“Oh, I missed you so much,” he mumbles, coming up for air. Luke doesn’t say anything else, and the next thing he does is engulf my entire length, tighten his throat, and send me straight to heaven.
Blowjobs can be so deceptive. Sometimes, being on the receiving end gives you the upper hand. Someone’s on their knees, working you over and putting your pleasure above theirs. Other times, you’re at their mercy, handing them the keys to your release and hoping they’re nice enough to take you for a ride.
With Luke, it’s everything all at once. He gives head like his life is on the line—hungry, eager, and desperate to rip me apart. But he also reads me like a book, memorizing how I react to every single maddening move he makes.
And then he uses all that against me. It’s so impossibly precise, the way he dishes it out. One second, I’m overloadedwith everything I crave, only for him to loosen up as soon as I start throbbing, holding my tension in his mouth until I retreat far enough. Until he hears the strain in my breathing.
Until I beg him, silently, to keep going. Even though he’s the one on his knees, he holds all the cards. He knows it, and I sure as hell love it.
He does this on repeat, driving me crazy in a matter of minutes. The slick bliss around my shaft serves almost as a taunt, a reminder that I can’t have this for long. Sex with Luke is debilitating. Mind-blowing. Addictive. He’s here for a week, and there’s no way I can get enough of him.
Still, he’s with me now, and as selfish as it is, I’m taking what I can get.
I yell out as Luke flicks his tongue across the underside of my shaft while ramping up the suction. That move should be fucking illegal. The intensity knocks me backward and my dick pulses, ready to shoot. This time, Luke keeps going, keeping his mouth firm and his motion constant.
“God, I’m so close,” I grunt, and Luke fuckinglaughs. He withdraws and jerks me with a tight, brain-scrambling grip. “Already?”
That’s all he says before diving back in.
I’m an athlete. I’m competitive, and I can’t let Luke win. Damnit, I have to hold out.
But I can’t. Not like this.
Luke tightens around my shaft, trying to corner me, and I scramble away with seconds to spare. My cock protests, but I power through it.
“Nice try,” I say, sliding off the bed. “But you aren’t that sneaky.”
He stands up and cups my ass, giving it a solid squeeze. We’re silent, almost like we’re at an impasse, and I find my footing to move things forward.
“Get on the bed, Luke.”
“Why?”
Without a word, I give him a firm shove, sending him flying onto the mattress. He lands with a thud and smiles up at me, his cheeks flushed.
“Because I said so.”
Luke lets out a breathy laugh, and I reach into my bedside table to fish out the full bottle of lube. When I turn back to him, he has a hand on his dick.
Fucker.
“Oh no you don’t,” I say, leaning over him. When Luke doesn’t stop stroking himself, I flip him onto his stomach, bending his body over the side of the mattress. “Tell me what you want.”
“Wanna come.”
“How?”
Luke turns his head to the side, giving me a view of his smiling, desperate face. “Want you to fuck me.”
“How bad?”
He huffs at me. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Oh, I will. He’s getting what he wants tonight, but so am I.
And I want to make him beg.
I drizzle lube into Luke’s crack and coat my index finger, nudging at his hole. When I press into him, he makes a sharp gasp, tightening around my finger before relaxing. It doesn’t take long for me to find his prostate a few centimeters further in, and I curve down.
