“I’m sorry,” I apologized. I wanted to reach out and touch him. “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”
“No, it’s not that.” Lucas paused and ate one bite, savoring the ice cream on his tongue before he swallowed. “Just…my parents don’t know. About me, I mean. Almost no one does. I haven’t even hooked up with a guy since the show became popular.”
I gave a low whistle. I tried to lighten the mood a little by saying, “Your hand must get quite a work out.”
He laughed, though it was slightly strained, and the smile he gave me was small but genuine. “Yeah.” He shook his head. “And I’ve had a lot of occasions to beat off in the last couple of years. I’ve had someone taunting me with his sexy smile, beautiful eyes, and amazing ass.”
Was he saying…Yeah, he was. Lucas was implying that he jacked off, thinking about me. My breath caught, and my pants got tight. Just the thought of him stroking his own cock, the way he must look in the throes of passion, knowing he did it with me in mind, was enough to make my blood sing and pool south. I stood, not even trying to hide my stiffening cock. I needed to go or else I would attack him.
“I should probably go.”
“Shit,” he muttered. He stood as well, taking my bowl from my hands. “I didn’t mean to make things weird.”
“You didn’t,” I admitted. “It’s hot, thinking of you like that. But that’s why I need to go, right?”
His pupils dilated, but he took a deliberate step backward. “Yeah. Right.”
He walked to the sink and placed the bowls inside, while I headed for the front door and where I had left my shoes. I slipped them on and then straightened to find him standing right in front of me. There was no mistaking the lust in his eyes, and it was all I could do not to whimper and fall to my knees. I could see the longing there as well, now that I knew to look for it. But I also knew where he stood, and I had to respect that.
My voice was barely a whisper as I repeated, “I should go.”
Lucas nodded, his gaze fixed on my mouth. “Yeah,” he said absently.
I froze. Because I didn’t want to leave, and I wanted to take him to bed. But I couldn’t be the one to make the first move. This had to be on Lucas. So I waited, all but holding my breath.
He swayed toward me.
I licked my lips.
He made a broken sound.
And then his lips were on mine and he was kissing me.
Chapter 6
Lucas’s kiss was aggressive. He bit and sucked at my lips, his mouth almost punishing against mine. His hands squeezed and groped every bit of me he could reach, pulling me close and keeping my body tight against his. His tongue forced my lips apart and then dived inside, tangling, rubbing, and circling. I loved to be dominated in bed, and I let him have complete control, sinking into the sensations and letting them ramp up my arousal.
When I had to breathe, I tore my lips from his. Lucas’s mouth immediately moved down, latching onto my throat to bite and lick. I gave a tiny whimper and moved my hands up from where they were clutching at his shirt to cradle the back of his head. I felt the desperation in him, the longing, and I sought to gentle him just a little.
“Let’s take this to bed,” I murmured, my lips at his ear.
He went still, his mouth still pressed against my skin. I could feel him breathing in wet pants. Slowly, he lifted his head until his gaze latched to mine. His pupils were blown with lust, the startling blue nothing more than a thin ring around the black. He was gorgeous in his passion, and I wanted nothing more than to see more of that on his face. But underneath that desperate lust and driving need, I could see the question, the uncertainty, and I needed to soothe that.
“This can be whatever you want,” I assured him. I moved my hand until I could stroke my thumb against his sharp cheekbone. His eyes closed at the touch, his mouth falling open as he breathed heavily. “No worries here. No fear. Just us. Okay?”
He swallowed hard. He sucked in a deep breath. And then, with excruciating slowness, he untangled himself from my arms, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom.
The lamp was off, but the big window let in enough light from the moon and the skyline that we could see clearly. Lucas didn’t say a word as he stripped me of my clothes. With a gentleness I didn’t expect after his earlier aggression, he pulled off the polo I wore, and then his hands went to the button of my jeans. I kicked off my shoes to help the process, and he knelt to shuck my pants and briefs down my thighs. He helped me to step out of them, licked his lips while staring at my cock, and then gently nudged me back to sit on his big king-sized bed so he could peel off my socks. I grinned.
His answering smile made my breath catch.
I lay back on the covers and watched him strip. He was efficient. He didn’t tease. Just tugged off his clothes and left them in a heap beside the bed. I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful body. He was all cut muscles and hard lines, his chest a study in perfection, his abs a perfect six pack. He worked hard to keep himself in good shape for his role, and I was glad in that moment because I got to reap the benefits.
Lucas bit his lip, suddenly looking unsure. I smiled seductively and held out my hand. It was all the invitation he needed.
His body covered mine, his weight pleasantly pushing me into the mattress. I let out a moan at all his delicious skin as it came into full contact with mine. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, spreading my thighs so that he fit between my legs. He thrust his hips gently, his cock rubbing alongside mine, and I arched up into that wonderful friction.
“What do you want?” I whispered, then gasped as he lightly bit my collarbone. I tangled my fingers in his hair. It was just long enough to get a grip on. “Lucas. You can have anything you want.”
He lifted his head so he could see my face. His fingers tweaked one of my nipples, making me jump and moan, and he smiled wickedly. “Anything?”
