Chapter 21
JAMES
I was physically incapable of keeping my hands to myself.
The whole ride home was a damp one. My desire to reach into Lucas’s lap and cup his crotch while I drove was strong, but I played the role of a good man and settled for simply holding his hand, our fingers clasped as they rested on the center console.
We had become prom dates.
And prom dates hold hands.
When we finally got home, however, neither of us could behave one second longer.
Our jackets were off. Our bowties were flung across the room. His shirt ended up on the kitchen counter. My shirt over the back of the couch. Our shoes were lost in the hallway. Socks on my bedroom floor along with our pants.
Then our two naked bodies crashed against my bed—our lips locked, our hands everywhere.
Lucas pinned me to the bed with his body. His mouth, like an insatiable beast, crashed into mine over and over again.
I was out of breath in seconds. My fingers raked up and down his sides, desperate for him.
Unexpectedly, Lucas drew a trail of kisses down my chest. I squirmed beneath him, practically panting, as his mouth arrived at my hard, throbbing cock.
When he kissed the tip, that was almost the end.
My face must have looked like I was in agony. I parted my lips and let out my breath, enjoying the pleasure Lucas allowed me.
His lips opened onto my cock, and then slowly he took it into his mouth, inch by hard, desperate inch.
Was this new for him? Had he ever gone down on another guy before? Was I his first?
On one hand, you couldn’t tell. Lucas gripped my balls gently and stimulated underneath them while his mouth twisted its way up and down my cock like an expert.
On the other hand, he worked slowly, carefully, as if he was making sure I enjoyed every second of his efforts.
Boy, did I ever.
It wasn’t long before I was close. “Lucas …” I breathed for a warning. “I’m on the edge.”
He pulled off my cock, then gave the whole length a slow lick before lifting his face up to meet mine. “Are you nuts, yet?”
“Just about,” I mumbled, drunk with horniness.
“Then not nuts enough.” He descended on my cock again, swallowing it whole.
I bucked my hips, gasping, overwhelmed.
I didn’t expect that.
The second time around, he seemed more confident than the first. Despite my warning him how close I was, I had no way to stop him other than my continued protests, moaning his name, and curling my toes to keep myself from spilling over the edge. I couldn’t believe the amount of excitement that turned my insides over and over with anticipation.
Somehow, I knew tonight was the night.
I think he did, too.
He lifted off of my cock and slid up my body in an instant, his face hovering over mine. I came out of my daze of ecstasy to find his eyes smoldering me with desire. His lips were parted and red from sucking me, and we both were breathless.
Then he was off of me in the next instant, going for a drawer by my bed. My cock throbbed as the cool air from the room danced around it, the wetness making my cock feel like it was an icicle without Lucas’s warm mouth around it.
He reappeared and stood before me at the end of the bed.
I propped myself up with my good elbow and watched the show. He was slowly jerking his cock in front of me, one smooth stroke after another. His bicep flexed and bulged with his every powerful push and pull on his cock. His abs were pulled taut by his every breath, and his gorgeously chiseled chest rose and fell in steady, hypnotizing rhythms. All of that was eclipsed by his face, beautiful and handsome and strong, his pouty lips parted and his eyes pinning me in place as he watched me ogle him.
He destroyed me just by standing there jerking off.
Then I realized he had a condom on.
And a bottle of lube in his free hand.
He’s been through my drawers, I realized. He’s made discoveries during his time at home while I’m at work.
“You still want to obey my every command?” he asked.
Just the sound of those words in his young, husky voice made me melt into a puddle of yearning. “Yes. Please, yes.”
“You want me to own every part of you?”
“Every part.”
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
He came right up to me, gripped under my legs, and yanked me to the end of the bed, my butt lifted off the bed as he held me. I let out a gasp of surprise as he let go of one of my legs and touched a finger to my hole. It was wet and cold with the lube he used to stroke his own cock. He must have really lathered it on for as slick as my hole was already feeling.
Then his finger slipped inside.
I clenched against his finger and bucked. “Oh my God.”
“Relax,” he coaxed me, his softer voice soothing and just as sexy as his demanding one. “I’ve got you taken care of.”
I wasn’t sure which side of Lucas to crave more, the dominant or the lover. My mind was such a scramble of desires, it was impossible to tell.
Maybe I wanted both of them. Maybe somewhere between the two was the real Lucas. The real Lucky.
The real essence of him I was addicted to in the first place.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured again.
Those words took many more meanings. He had me, indeed.
His finger slipped in more.
I let out a breath of desire. My cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to burst from the pressure. Lucas towered over me like a mountain of abs, pecs, and two sharp, knowing eyes at the peak.
Then he added another finger.
I resisted for a second, then relaxed. My body rewarded me instantly as his fingers slipped farther in, invading me.
It wasn’t long before I was ready for the real thing.
Lucas knew it. His fingers slipped right out, he reclaimed the leg he had let go of, and then his cockhead pressed at my hole. He stared down at me, my legs hooked over his arms, his body like a buffet of muscle from the top down to the hard cock that pressed against my hole, ready to slip inside.
