by Eden Finley
“And you got stuck with me tagging along.”
He leans in so slowly his breath becomes warmer against my skin. In whispered words that send a shiver right through me, he says, “Stuck? I prefer to think of it as I found you instead. Someone who appreciates Radioactive? Hottest. Thing. Ever.”
A tortured groan flies from my throat as my dick thickens, and I take the opportunity to close the short distance between us. My mouth meets his, and just like the kiss we shared earlier, I might’ve been the one to initiate it, but Marty takes over. Being with a guy who knows what he’s doing and takes control is a definite turn-on. I’m in control at work all day every day. I want to come home to someone who’ll take the decisions out of my hands and take me the way he wants.
I cup Marty’s face and pull him closer, my tongue seeking his in a sloppy and wet kiss that’s all parts consuming. Between my heightened emotional state because of the song, and the way he’s appreciative of my reaction, we get lost in each other, our mouths exploring until it gets to a point where it’s not enough. My hand wanders and slips under his shirt, and I’m surprised to find hard muscles along his abs.
I pull back, breathing deep. “Do all molecular engineer grad students have tight abs?”
“I kinda feel like molecular engineer and the words tight abs shouldn’t be in the same sentence.” Marty chuckles. “Did I mention my brother is a personal trainer?”
“Guess we know where all the brains went in the family,” I joke.
His eyes widen. “Thank you! I say that all the time, but apparently it’s mean to point out the truth.”
I shake my head. “You really are something else.”
I don’t give him a chance to respond, and instead, I lie back on the grass and pull him on top of me. Our mouths come back together for more of his talented tongue.
My cock is hard, pressing against the fly of my jeans, and just the pressure of Marty on top of me has the ability to get me to the edge. If he were to start moving, it’d all be over and the rest of the concert would be pretty damn uncomfortable.
Which is why I run my palms down his back and slip my hands into the waistband of his jeans to cup his firm ass. It’s supposed to keep him in place, but all it does is make my hips pump upward. And when he moans into my mouth, I swear I almost come.
It’s been way too long.
I almost don’t care if I’ll have to clean myself up with my underwear and then dump it and go commando, because at this point, it feels way too good to stop.
At the sound of cheers and a wolf-whistle, followed by a deep voice saying, “Oh fuck, it’s two guys,” I break away, and my head slams back on the grass as we’re brought back to reality. I wasn’t really thinking—getting so hot and heavy in public, even if we are in a quieter area.
I gently move Marty off me and to the side opposite the three guys who interrupted us in case there’s trouble, but they move on with one of them giving an apologetic stare at his drunken friend’s comment.
I let out a breath of relief. “My place is a five-minute walk away.”
Marty’s brow furrows as he stares toward the stage and back again.
“Right,” I say. “How could I forget about your prior engagement with your future husband.”
He bites that lip again, and fuck, he doesn’t even know what that does to me. Or he does, and he’s doing it on purpose. “They’re still not due to go on for an hour and a half. You said you live five minutes away?”
I’ve never gotten up faster in my entire life.
5
Marty
The walk is five minutes if you have legs as long as Luce. It takes almost ten with me trying to keep up with the giant pulling me the whole way. By the time we arrive at his apartment block, which had obviously been a single mansion at one point that’s been turned into individual dwellings, I’m panting as if I’ve already gotten off.
Should’ve brought my asthma puffer.
Yeah, because that’s so sexy …
No sexier than the wheezing I’m doing right now.
This totally wasn’t the plan for tonight, but I can’t bring myself to be upset about that. I already thought Luce was hot before he got choked up listening to Radioactive. I saw the moment it clicked for him—the moment where I just knew he understood like I did. There was no keeping me off him after that.
As soon as the door to his apartment is closed, Luce is on me again. His mouth and strong hands—he exudes sex and confidence, and I’m putty under his touch.
His lips trail down my neck, and I can’t breathe, but I don’t know if it’s because of him or still my asthma. When his hands cup my ass, and he grinds his hard cock into me, I know without a doubt my breathing problem has nothing to do with needing Ventolin.
As if he’s magically sprouted limbs, I feel Luce’s hands all over me, while the close embrace of his arms surrounds me with warmth.
His mouth sucks and teases my skin, finding its way back to my lips.
Luce’s chest rumbles, deep and sexy-like. “Bedroom.” It almost comes out like a choked garble.
“Would be handy to know where that is,” I point out.
He pulls back. “Right.”
Without warning, he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
Instead of protesting about my legs being in working order, I go a different route. “I demand this is how I travel from now on. My feet shall never touch the ground again.”
Luce swats my butt. “There’s that sass again.”
“I’m beginning to think you like my sass.”
“You’re wrong. I love your sass.”
He throws me down on the bed and then stands at the foot of it, slowly removing his T-shirt and then unbuttoning his jeans.
This is the part that’s always awkward. The whole … which goes where, what’s off limits, what you like, and if there’s anything worth sharing—like Surprise, third testicle.
