God, I live for this. Dragging Luke across the edge is one of my favorite things to do, hands down.
I keep sliding in and out of him, trying to stave off my own impending orgasm, and when the pressure in my balls gets too intense, I wrap a hand around Luke’s heavy dick. It only takes a few firm strokes before his body tenses up, and he spills his huge release onto his abs, crying out my name as the climax takes him.
Not a second later, I follow, erupting with a strangled shout as Luke pulses around my shaft. With every clench of his ass that squeezes me, another ecstatic shiver radiates along my spine. I fall down from the high, my muscles twitching as I pull out.
My vision is fuzzy as I tie off the condom and place it into a tissue. Luke is still boneless on the bed, not moving, and I lie down next to him.
“There,” I say, smug as hell. “Made you beg.”
“That was worth it, holy shit,” Luke mutters. “I came like a damn fire hydrant.”
“Same here.”
He strokes my chest with a gentle touch, and I turn to face him. His face firms up, and he opens his mouth before hesitating. “How long has it been since, um, you know…”
I finish his sentence for him. “Since I had sex? You should know, because you were there.”
His mouth hangs open. “You too?”
You too.
Luke hasn’t been with anyone since me. I’d suspected, and maybe hoped, but hearing that confirmation hits me hard.
“What, are you surprised or something?” he asks, reading my face, and I don’t answer. “Sex with you is leagues better than anything I ever had.”
I swallow the nerves rising in my throat, and I don’t bother to tread carefully. Not anymore. “It’s probably because you like me so much,” I say.
Luke rests his head on my shoulder. “Spot on, hot stuff.”
Yeah. That’s something we still have to talk about.
Ourfeelings.
But Luke disarms me, pulling me down into his chest. We can always talk tomorrow.
19
LUKE
There are very few things that make me happier than waking up well-rested, sex-wrung, and cozy next to a smoking hot guy. I’m wrapped around Erik, my head is on his chest, and his irresistible scent is filling the room.
So yeah, I’m in heaven.
Jet lag woke me up far too early, so I waste some time on my phone until I hear Erik stir. I turn to him, and he rolls over.
He blinks, and a tiny smile creeps across his lips. “Hey.”
“Morning.” I yawn, cutting myself off. “You sleep okay?”
Erik murmurs a noise of agreement and pulls me close with a strong hand. My face collides gently with his chest, and I let out a contented sigh.
“I fucking missed this,” I say.
“Same here.”
We’re both silent for a bit, neither of us awake enough to engage in any meaningful conversation, but we’re interrupted by a sharp knock. Erik heaves himself out of bed, leaving a warm indent behind for me to occupy, and drags his feet to the door.
“Silja came downstairs and dropped off breakfast,” he says, returning with a bag. “Were she and Nils nice to you last night?”
