. A bead of precum leaks from the tip, glistening in the dim light.