“How do we … uh, I mean … are you, you know—”
Luce smirks. “All I’ve been thinking about all fucking night is that pretty mouth of yours. I want your lips wrapped around my cock. If you’re okay with that, then I’ll let you do whatever the hell you want to me afterwards. Fuck me, rim me, demand I suck you off … hell, mug me for all I care—”
I laugh.
“I just want this.” His hand cups my face while his thumb brushes over my lips.
I give it a small nip before kissing it.
His breath hitches.
Scooting my way to the edge of the bed, I pull Luce’s jeans down his legs and look up at him.
“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about doing this ever since you shoved your impressive cock in my face.” My voice takes on a raspy sound I’ve never heard come from my lips before, but with the way Luce’s eyes fill with heat, I guess it turns him on.
I skim my fingertips over his hard length with light touches.
A large hand fists my hair. “No fucking teasing.”
His gruff, demanding voice makes me shiver in anticipation. I like it when a guy gets bossy, so long as he knows I’ll tell him to go fuck himself if I don’t want it. This though? Luce fucking my mouth until I choke on his dick? I can’t wait.
I circle his tip with my tongue before engulfing the whole thing to the root.
He gasps. “Holy fuck.”
Don’t mind surprising guys with my deep-throating skills either. It usually takes them off guard. I like taking a guy to the back of my throat until my eyes water and they can’t restrain themselves.
Seeing a guy lose control and knowing I’m the one making him go bananas is the hottest thing there is.
Luce’s hips thrust forward, making his cock go a little too far, so I grip his ass cheeks and dig my thumbs into his hips so I have more control.
He mutters my name so loud I almost lose my rhythm, because there’s affection in his voice that doesn’t belong in a hook-up. This should be fast and hard, and instead I find myself slow
ing and staring up at him while I continue to move my mouth over his velvety tight skin.
He senses the change from rough to gentle, and the hand gripping my hair loosens and travels to the side of my face. That damn caressing thumb softly trails over my cheek in a loving manner, and the admiration and awe in his gaze makes my cock harder than when he was trying to shove his dick down my throat as far as it could go.
“This is better than I anticipated,” he whispers. “I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
I nod and my cheeks hollow as I suck harder, because I’m unwilling to pull off him even for a second to beg him to come in my mouth. Luce throws his head back, and we moan in unison when the first spurts of his release hit my tongue.
Salty musk fills my mouth, and my own dick responds by leaking precum into my boxers.
“So good,” Luce murmurs, his legs trembling until his cock falls from my lips. He climbs on top of me, pushing me onto my back, and his lips skim my cheek until his mouth is next to my ear. “Now, how do you want me?”
Unintelligible mumbles fall from my mouth. When he laughs, I shake my head to clear it. I manage to get out, “How about on your hands and knees?”
“Mmm …” Luce’s hands skim over my polo. “Right after I get you naked, first.”
“That’d help,” I quip.
He pinches my side with a laugh, and I love that it’s playful between us. Some guys are so serious in bed, it feels clinical and all about getting off. I like to have fun with sex, because that’s what it’s supposed to be.
I also love that he’s up for anything, and I want nothing more than to get inside his ass.
Luce undresses me, and I can’t bring myself to help him. It’s way too hot watching him do it for me. Muscular arms yank at my clothes, and before I know it, I’m spread out in front of him, completely bare.
He takes my nipple into his mouth and hums around it. “I know you said you want my ass, and I promise you’re welcome to it, but I want to play first.”
“Who am I to deny playtime?”
With a grin, Luce moves down my body, kissing and tonguing my abs and belly button, then down the thin trail of hair leading from my navel to my groin. He avoids touching my cock though, with his hands or mouth, and I want to cry. Instead, a whine comes out.
He nuzzles me as his tongue darts out and licks my balls. “You smell delicious.”
I want to joke about showering helping with that, but when he moves to take the head of my dick into his mouth, I know he’s not talking about the freshness of my skin. He licks at the precum pooling in my slit and moans as if being served a gourmet meal. The vibrations from his mouth go straight to my balls, and I know if he doesn’t stop, there’ll be no chance to fill his ass, because I’ll be too busy coming down his throat.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I grip his hair and pull him off me. “You’re way too good at that.”
“No such thing.”
“There is when I want this to last.”
“Fine.” He climbs off me and goes to his bedside table to pull out lube and a condom. “But I think you’re forgetting I’m nine years older than you. I need more recovery time, and I wanna feel good while you’re inside me.”
I send him the cockiest smile my face owns. “I’ll get you there, baby.”
He looks sceptical, but I’m determined to get him off again. He climbs onto his hands and knees, and I tease his hole and balls with my mouth and coax him back to hardness. I take my time adding lube and pressing my fingers into him, because I want this to be good for him too. The break from having any attention on my cock is what I needed to calm down enough so I won’t be so quick on the trigger, but that doesn’t mean I’m not achingly hard.
By the time Luce is writhing against my fingers, his breathing ragged and his hands fisting the comforter, he’s begging for me to fuck him. I rubber up and add more lube to my cock, but as I push against his hole, a hand reaches out for mine.
