“JESUS, JACKSON. YOU are so fucking sexy,” Lucas said, coming up on his knees to meet me halfway across the bed. It didn’t escape my notice the way his body shook slightly, like he was vibrating with need. It only served to make me harder, and as our mouths met again and he laid me onto my back, he said, “I don’t think I can wait.”

“Then don’t.”

Lucas lifted up to grab the bottle of lube, and as he sat back on his legs, he said, “I want to see all of you.”

Without a second thought, I spread my thighs wide, and as Lucas’s gaze on me grew hungry, I felt no hint of embarrassment, no shame, only pure need, an ache dying to be filled.

“No one’s been inside you but me?” he asked.

“Only you.”

Lucas’s eyes flared, and he flipped open the lube cap and coated two of his fingers with the liquid. Then he poured some on me as well before snapping it shut and tossing it aside.

“I want to hear you,” he said, leaning down over me and massaging the cool liquid down the crevice of my ass, focusing on my hole, but not yet pushing inside. “Tell me if it’s too much or not enough. I want to know what turns you on.”

As I uttered, “Yes,” Lucas wasted no time in sucking my erection deep inside his mouth, and my breath hitched. “Oh fuck…”

With one hand holding the base of my cock steady, he tongued and flicked my slit, driving up my need to have him inside me. Then Lucas deep-throated me again, only this time, one of his lubed fingers probed at my tight hole. I instantly tensed up, but remembered the last time as clear as if it’d been yesterday. Relax, Lucas had said. Breathe out. As soon as I did that, Lucas’s finger pushed inside, pausing to make sure I was okay, and then his long digit breached the first ring of muscle.

Oh hell, the sensation was so unfamiliar, yet because it was Lucas, I greedily wanted more.

“All the way,” I told him, and he complied, licking his lips as his finger went as far as it could go.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to have my cock inside you.”

The visual of that was almost too much, and I clenched my ass around his finger.

Lucas’s eyes shot to mine. “More?” he asked. “Can you handle more? Talk to me.”

My hips bucked as he bent down to suck on the head of my cock. “Yes… Yes, I want more.”

As Lucas devoured me back inside his mouth, a second finger joined the first, pushing deep into my ass, and then he began to move them in and out, stretching me by scissoring his fingers while inside, getting me ready for him. And fuck was I ready for him.

His fingers reached, feeling for my prostate, and when he grazed it, I cursed so loud that the sound echoed.

“Damn,” Lucas said. “I need to fuck you. Now.” He pulled his fingers free, and I instantly felt the loss of him. Desperate and needy, I fisted my cock as he reached for the condom, and when he saw the way I arched into my hand, he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, and his eyes glazed over.

“Fuck. Jackson, what are you doing?”

Those words echoed in my mind, so familiar, like déjà vu, and then I was lost…

“JACKSON,” LUCAS WHISPERED, as I reached for the top button of his uniform. “What are you doing?”

What I was doing was crazy, but we didn’t have much time, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t do this. Show Lucas how much he meant to me.

“I want to be with you.”

“But…people might find out. Teachers. The other students. Your father.”

“I don’t care.” I leaned forward to kiss him, but Lucas pulled back.

“Jackson…wait. Are you sure about this? This is what you want? You can’t take it back and—”

I cupped his chin and hushed him with a brush of my thumb over his lips. “I want this. With you.”

“But—”

“You want to be with me too, right?”

“Fuck.” Lucas let out a strangled sound. “You know I do.”

Lowering my forehead to his, I closed my eyes and said, “Then please, Lucas. Please. Tonight, just be with me.”

I didn’t have to ask again, because then his hand was moving up my neck to grip my hair. He pulled my head back, his eyes searching mine, making sure I knew what I was asking for, but I had no doubts. The moment he saw that, he loosened the hold he had in my hair and I kissed him in a way that told him I was surer of him, of us in this moment, than I’d ever been of anything in my life…

“HEY.” LUCAS LOOKED down at me as concern filled his eyes. “Where’d you go?”

As the past merged into the present, I stared up at the man I’d been forced to leave behind. If I thought I’d wanted Lucas back then, then it had only grown tenfold in the time we’d been apart.

“I need you,” I said, my words coming out strangled.

“You have me—”

“Inside me.”

Without a word, I reached for the condom in his hands and ripped the packet open with my teeth, and the whole time Lucas stared at me, his eyes only fluttering shut briefly when I began to roll the condom on his erection.

“Jackson,” he whispered, like he was holding on to the last bit of his self-control.

“Please.”

That one word, and Lucas got up onto his knees, situating himself between my spread thighs, and then he pushed my legs back so that I was wide open for him. I held them there as he poured more lube onto his sheathed dick.

