He’s rough with his movements. Rougher than I’m used to, but I can’t deny how much it turns me on to be manhandled like this, and I’m happy to let him take what he wants, especially when it feels sogood.
Luke claws his hands under my sweater, easily hoisting it over my head and tossing it behind him before turning his attention to the belt at my waist as I kick off my shoes. Without stopping what he’s doing with his mouth, he unbuttons my jeans, hooking his finger in the waistline, and he tugs them down, taking my boxers with them until I’m entirely exposed before him.
I’m delirious for his touch, but then Luke deliberately steps back, and I whine in protest. He stands there momentarily, drinking all of me in, his eyes dark and full of lust as they travel down my entire body. My cheeks warm, and I’m gripped with the sudden urge to cover up under the scrutiny, feeling too open and raw. But, as if Luke can sense my embarrassment, he comes back and kisses me more gently until I’m melting into his touch again.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he whispers against my throat. “You’re perfect.”
My face flushes, and heat moves through my core. My head is swimming from more than just the alcohol as Luke moves his hands over my chest, his fingers tracing every line of my muscles, his mouth following the trail. Before long, he finds mycock, and my breath hitches in my throat when he rubs his fingers over the crown and begins to stroke the hard length.
Somehow, the man before me is still fully clothed. In an attempt to rectify that, I reach out in my feverish haze, fumbling for his sweater. Luke grabs my wrist and forces my arm against the wall, pinning me in place. I don’t have control of the small gasp that escapes my throat, and I search Luke’s face hungrily. He flashes a mischievous grin and leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, and he chuckles. The sound is like a shock of electricity to my senses, making me shudder.
“Not yet,” he purrs, his voice low and breathy. “Right now, it’s my turn to play.”
Then, before I have time to register it, Luke lowers himself to the ground. My eyes widen with shock as he kneels before me, his hand still working my length. I can feel the heat on my face as I realize where this is going.
I didn’t think this beautiful man could do anything to make himself hotter in my eyes, but here he is, on his knees before me like a living work of art with his slightly mussed hair and cheeks flushed from all the alcohol, eyes sparkling with hungry devotion behind his round-rimmed glasses. It has my cock twitching, which doesn’t go past his notice.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Luke says, licking his lips as he takes in the full view.
I take a mental picture of this moment before I’m instantly distracted as Luke puts his lips to good use. He starts slow, peppering my abdomen with kisses, moving down until he’s at the base of my cock. I release a whole body shiver when he buries his nose in the sensitive space between my legs. He’s moved his hands to my thighs, tracing his thumbs over the hard muscle and around to my ass, all while working wonders with his mouth.
He's taking his sweet time, torturing me with his tongue along my shaft. With every move he makes, my need grows moredesperate, and I can’t stop squirming with each sensation. Luke senses my urgency, but he just chuckles, pressing a hand to my stomach, holding me firmly in place against the wall.
My heart is pounding in my ears, but for the first time in a long time, my brain is utterly quiet while he works, focused entirely on this moment, anticipating what comes next—so close to begging for it. When Luke finally wraps his lips around me, his tongue swirling over the sensitive crown, I lose myself in the agony of white-hot bliss.
“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing Luke’s hand on my stomach, holding onto it firmly as my other hand fists its way into his hair, gripping it tight enough that Luke moans around me.
Luke has obviously done this many times before. Like, probably a lot. But it doesn’t matter because,holy fucking shit, does he know what he’s doing. I’ve had blowjobs before, and they’ve always been fun and felt good, but the way Luke performs on me now makes every other time seem like child's play. Nowhere near comparable. Firecrackers vs. atomic bombs. Maybe the fact that he’s a man who knows what he likes on himself has something to do with it, but I’m not complaining.
He takes damn near all of me into his mouth, the wet heat driving me insane. What he can’t fit, he uses his free hand to stroke, his long fingers moving down to cup my balls, gently massaging as a new wave of heat moves through me.
Everything else falls away, the world shrinking to just this space, where it’s Luke and me alone in the universe. My brain is full ofPop Rocks, fizzing like it’s full of energy, and my pleasure builds and builds, unrestricted as Luke sucks and swirls his tongue, putting just the right amount of pressure with his lips around me. His hand on my stomach is an anchor, holding me steady as if I would float away without it.
I have no control over the noises I’m making, each new sound escaping my throat against my will, and it only seems to spur Luke on with each new moan, until I’m close to the edge.
“Luke,” I gasp out, feeling myself lose control. “I’m going to….”
But before I can even finish the warning, my orgasm rips through me with a burst of ecstasy, and I drop my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as I feel myself coming with his lips still wrapped around me. Luke puts more pressure on my stomach, holding me up against the wall as my legs shake through it. When he pulls back, I look down in time to see him swallow, and I can’t help but stare at him in awe.
He wipes his fingers over his lips and smiles, standing up again until he’s at his full height before me, and he leans down and takes my mouth with his own, the taste of me still on his tongue.
It has no right being as hot as it is, having the same lips he wrapped around my cock pressed against my own, but I can feel a shift within myself as I think about it. Something equally possessive and hungry.
My head suddenly feels crystal clear, allowing me to take charge now that the sex-crazed haze has passed. It’s my turn to have fun. I move my hands around the backs of Luke’s thighs, gripping him tightly, and I lift him off the floor with one fluid and easy movement. He lets out a startled gasp, reflexively wrapping his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck. He glances down at the floor like he’s nervous being so high off of it, but when he looks at me again, his eyes are wide in surprised exhilaration, and I can’t help but grin.
I can only imagine this is a new experience for him, and it brings me great satisfaction to be the one broadening his horizons. His extraordinary height likely makes it near impossible for anyone shorter than him to successfully pull off the maneuver without succumbing to his weight, and thelikelihood of him finding a taller partner is slim. But all those days and nights at the gym have prepared me for this moment, so I’m not even struggling to hold him. He’s lighter than a feather in my grasp, fitting perfectly in my arms like he was made for them.
Luke releases a delighted laugh once he realizes this is really happening, and he kisses me passionately again, melting into me like he’s died and found a piece of heaven.
I move us across the room until we get to the bed, our mouths still working together. I lay him down on the mattress, my hands traveling up his thighs, pulling at the button on his pants. He attempts to help me rid himself of his clothing, but I stop him before he can do anything, taking a page from his book and holding his arms up over his head to keep him in place. He looks at me incredulously, like I’ve just robbed him of the pleasure of being naked. My return grin is savage.
“You had your fun,” I say, going in for a kiss, barely letting our lips touch this time. I dangle it in front of him as he tries to reach up to connect. I bend down instead, putting my mouth close to his ear, my breath hot on his neck. My tongue is a whisper on his throat, and he shudders with a staggered breath. “Now it’s your turn to sit there and let me have my way with you.”
Luke actuallywhimpers, seemingly against his control, if the look on his face tells me anything, but the sound is like fire in my soul, letting me know I’m doing something right.
I run my hands across the hard lines of his chest over his sweater, delicately tracing my fingers across his stomach and down to his thighs, feeling across the length of his whole body, though simultaneously keeping the touch featherlight. Luke quickly gets lost in the ecstasy of this moment. Contrary to the rough and eager movements he used on me, I take my time, unraveling him bit by bit and watching as he lets himself go with it completely.
When I finally let my hand drift under the fabric of his shirt, the first skin-on-skin contact has Luke shivering, letting out a soft mewl of pleasure. He arches his back, letting his head drop behind him, eyes closed in blissed misery. But I don’t increase the pressure just yet. My fingertips barely brush across his skin, teasing the pleasure out of him. I can feel him shaking from the anticipation.