“Just … it’s been a while … okay?” He sounds unsure now it’s my dick and not my fingers.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise him.
He nods and releases me, and as I slowly enter him, I feel him push against the intrusion and hold his breath.
I lean forward and kiss between his shoulder blades. “Breathe,” I whisper.
“I’m okay,” he croaks. His head drops, and I feel the tension ease below me.
Starting small, I rotate my hips in short thrusts. His breathing picks up, and his body accepts me willingly.
The tightness surrounding my cock is almost too much.
“Fuck me,” he begs.
“Can’t. Too tight.”
“I’m okay now.” His voice is breathy, and it does nothing to calm my racing heart and throbbing dick.
I grit my teeth. “I’m not.”
He laughs, and I feel it all the way up my dick as his body shakes.
“Not funny,” I say, but now I’m laughing too.
Luce pushes back against me, and I groan. I reach around to stroke his cock and find him hard as granite. I slide in and out of him in time with my hand pumping his dick.
“God, you feel good,” he mutters.
“Ditto. Best. Date. Ever.” The saddest thing is I’m not even lying.
A few more thrusts and neither of us can talk anymore. It’s all moans, grunts, and loud breaths as we chase our release. I try to hold out for him, but I know it’s imminent.
He pants in between trying to talk. “I’m gonna go … any … minute.”
“Thank God. Take me with you,” I plead. “Send me over with you—”
Luce comes on a shout, covering my hand with cum while his ass milks my dick. It tightens around my cock, and I thrust in and out a few more times until I have absolutely nothing left.
He collapses onto the bed, forcing me to pull out of him. The sight of his used, slicked-up hole makes another ripple of pleasure shoot through me, and when he rolls over and stares up at where I’m still resting on my knees and leaning on the heels of my feet, his flushed face and happy smile make me come even more.
Tenderly, Luce reaches for the condom and removes it, tying it up and throwing it on the floor beside the bed. Then he reaches for tissues on the bedside table and cleans his cum off his chest and my hand.
“Come ’ere.” He throws the used tissue on the floor and beckons me to lie on top of him, where I fit perfectly on his chest, my head below his chin.
“The old guy’s a snuggler, huh?” I can’t help myself.
A meaty hand pinches my ass, and I’m working out that’s his go-to move when I’m giving him attitude.
“Back in my day, it was customary to snuggle after sex.”
I snort. “Back in your day, you also had to walk fifteen miles to school barefoot, right?”
“In the snow,” he mumbles. “Can’t forget the snow.”
Silently, we catch our breaths and calm our racing hearts. A content feeling I’ve never experienced after sex makes me want to not get up. Ever.
“It’s Lucifer,” he eventually says.
I pull my head back and stare up at him. “What?”
“My real name is Lucifer.”
That content feeling? Kinda gone. Fear of having come home with another crazy person tries to take over it. Maybe I’m a psycho magnet.
It’s hard to tell if Luce is serious or not, but his grimace doesn’t imply he’s joking. He’s waiting for me to respond, but I have no idea what to say to that. If I ask if he’s joking and he’s not, that’s gonna suck.
I swallow hard and try to make a joke. “Was this some sort of sacrificial virgin ritual? Because I have bad news for you. My virginity has been non-existent for a while now.”
He laughs. “Damn. There goes my master plan for world domination. Like Hell isn’t hard enough to control.”
I purse my lips. “How … I mean, how is it even legal to have the name Lucifer?”
Luce’s hand runs through my hair and cups the si
de of my head. “My mum had planned on calling me Lucas, but when I put her through forty-eight hours of labour, she decided Lucifer was a better fit. She still uses the excuse that she was high on pain relief when she filled in the birth certificate forms. Pretty sure I’m the reason you’re allowed to change your kid’s name for free within the first twelve months of birth now.”
I try to hold in my amusement, and he must sense it.
“It’s okay to laugh. It’s a horrible name.”
“Why do you go by Luce now and not Luke or something close but more … normal-ish?”
“Punishment,” he says with a smirk. “Mum hates it, but I always ask her how she thinks I felt growing up with the name Lucifer.”
“Why didn’t your dad stop her?”
He shrugs and pierces me with stormy grey eyes that make his greying hair shine in the dark. “Never knew him. It’s always been just me and Mum.”
“I’m sorry, Satan.”
Again, with the pinching.
“Stop pinching me.” I laugh. “If you keep doing it, I’ll start spouting random sarcasm if someone pinches me. You know, like Pavlov’s dog.”
He cocks his head. “Do you have a lot of people pinching you?”
“Maybe I do … maybe I don’t …”
Luce runs his arm down my bare, sweaty back. “We should get up and go before we miss your man.”
“Few more minutes.”
And even though we have every intention of doing just that, I don’t realise when sleep pulls me under, because I’m too warm, sated, and happy lying in Luce’s arms.
6
Luce
I wake to an incessant buzzing with light streaming through my windows and a warm body against me. It takes a while to get my bearings, but when I do, I know I’ve fucked up.
“Shit!” I hiss.
Marty mumbles and rolls away from me.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” I whisper to myself.