Page 39 of Code Word (The Atrous #3)

EIGHTEEN

I knew going to bed our first night back was going to be different.

We were back to reality. Not on vacation, sharing a bed or a couch in a tiny beach house. We were back in LA in the house we shared.

Only now we shared a room, a bed, for real.

And he wanted me to fuck him.

That felt like the next step, and without either of us saying as much, I was certain that’s what we were up to, what was next for us.

We’d spent the afternoon moving some of my stuff—the stuff I wanted to keep—into his room. We’d had an early dinner, both of us tired, and it was all a lead-up to going to bed.

I was nervous, and Luke was too, I could tell. The quick glances, the shy smiles, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

Earlier, when he’d dragged me to his room and we landed on his bed, there was passion and desire. Now we were brushing our teeth before bed, waiting for something to happen, someone to say something, for the other to initiate foreplay.

And also without saying, I knew it had to be me.

I threw my toothbrush into the holder on the bathroom vanity and wiped my face just as he was finishing up at the sink.

I slid my hands to his hips and pressed my forehead to the back of his head.

“I like how my toothbrush looks next to yours,” I murmured, kissing his nape. “I like my clothes in your wardrobe.”

He melted back on me and hummed, his eyes watching me in the mirror. “I like it too,” he breathed.

“I want to take you to bed,” I murmured, kissing down his neck, watching him as he watched me.

He nodded, and when I pressed my front to his back, to his ass, my hands still on his hips, his eyelids fluttered and his breath caught.

“I want that too,” he whispered.

“I’m gonna take it slow.” I scraped my teeth against his skin. “I’ve never done this before, so”—I pulled his ass against my cock—“I’m gonna go by feel.”

He moaned.

“I’m gonna need you to tell me what to do,” I said, meeting his eyes in the reflection.

“I’ve never done this either,” he murmured.

“But you’ll tell me what you like, if it’s good,” I said, running my hands up his sides, over his abs, and down to his tented sweatpants. I palmed him and he reached up to put his hands in my hair. I kissed his neck and the back of his ear. “And you’ll tell me to stop if you need to stop.”

He raised his ass and pushed it against me. “I won’t want to stop,” he said, voice cracking with restraint. “Fuck, Blake. Baby, please.”

I grinned as I palmed his erection. “You just called me baby.”

He spun in my arms, and with his eyes ablaze, he pulled our hips together. “No joking, Blake, I swear to god. I’ve showered. I cleaned myself out for you. I need you to do this. I’ve needed it for ten years.”

His fire lit something in me.

I took hold of his face and kissed him, hard and demanding. My tongue in his mouth, unforgiving. I pushed him against the bathroom vanity, pinning him with my body.

He grunted in kind, his hands clawing at my back, my ass. He lifted one leg and we fit together so perfectly.

He fumbled to get my shirt off and I helped him with his. And then, our chests heaving, I slid my hands under the waistband of his sweatpants, and he did the same to me.

Then we were both naked in the bright lights of his bathroom, nowhere left to hide. Every emotion, every fear, every vulnerability on display.

I took his hand and kissed his palm. “I love you,” I said. “I want to have you. I want to be everything you need.”

He leaned his face into my palm and closed his eyes. “You already are.” Then he took a bottle out of his toiletry bag and handed it to me. It was lube. “Take me to bed, Blake. Please.”

Holy fuck.

I led him to his side of the bed, laid him down, and crawled up over him, kissing and sucking as I went, until I found his mouth and delved my tongue in. He spread his legs for me, tilting his hips and moaning, writhing.

I knew I had work to do. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew he needed to be ready for me, and from half the porn video we watched, I knew he needed to be lubed and stretched.

I wanted to make this good for him.

I broke the kiss and pulled back to kneel between his thighs.

“Oh,” he said. “How’s your knee?”

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, off his muscular body, his cock, his legs spread for me. My stupid knee hadn’t even been a factor. “What knee?” I breathed. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Sprawled like this for me.”

He snatched up the lube beside him. “Do I need to do this myself?”

I snorted and took it off him, leaning down to kiss him. I loved how impatient he was, how feisty, how sexy he was. “Okay, Mr. Impatient.”

He growled at me, and then changing positions, he rolled over and shoved a pillow under his hips, his ass propped up for me.

Ho. Lee. Fuck.

That was the hottest move I’d ever seen.

I moaned as I ran my hand over the swell of his ass cheek. “Fuck, Luke.”

“Yeah, fucking Luke today would be great.”

I chuckled and drizzled some lube down his ass crack, using my thumb to massage it downward. I skimmed over his hole and he bucked his hips with a soft moan.

