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And my words send him over the edge. The sound of his moans, the shudder of his body, and the wetness of his release covering my hand have me following moments later. I groan as my orgasm completely overtakes me.
When it’s over and the intense spasms finally stop, my sweaty face presses against his broad back as his torso moves up and down in exaggerated breaths.
“Goddammit, Eli,” he mumbles, his eyes closing. “Just when I think it can’t be any better….”
A smile tilts my lips up, and I squeeze my arms around him just a little tighter.
“You were so good,” I say, and he huffs a laugh.
“Told you my ass was made for you.”
“It was, Luke. It’s mine now.”
* * *
I wake up pressed against Luke, his arms and legs wrapped around me like an octopus. Visions from last night flow fluidly through my mind as I blink my eyes open.
The way Luke stared wide-eyed and appreciatively at me as I walked from the bathroom, my strap-on cock protruding from groin.
How he panted as I slid my cock into his ass.
The feeling of him trembling beneath me as I rammed into him over and over, his fingers clutching the sheets as my hips slapped against his.
How he moaned my name as he released all over the sheets.
How he tucked me into his chest after I’d pulled out of him and cleaned up, pressing a kiss to my head and then falling fast asleep.
I’d laid there for hours analyzing this entire thing and came to one conclusion.
I like-likeLuke van Beek.
This is very, very concerning.
An alarm goes off in the dark, and Luke reaches for it with a grumble, shutting it off and then burrowing his face into my neck.
The way his lips skim my skin makes me wriggle.
“Ticklish?” he asks, and I sigh.
“Yes. Just a little.”
“Mm, love that.”
He brushes his lips across my neck again, and chuckles darkly when I squirm against him.
“We better get going. I have a reservation for us to hike the incline in forty-five minutes, and we need to make sure we arrive back in time for your first session. Don’t want you to be late again.”
I sigh heavily. “I would rather not go. It sounds like torture. Stairs are not my friend. I prefer elevators.”
“Come on, Eli. I’ve seen you. You’re in shape. You’ll be fine. Plus, it’s on my bucket list and I wanna do itwith you.”
I preen a little at the fact he wants to experience new things with me. I reach back and thread my fingers through his hair and tug lightly.
“Fine.”
He stretches, and then rolls off the bed, standing with a jump. He pops his neck and then bends over to grab onto a shirt and some athletic shorts.
“Aren’t you sore?”
