I shouldn’t stare, but it’s impossible not to. His shirt clings to his wide shoulders, tapering down to a tight waist that gives way to?—
I tear my gaze away from Luke’s generous ass. I don’t need to get hard right before going out with him for the first time. No way.
Doesn’t fucking matter. What my eyes don’t see, my brain fills in the gaps.
Luke comes out of the bathroom and fixes his hair in the hallway mirror, giving me a view of his toned arm flexing beneath his white t-shirt. He walks over, and the proximity only makes me even more flustered.
“Sorry I took so long,” he says. “We can head out now.”
With my hands in my pockets, I stand up, and thankfully, Luke isn’t staring at my crotch.
“Sure, let’s go.” My voice is strained, and Luke tilts his head.
“You okay?”
I nod, and Luke puts a hand on my shoulder thatshouldbe reassuring, but all it does is fire me up even more.
“Trust me, I don’t bite,” he says.
“Yeah, I know, you’re just so hot and I’m nervous as heck.”
Oh, come on.
Why in the ever-loving hell did I say that?
While I’m kicking myself for blurting out my unfiltered thoughts, Luke fixes me with a deer in the headlights expression.
And then he smirks.
Heat zips up my spine and wipes my brain. I try to say something, anything to redeem myself, but words fail me, and Luke trails his fingers down my arm, leaving tingles in their wake.
Out of self-control, I lean in for a kiss, but Luke moves first. His lips hover for a torturous second before he crashes his mouth onto mine, fast and rough, as he releases a breathy, satisfied moan. My eyes fly open in surprise before slamming shut to deepen the kiss, spearing my tongue into his, needy and desperate, as I cup his face with my hand.
I pull back, out of breath, and I’m greeted with the amazing, dick-hardening sight of Luke’s thick eyelashes framing lust-hooded lids.
In one smooth motion, Luke backs me onto the sofa, claiming my mouth for another molten kiss. He stays in charge the whole time, darting his tongue into me and exploring. Most of the guys I’ve been with expected me to make all the moves, but Luke is handling me like I’m clay, and damn, I dig it. Now I’m the one to moan, the deep, guttural noise filling the room.
Luke rips himself away from me, his arms around my neck. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “Wasn’t expecting any of that so soon.”
“Do you want to stop?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck no. Do you?”
And that’s all I need to crush my mouth back onto his. My dick strains in my underwear as Luke grinds against me, brushing his fingers against the edge of my shirt and slipping under the fabric every few seconds. He’s teasing me to the point of insanity, and I tear my shirt off, unable to hold back any longer.
Luke blinks, taking me in. “Holy shit, Erik.” He doesn’t finish his sentence, choosing to run languid hands over my chest, mapping me out like he doesn’t know where he wants to touch. “Holy shit,” he says again, and that’s all he has time to say before I collapse on top of him for another kiss, passionate and hungry, while Luke fumbles with his own shirt. I help him the rest of the way, and as soon as the fabric clears his head, that’s it for me. Game over.
His chest is tight and muscular, covered in a smattering of dark hair that makes my mouth water. The fuzz thins out over his chiseled abs before thickening, stretching down beneath his underwear, pointing to everything I want.
I’m so hard that the pressure in my jeans hurts, and Luke notices, reaching over to trail his fingers down my torso, stopping right above my waist. His touch lingers for a long, maddening second before he hooks his thumbs on my belt and sinks down to the floor, face flushed, lips parted, and hands planted on my thighs.
“I need you in my mouth,” he mutters. “Please.”
Desire slams into me, hard, and my mouth hangs open. He’sinitiating, not reciprocating. That's new.
I nod, unable to get any words out.
Luke doesn’t waste a second. He discards my belt before yanking my jeans and underwear down, freeing my aching dick, and then his lips are on me.