I nodded even as I writhed under his touch. His fingers were like magic. Yes, he could have anything he wanted. Tonight was about him. I’d do whatever he wanted, even if it was something that I didn’t particularly care for.
Lucas buried his face in my neck and breathed in deeply. “Want to fuck you. It’s been so long and I’ve been dreaming about sliding inside you for years.”
Thank God. “Yes.” But first, there was something important I needed to do.
With careful, deliberate movements so he could stop me if he wanted, I flipped us over so that Lucas was underneath me. He’d gone a long time without the touch of another person, and I was of a mind to correct that gross neglect. I knew why he’d avoided it, but now that he was allowing someone—me—to touch, it was up to me to give him what he needed.
Lucas allowed it. Judging by the groan that tore from his throat, he wanted it badly. I hid my smile against his neck, even as I reached down to take a hold of his hands. I laced our fingers together, then lifted his arms above his head. A little squeeze to let him know I wanted him to keep them there, and then I traced my fingers down the line of his arms. He shivered and shuddered, his hips moving against mine. I could feel the wet kiss of his cock, but for the moment, I ignored it.
His skin was smooth and supple. A light dusting of hair graced his forearms and chest. I rubbed my hands against everything I could reach, digging my fingers in, making sure he could feel it. I explored with my mouth, too. Kissing, biting, sucking, licking. His shoulders, chest, and stomach all got their fair share of attention. I wanted him to feel cherished. He’d been without anything like this for so long, I wanted to make it amazing.
Lucas was breathing heavily, his panting breaths sounding harsh in the otherwise silent room. His skin rippled and his muscles bunched under my ministrations. There was a particularly sensitive patch right by his left nipple that made him whine. The one I found on his hipbone made him squirm and sigh. I kept going until I could bury my nose in the soft thatch of curls surrounding his cock. I loved how he smelled—like soap and clean sweat and man.
I breathed deeply, even as my tongue snaked out to bathe the base of his cock.
“Aaron.” My name on his lips was a plea and a prayer.
I took him in my mouth. I loved sucking cock. The weight of it on my tongue, the soft feel of the skin, the hard length filling me up, the salty-bitter taste. Lucas was perfectly proportioned, big enough that he was more than a mouthful, but not so long that he choked me on the first push, and he tasted divine. I kept my suction light. I wanted him to feel, not go off. His fingers found their way into my hair, and he held on. He didn’t pull exactly, but got a good grip. I encouraged him to move, to fuck my mouth, but instead he pulled me off his dick. It landed on his stomach with a wet splat.
I looked at him, not bothering to wipe the spit and pre-cum from my chin. His moan was decadent.
“Come up here,” he rasped.
I did, dragging my entire body along his, pressing us together so he could feel all of me. His skin was starving, and it was my goal to feed it. As soon as I was within reach, his mouth latched on to mine, pulling my tongue into his mouth and sucking hard. He wrapped his arms around me, and with a push of his hips, I was back underneath him.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. His fingers reached out to trace my cheek, my lips, my chin. “So beautiful. I want you so bad.”
I smiled, moving my own hand so I could grasp his cock. He shuddered as I squeezed and stroked. “Get a condom on and have me then.”
Lucas’s face fell, and his forehead clunked down onto my sternum. “Fuck.”
I rubbed his back. “Lucas?”
“I have lube,” he said into my skin. “But I haven’t needed condoms in a while.”
For a split second, disappointment overwhelmed me. And then I remembered my wallet. I grabbed his face, pulling it up so I could see his eyes, and waggled my eyebrows. “You get the lube. I’ve got a condom.”
He reached for the bedside table without getting off me. I chuckled and wiggled, sliding out from beneath him. It didn’t take long to locate my pants, and seconds later I was hopping back onto the bed, holding up the little plastic packet in triumph. He took it from me and then took a kiss.
With our lips still pressed together, I asked, “How do you want me?”
“Anyway you want,” he breathed. I pulled back so I could study his face and saw the utter sincerity there. “However you like it best.”
That was a tough question. I loved getting fucked, and all the different positions had their merits. I didn’t give it much thought though, because suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted. I lay on my side, so my back was to his front, and then peered over my shoulder at him.
“Like this? Is this okay?”
Lucas’s hand slid gently down my side from hip to shoulder and back again. He continued down my thigh, grasped my knee, and moved it forward, spreading me open. With careful motions, he pumped some lube onto his fingers, and then reached behind me.
I jumped at the first touch of cold at my pucker, but it quickly warmed with his gentle touches. Within seconds, I was pushing back into his touch, wanting his fingers in me. Though it had been a while since I’d done this, it hadn’t been anywhere near as long as it had been for Lucas, and all I needed was enough lube to slick the way.
“Please,” I murmured, riding his fingers. “Want you now. I’m ready.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You sure?”
“Yes!”
Lucas chuckled and then readjusted our position until I felt the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. I took a deep breath, and rode the motions as he gently rocked into me. He was careful—more careful than he needed to be—but I didn’t rush him. When he was finally balls-deep in my ass, I gave a satisfied sigh.
“So full. So good.”
