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I’m frozen, waiting for my first blowjob since October, and the anticipation is brutal . Luke’s lips are almost touching my dick, and his breath scrapes the sensitive skin, warm and seductive.
“Christ, Luke. You’re killing me.”
He chuckles, sending excited sparks through my groin. “Not the worst way to go, is it?”
“Please, suck my dick already.” My desperation ratchets up by the second. “I’m begging you.” The words leave my mouth before I catch myself.
Oh, shit.
“ You’re begging me?” Luke scoffs gently. “I thought that’s what you told me to do.” He doesn’t wait a second before wrapping his mouth around the head of my cock, sucking hard and making me curse.
“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 overloaded with 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 fucking laughs . 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.
“Jesus fucking shi—” Luke’s moan catches in his throat as he gulps in air, pushing himself closer to me. I smile, keeping my finger frozen before bending it again, drawing another strangled breath out from Luke.
“Need your dick in me,” he mutters into the blanket.
“Not yet,” I tease. “You have to beg first.”
Luke scoffs. “Not gonna happen.”
There’s zero conviction in him, not with how utterly ruined he sounds.
“Damnit, I need to come, Erik,” he grits out.
“Then beg.”
“You want to come, too.”
“Yeah, but this is too much fun.” I bend my finger again.
“I can’t.”
“You know what you need to say.” Another press, which leads to another ragged groan. “I could do this all night long, Lukey.”
Then I make slow, teasing circles on his prostate, and Luke loses it. He breaks free from my loose grip and turns onto his back, fixing me with glassy eyes and an expression that I can only describe as wrecked .
“I can’t take it anymore,” he says, his voice cracking.
I grin down at him. “Maybe I’m tired. No more for you.”
“Fuck you,” Luke grunts. He tries to bring a hand around to take care of himself, but I pin his wrists up again. While I know for sure that Luke has the strength to break free, he isn’t putting up a serious fight.
“Erik. Please.”
I bring my mouth right up to Luke’s ear. “Do you call that begging?”
His breath catches. “Please, I need it so bad.”
“That isn’t really convincing me, sorry.”
“Fuck you,” he says again, and I use my free hand to trace a hard line along his leaking dick.
Luke whines and throws his head back into the mattress, his tousled hair spreading out. I nail him with a cold, dark stare, one that I usually reserve for cocky defensemen who try to check me one too many times, and his body shudders.
And then he cracks. Luke takes a few deep, ragged breaths, but he manages to pull himself together.
“Erik, I am begging you to please jerk me or something. I’m so goddamn desperate, I haven’t come since the morning I left Toronto, and you’re the only one who can save me. Please. I need it so goddamn bad.”
“That’s more like it,” I say, giving him a smile. “But I’m not going to jerk you off.”
Another broken whine, which turns into a heady moan the instant I slide two fingers into him.
“You want me to fuck you, right?”
“Erik, please,” he grunts out. “I need your cock.”
I’m still hard as a rock, and I make quick work of grabbing a condom, tearing the packet open, and rolling it down my length. Luke is already limber and loose, so I only have to glaze myself with lube and tease his entrance before sliding in.
I let out an involuntary, guttural moan. Holy shit, with the way Luke feels around me, soft, tight, and exactly the same as I remember, this is gonna take me all of a minute.
When I thrust into Luke, he squirms under me, his legs twitching. If he was losing it before, there’s no saving him now.
When I flick my gaze down, the sight that greets me is enough to throw me over the brink, and I will myself to hold off. He’s limp and whimpering, sharp and spent.
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.
Our feelings .
But Luke disarms me, pulling me down into his chest. We can always talk tomorrow.
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