That’s when my vision goes blurry and my body seizes up. I let out a loud, desperate groan as Luke slicks my cock and circles the head with his tongue. Luke knows what the hell he’s doing, and shit, I’m weak.
This is more than a blowjob—this is pure, destructive pleasure, and I don’t stand a goddamn chance at holding out.
Luke forces out a strained, satisfied noise every so often, the sound sending shockwaves from my ears to my core. My head falls back the second his other hand reaches up to rub my balls, and the damn universe reveals itself behind my eyelids.
“Luke,” I sputter. “You’re unreal.”
He hums and continues, making my thighs twitch. The pressure in my nuts tightens with every second of sweet, sustained suction, and I eke out his name again, trying to give him some kind of warning of how close I'm getting.
And what does Luke do? He deepthroats me, clenching while lapping under my shaft.
I’m done for.
I arch my back, spilling my load down Luke’s tight throat. I have no words, no strength, and all I can do is whimper as the force of my orgasm courses through me. My skin burns, hyper-sensitive with every nerve on fire. Luke strokes me with a gentle touch, smiling up at me as my body sinks deeper into the sofa.
“My god, you’re even hotter when you come.” Luke’s voice, gravelly and deep, floats through the syllables. I’m still falling back to earth, but I can feel him shuffle onto the sofa, there’s a rustle of fabric and then… shaking. When I open my eyes, confused, I see Luke lying back, breathing deep, abs flexing, and jerking his long, perfect cock.
No fucking way. Not after what he did to me.
Adrenaline courses through me as I knock his hand away, replacing it with mine, and I lazily trace a vein at the base.
“You don’t have to, Erik. It’s totally fine.”
I don’t listen. “This is the least I can do,” I mutter, swiping my tongue into his foreskin as he nods.
“Oh yeah, go for it.”
I take him into my mouth, and he hisses in a breath.
“Holy fucking shi…”
Luke’s words trail off into nothingness as I slide lower and saturate his length all the way down. A salty, delicious bead of precum rolls onto my tongue, and my exhausted dick makes a little jump. When I pull back, dragging my tongue along his shaft, I take in his pleading expression before sucking him deep again.
I pull out all the stops as I work Luke over. His hands ball up in my hair as he grunts breathlessly, his hips shaking with all the desperation of a man speeding toward the edge. I close my right hand around his cock to stabilize him, and I keep going, bobbing up and down, tightening my mouth around him. I drink in the sounds of Luke losing it, his forceful moans, his swearing, my name escaping his lips. He pulses and thickens, pressing every vein into my tongue. His breathing gets deeper, and it doesn’t take long before Luke taps my shoulder.
He’s right there.
I double down, hollowing my cheeks and sliding from his swollen tip to the base. This is way too good, and I’m getting hard again even though Luke sucked me dry a few short minutes ago.
He lets out a mangled cry, his grip on my hair tightening as he breaks, unleashing down my throat. I gag, but I steady myself and swallow, which makes Luke convulse. It’s only after he stops leaking that I release him with a teasing suck at the tip, prompting a sharp, ragged gasp.
With unsteady, cramping legs, I sit down next to Luke, raking my gaze over his recovering body.
“You okay there?” I ask.
“Hrngh.” Luke breathes deeply, struggling for words. “Best head ever. Holy shit.”
I tilt my head, a little skeptical. “Maybe it’s been a while since you came?”
Luke shakes his head. “I jacked off this morning so I wouldn’t get hard the second I saw you.”
“That didn’t work out, did it?” I tease, letting out a laugh.
“Clearly not, you’re irresistible.” He tilts his head a fraction. “That was good for you too, right? Back then, you…” Luke trails off, searching for words, maybe ones more polite than?—
“—came like a damn geyser?” I supply, and Luke stifles a snicker. “That was all you. It’s been ages for me. Well, with anyone else, I mean?—”
Christ, Erik. Stop fucking talking.That’s a first for me—I always try to make myself talkmore.