Lucas slid his left arm under my neck and then grabbed my knee with his right hand and pulled it toward my chest. I didn’t think he could get any deeper, but just that much shifting brought us all the closer. I shuddered and whined, and I felt Lucas’s grin against my shoulder.
He started out slow—long, smooth slide out, hard push back in. With each thrust, he picked up a little momentum and power. It went from slow and easy to fast and hard within minutes. I was grunting out my pleasure, loving the feel of him. His dick hit all the best spots with every push inward and tugged on my rim every time he pulled out. His breath sawed in and out of his lungs, the gust of air on the back of my neck just adding to the sensations. I reached down so I could get a hand on my cock, but I didn’t start stroking yet. I wanted him to go first.
Lucas rolled us slightly so that I was half on my front, and he started pounding harder. I could tell by his stuttering rhythm that he was starting to get close. I clenched my ass muscles, working his cock. He groaned, a long drawn-out sound. Between one thrust and the next, he adjusted his angle and pegged my prostate. I howled, my orgasm suddenly right there.
“Come, Aaron,” he growled against my neck. “Fucking come. Let go, beautiful. I need you to come.”
His teeth sank into the back of my neck, and I fucking lost it. The keening whine came up from my belly as spunk shot out of my dick, soaking my hand and the comforter beneath me. Lucas kept up his rhythm, drawing out my climax. Just a second before it all became too much, my oversensitized body unable to handle the onslaught anymore, he shoved his dick in hard, and went completely still.
Holy shit. I was breathing heavily, winded from the exertion. My God, that was good. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been fucked with such care and skill. My entire body tingled, but my limbs were heavy with that wonderful satiation that came with being well fucked.
Lucas kissed the back of my neck, and then he trailed his fingers down my sweaty back until he could get his hand between us and grab hold of the condom.
“Ready?” His voice was barely a whisper. I shivered as his breath danced across my skin.
“Wait just a minute,” I selfishly pleaded. I had vowed to myself that this was going to be all about him, but there was nothing I loved more than the moments after sex was done, when I could feel my partner going soft inside me and we were still snuggled close.
“Okay,” he agreed softly. He rested his forehead against my cheek and just breathed. I soaked it in, loving his weight pressing on me, enjoying the sensation of sweat and cum drying on my skin.
A couple of minutes passed in silence, just us breathing. When I could tell he was about to lose the condom, I reluctantly said, “Okay. Ready.”
He nodded and kissed my ear and then ever so gently pulled out. I bit back the whimper by sheer force of will. I hated that part. I hated losing the tangible feel of him inside of me.
Lucas hugged me close for a second, and then with another kiss, he got up off the bed and padded into the bathroom. I closed my eyes tight. Amazing didn’t even begin to describe what had just happened. Every nerve in my body felt alive and satisfied. I wanted to do it again. Sadness washed through me when I realized I didn’t know if that was even a possibility. So I squeezed my eyes tighter, listening to the water run and the toilet flush, and did my best to keep my feelings from bubbling up and spilling over.
A moment later, I heard Lucas return. He brought me hand towel, half wet and half dry. He held it out, like he wasn’t sure what to do. I took it from him and wiped away the worst of the mess. Neither of us said anything for a long moment, and awkwardness started to creep in again.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I kept my voice low and tried to sound indifferent as I asked, “Do you want me to go?”
Lucas hesitated, his breath catching. I figured that was my answer. I shouldn’t have expected to be invited to stay the night. As much as he’d wanted this between us—had been wanting it, if I could trust what he said—I knew he had been determined not to let it happen. I started to move, to get up to find my clothes, but one word from Lucas was enough to stop me.
“Stay.”
It was whispered, barely audible over the ambient city noises, but it was enough.
Chapter 7
I wasn’t exactly surprised when I didn’t see Lucas for days. Our shooting schedule meant that we missed each other. He was on set when I had the day off. When I was on set, he was out shooting on location. He was on soundstage one, while I was on soundstage two. This made sense, as we both had to do our jobs, and whatever had happened between us couldn’t interfere with that.
But I was surprised—and a little hurt—that he hadn’t texted or called.
Of course, I hadn’t contacted him either. We never had a conversation about what was next, and I felt it was important to leave it in his hands. When four days went by and he hadn’t said a word to me, I thought it was clear he made his decision. It had been a one-night stand and nothing would come of it.
I was mostly okay with that. I knew the kind of pressure he put on himself, and I didn’t want to make it more stressful. It had been an amazing night, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want a repeat. But I understood the situation and was willing to let it go. The fact that I actually liked him as a person, now that I knew him a little better, made the hurt I was feeling a little stronger. I’d get over it. I always did. And I was determined to do my part. That when we saw each other on set, I would be polite and civil. I was willing to build on the friendship we forged.
Then again, if he went back to the cold and indifferent Lucas of the previous twenty-one months, I also wouldn’t hesitate to write him off.
Fortunately, I didn’t have to. Day five after the big night of passion saw us shooting a scene where my character finally came back to work. After spending the previous month in sweats and T-shirts, to put on my uniform costume felt strange. The shoes pinched, actually, and I spent some time pacing around and flexing my feet, trying to make them fit comfortably again.
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