He gave his hips one miniscule thrust.
And he slipped right in.
I groaned at the sensation of having him inside me. It was a feeling that literally nothing in the world could possibly hope to compare to. My eyes locked on his while he gently rocked his body and worked his way in, deeper and deeper.
Inch by inch, he sank into me. Thrust by thrust, I let him in.
I let him inside me in every way you can imagine. I let him in. I let him into my body. I let him into my house. I let him into my life and my mind and my heart.
I let him in.
This was new for Lucas. This level of intensity was new for me, too. Our bodies were uniting as powerfully as our souls were in that bond of his firm body to mine.
I had never felt so intimate with another person.
I never wanted it to end.
“Jerk for me, James.”
His command shattered me apart. I grabbed hold of my cock, which was so hard it ached to touch, and started jerking.
He started gaining momentum as he pumped my ass. He got so deep inside that wave after wave of pleasure began rippling over my body. He was scoring my prostate with every thrust, it felt like. Bells were going off in my head. Casino jackpot sirens. The noise of coins spilling out of machines. Crescendos on a piano. Cymbals from an orchestra.
My mind was exploding.
“You’re mine, James.”
I reached up with my free hand and touched his face, just as tenderly and unexpectedly as he touched mine by the fountain an hour or so ago. “I’m yours,” I said right back. “I’m all yours, Lucas. Every part of me.”
Was it too soon to say something like that? Was it too soon to call it love? Was that even what this was? This unstoppable tangle of dominance, compassion, and lust between us?
“I give it to you.”
The sound of his voice tickled my hand, still pressed to his cheek. “What?”
“Permission.” His cock was flexing within me. I knew he was close. “To come.”
“I have your permission?”
“Right here. Between our bodies. Do it.”
“Do it,” I echoed dreamily. “Lucas …”
“Come for me.”
I couldn’t handle it. His beautiful face over mine. His voice, dripping with sex and strength. His moving body. His cock inside me, flexing with its imminent orgasm.
I came right then, exploding between our bodies. The release I experienced sent a shockwave of rapture down to my toes and up to the tips of my hair.
How could I possibly describe it?
It was like the satisfying last squeeze of a warm washcloth, water dripping from its clutches.
When a balloon is filled just one breath too much and bursts.
The last tap of an egg on the edge of a pan, its contents spilled and crackling in the heat.
I was still coming when Lucas let out a grunt over my face and spilled inside me, rocketing me straight into a whole new wave of pleasure. His thrusting slowed to a gentle humping as he enjoyed every second of his own release, savoring how it felt, his eyes rocked back and his hold on me turning tender.
Then his eyes met mine and he went in for a kiss. I clutched him tightly, my legs wrapping around his hips and holding him against my body as our lips caressed one another’s. He was still inside me even when our kissing ended.
He slid out of me, pulled off his condom, tied it off, and let it drop to the floor. Then his body landed on the bed next to mine, and we both stared at the ceiling in wonder.
“Do you feel it?” he murmured thoughtfully.
Every muscle in my body felt like soup. “Feel what?”
“Different.”
Yes, I did feel it. I felt like everything had changed. It wasn’t just because I’d had my first orgasm in weeks. Something between us felt like it snapped in place, something that I was uncertain of since the day we met.
“I don’t know,” I answered back, “but right now, I really want to wring out a washcloth, pop a balloon, and eat some eggs.”
Lucas turned his face to me. “Huh?”
I sat up, invigorated. “We never ate after the concert. Are you as starved as I am right now?”
He ran a hand down his abs, then grinned. “Nothing like sex to work up an appetite.” Then he nodded toward my chest. “Better clean you up first, though.”
I glanced down. I had gotten so happy, I almost forgot I came. “Shower first,” I agreed. “Wanna join?”
He leapt off the bed with my hand in his. Into the bathroom we tumbled, and under the hot water that poured over our heads, Lucas pinned me to the shower wall and made love to my mouth.
Yes.
Something definitely had changed.
Something significant. Something real. Something as tangible as his firm, plush lips as they pressed against mine, steam swirling around our bodies in that shower.
Our mouths pulled apart, and he stared into my eyes as the water ran down our faces.
“Are we still two seriously twisted-up, horny motherfuckers?” he asked me, his deep voice bouncing around the bathroom.
My hands were on his hips, holding them against mine. Even our cocks were pressed together. I had a suspicion that a round two wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibilities.
“If you have to ask that,” I murmured back, “then I think the question answers itself.”
He smiled, then put another kiss on my lips.
Before we went back to bed to do whatever it was we wanted to do—play around some more, tease each other, kiss until we couldn’t feel our lips, or just sleep while embraced in each other’s arms—I fulfilled my promise in the kitchen. I cooked us up some eggs, naked, while Lucas sat on the counter and watched me, his legs dangling. Then we ate together, neither of us being able to wipe away the stupid smiles spread over our faces.
That was the night we became inseparable.