Nope. Correction. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

So I massaged his hole with my thumb, harder this time, and he fisted the bedding. “Oh god,” he gasped. And when I pushed the tip of my thumb inside, he arched his back.

I added more lube and pushed my thumb in deeper, slowly beginning to fuck with it.

“Oh god,” he breathed, slowly rocking back and forth. I watched in perfect rapture how my thumb disappeared inside him, sliding in and out. It was insane how sexy this was. How intimate. How perfect.

More lube and more thumb, and when that wasn’t enough, I used my index finger. Then I slowly added my middle finger. Just pushing the fingertips into him and around his hole, and Luke was moaning and rocking.

My cock was leaking.

“Blake,” he whined. “I need more. I need... I need your cock inside me. Please. ”

I grunted, pushing my fingers deeper in as I kneeled up against his ass. He groaned and pushed his face into the mattress. “Fuck.” He arched his back again, rocking as he adjusted. “Need your cock so bad.”

“I’m so turned on,” I said. “I’m gonna last two minutes. Jesus.”

“Just give it to me,” he snapped. Then he whined, “Please.”

I couldn’t stand the begging.

I pulled my fingers out, added lube to my cock, pressed the head against his stretched hole, and pushed inside.

He fisted the sheet again, his face buried into the mattress, and he groaned so fucking loud.

And me?

I slid into heaven.

Hot, tight, and so fucking sublime.

I went as slow as my body would allow, holding his hips and sinking, sinking into a pleasure I never dreamed possible.

“Oh my fucking god, Luke,” I hissed. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

He pushed up on his hands a little and cried out. The change of angle was the most exquisite torture. I leaned down and kissed his spine. “I’m too close already,” I said, my breath hitching. “I love you so much.”

He whined and put his head back down on the mattress, his ass up so perfectly for me. I needed to move. I needed to thrust. My body’s urge to chase the ecstasy was so close.

So fucking close.

I began to thrust, slow and deep, and he whined with each pass. But then slow wasn’t enough and ecstasy began to move, and I needed to chase it down.

Faster, faster, while trying to remind myself to be slow and gentle.

So I went deeper, as deep as I could, and Luke groaned now, splayed out, gripping the sheets, and I leaned over him, rolling my hips against his ass, pushing into heaven all the way.

“I need to come,” I hissed. “Fuck, Luke.”

“Inside me,” he groaned. “Come inside me.”

His words lit the fuse, and with a final thrust, my orgasm detonated through me. Blinding, obliterating, wave after wave of pleasure hit me, and I came, pulsing and shooting deep inside him.

He gasped as he took it, and I collapsed on top of him, head spinning and out of breath.

Ho.

Lee.

Fuck.

I never wanted to move. Not that I was capable of moving, of thinking, but I never wanted to leave this spot, on him, inside him. “Luke,” I breathed. “Oh my god.”

“Mmm.”

I was overcome with the need to kiss him, to hold him. I pulled back slowly, sliding out of him, and he whined in protest until I flipped him over, lifted his knees to his chest, and pushed my still-hard cock back inside him.

“Ahh,” he breathed, looking up at me, his eyes big and wide.

I crushed my mouth to his, wrapped my arms around him, and rocked us back and forth.

It felt so good inside him, delicate bliss teasing every nerve, every synapse in my body.

But then it wasn’t me rocking us, it was him. And then he grunted and groaned, his fingers digging into my back.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Fuck me like this, more. Fuck, more.”

Holy shit.

He was gonna come like this.

So I fucked him just like that, harder and harder, until he went rigid and bucked, his cock spilling between us. I held him while he rode it out, his body racked with tremors.

Until he sobbed.

I pulled back to see his face. “Luke?”

Then he laughed. “Holy fucking fuck,” he said, and his body jerked again. “The fuck?”

I pulled back some more, slipping out of his body, and scooped him up in my arms. “Are you okay?”

He laughed and cried at the same time, covering his eyes with his hand. “Yeah. I just don’t even know what that was.”

I pulled his hand down so I could see his beautiful eyes. “That was heaven. That’s what that was.” I cupped his face and kissed him softly. “You are heaven.”

He laughed again, still teary-eyed. “It was more than I ever expected. So much more. I love you, Blake.”

I pressed my lips to his. “I know you do. And I’ll never take it for granted. I promise.”

He smiled, sleepy and emotional. “Do you feel okay?” I murmured.

He barked out a laugh as if that were the stupidest question ever asked. “Uh, yeah. I’m better than okay?”