The tip of his cock nudged against my opening, finding resistance, and Lucas took his time sliding inside, letting me adjust to the size of him. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he held himself back from going at me like I knew he was dying to. Lucas had been so careful with me that first night, too. But I didn’t want careful now. I wanted him to take me.

“God…Lucas. I want…”

“What? Tell me what you want,” he said.

“More. I want all of you.”

Lucas obeyed my request, and when he’d gone balls-deep inside me, he stopped moving, holding us there in that perfect moment where we’d finally come together, joined in every way that was possible.

“You feel unfuckingbelievable,” Lucas said, and God help me, he looked so hot above me, flushed, and with the cords of his neck straining. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face, and I hooked my finger under his—our—necklace and pulled him down to me. When I kissed the drop away, Lucas took my lips with his again—and then he began to move.

The feel of his cock inside me was almost too much, the pressure a pleasurable pain that I seemed to crave, and he gave no mercy, pounding into me with a pace that felt desperate.

“Keep touching yourself,” he said, as he held my legs under my knees to get a better angle, and I pumped my cock in time with his hips.

What started as fucking had turned into something more, something intense and profound. It was intoxicating to know how out of control I could make this man, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had every bit the same kind of hold on me. I couldn’t get enough of the sound of skin slapping skin, the noises he made in his throat as he tunneled into me deeper, faster. And watching him? Fuck. Those almost-black eyes looking right back at me, the muscles of his arms and ripped abs flexing as he fucked me like he’d never have the chance again. All those things added up to an erotic visual, and it had my eyes rolling back.

“Look at me when you come,” Lucas said, and I was utterly helpless to disobey that command. I snapped my eyes open as my orgasm built, surging down my spine at the same time Lucas’s movements became frantic, and as his climax hit, he called out my name, his eyes staying on mine even when they went heavy-lidded with pleasure.

Fuck me, that did it. Game over. My dick throbbed so hard I thought it’d burst, and hot ribbons of cum shot out all over Lucas’s abdomen, and there was something primal about the way I was marking his body that made me think, You’re all mine, Lucas Sullivan. Then his mouth was back on mine, his kiss dominating, and it felt like a claiming.

After grabbing a towel, Lucas wiped us both down with gentle strokes that belied the beast of a man who’d taken me so completely, and when he was done, he pulled me to him, his spent cock finding its home again in the crease of my ass, but the way he held me now wasn’t sexual; it was affectionate.

“Will you stay?” he said, yawning as sleep began to claim him.

“Mhmm.”

“Promise?”

This time nothing could’ve pulled me away from him. This time I could say the words I wasn’t able to before. Smiling even though he couldn’t see, I said, “I promise.”

THE CLOCK ON Lucas’s bedside table read four thirty, and with every minute that ticked by, I felt even sicker to my stomach.

“I don’t want to go,” I whispered.

“Good,” Lucas said, smiling into my shoulder. “Stay.”

“I wish I could.” He had no idea how much. How was I supposed to leave him now? Would I ever see him again? I had a sinking feeling there wasn’t a good answer for that. Not one I wanted to hear. Not one I could accept.

Lucas’s lips pressed lightly against my skin, and I blinked back tears I was glad he couldn’t see. With our naked bodies joined, my back to his front, and our hands intertwined against my stomach, we lay there, my mind racing a mile a minute, trying to figure out some way to turn back the clock and make this moment last forever. But as the alarm clock flipped another minute, then another, then an hour, I knew my time was up and I had no answers to show for it.

“The sun’ll be out soon,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even when all I wanted to do was cry. “I should probably go.”

“Mmm.”

“Did you fall asleep?”

“Mhmm, maybe.” Then, with a move that belied his drowsy tone, he had me flat on my back and straddled my hips. But as soon as he caught my expression, he frowned. “Hey,” he said, brushing away the crease between my brows. “Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?” He was mistaking what I knew had to be sorrow written all over my face for something he did, but I couldn’t hide it if I tried.

“Never better,” I said, lifting up off the bed to kiss and reassure him. “I promise. You could never hurt me.”

“You look upset. Did I do something?”

“God, no. Lucas, look at me,” I said, as I sat up on my elbows. “Being with you is…” I couldn’t even find the words. “More than anything I could’ve imagined. And the past few hours have been the best of my life. Please believe me when I say that.”

“Okay,” he said warily. “Will you come back tonight? After my finals?”

His question lodged a boulder into my chest. How to answer that without lying? I wouldn’t ever lie to him, but I couldn’t tell him the truth now, either. So I didn’t say anything at all, instead letting my lips do the talking as I brought him back over me and we explored each other with one final kiss.

“I wish we had more time,” I said, linking my fingers with his.

Lucas brought our hands to his lips and brushed a kiss against my knuckles. “We have all the time in the world, Jackson. You and me.”