P ressing Luka against my front door, I kiss him breathless. He clings to me, mouth and body going pliant. Sliding my leg between both of his, I press up into the bulge I find there.
Luka gasps, his grip on me tightening as he grinds himself on my thigh. “Fuck,” he says as I press against him firmly.
“I want to ravish you, Luka,” I whisper as I kiss my way along his jaw. He tilts his head back, giving me access to his slim neck, and I lick at the flushed skin there.
He shudders in my arms. “Den…”
Pulling back, I look into his wide, lust-blown hazel eyes. “Tell me if this is going too fast.”
Luka shakes his head and he slides one hand up into my hair, while the other moves to my lower back, pushing down and encouraging me to grind against him. “I…I want you. It’s been a long fucking time since someone turned me on so much. I want to explore it with you.”
My dick aches with the need to fill this man, but I try hard to tamp the lust down. The last thing I want to do is scare Luka off. “Bedroom?” I ask, unable to keep the need from my tone.
In answer, he uses his grip on my hair to pull my mouth back to his. This kiss is nothing like any other we’ve shared. There’s an edge of desperation to it, one that has me panting and my cock rock-hard.
His teeth scrape against my bottom lip and I moan into his mouth, wanting to keep that sting of pain everywhere.
Pulling away from him is a feat, but I manage, grabbing his hand and leading him through my apartment to the bedroom. The bed is calling for us, the blankets already a tangled mess because I was too excited for my date today to bother with making it.
Standing just inside the room, I cup Luka’s face and force his gaze to mine. “You sure about this?”
He bites his swollen lower lip, hazel brown eyes filling with apprehension. “Keep my shirt on? Everything else is okay.”
“Of course. Whatever you’re comfortable with. The clothes don’t even have to come off, if you don’t want.”
Luka smile softly and drags his hand across my hard-on. “I want to see this dick,” he says huskily. “I want to touch it, taste it…”
Groaning, I kiss him again, harder this time, while walking him back towards the bed. Luka’s hands slide over my chest and down to the hem of my shirt.
Breaking the kiss, I pull away from him long enough to remove my shirt. “Keep going?” I ask, my hands on the waistband of my jeans.
Instead of answering, he knocks my hands aside and undoes the button and zipper himself. Luka's eyes stay on mine as he opens my pants, the first brush of his soft fingers against the base of my dick has me hissing in a sharp breath.
A few inches lower and his hand will be right where I need it—on my cock. Instead of taking hold of me though, he removes his hand and shoves my jeans to my thighs.
Only then does he look down. His bottom lip is clamped between his teeth and his cheeks are bright red as he stares at my erect cock.
Shoving my pants the rest of the way off, I let them drop to the floor, glad we kicked our shoes off near the front door so I can just step out of them.
“Your turn?” I ask with a raised brow. “Or is this Denver show and tell?”
He laughs a little and shifts from foot to foot, wrapping an arm over his chest protectively.
“I don't want you to be disappointed.”
“Sweetheart, the only way you can disappoint me is by not telling me what makes you uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy yourself. And if all you want to do tonight is cuddle in bed, then I'll understand.”
“But…you… We’ve gotten this far,” he says.
I nod slowly. “This is as far as it'll go if that's what you want.”
He lets out a slow breath and shakes his head, bringing his arm down and placing both hands on his waist band. “It's not,” he replies softly.
Quickly, as if he's afraid to lose his nerve, he shoves his pants down, leaving him in his shirts and tight black briefs that outline the bulge there.
Groaning, I grab my dick, squeezing it hard for a moment before reaching for him.
“At least take the top layer off?” I grip one side of his open overshirt. “Get it outta the way so I can eat you out uninhibited.”
Luka takes a shaky breath, but shrugs the shirt off and tosses it to the floor.
He's a vision, standing in front of me in his white shirt and those fucking briefs.
Dropping to my knees, I grip his hips and stare up at him.
“This okay?”
He nods, his hands finding my shoulders.
“I need words, sweetheart,” I tell him, a bit of Dom infusing into my tone.
Luka’s gasps but nods again and then says, “Yes, please.”
Leaning in, I press a kiss to the smooth skin just above the band of his underwear. Luka's grip on my shoulders tightens when I kiss along the length of his soft packer.
Using one hand against the base, I press it firmly against him as I tongue the packer through the briefs, soaking them in my saliva.
Luka rocks his hips, small gasps and moans escaping him as he chases the pressure and pleasure.
When I pull back, he whines, clutching at me.
“Shh,” I soothe him, dragging my hands up his thighs, around his hips, to his ass. “I want to taste you. Can I?”
“Yes.” His response is a needy, breathy whisper.
Giving his ass a firm squeeze, I move my hands back to the front and grip the waistband of the briefs.
With my gaze locked on his, I pull the underwear down, not looking away until I’ve dragged them all the way down to his ankles. As I help him out of his briefs and socks, I run my fingers lightly over his pale, delicate, freckled flesh.
Luka is trembling beneath my touch, but I keep things slow, steady, and soft. I follow my hands with my lips, kissing and tasting his sweet skin, smiling against it as he shakes and moans with pleasure above me.
When I finally reach where he wants me most, I press my hands against his inner thighs, encouraging him to spread his legs for me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out on a moan. “You're perfect. I can't wait to taste you.”
His T-dick practically begs for my mouth.
“On the bed,” I order, unable to contain the thread of control running through me, not wanting to, especially when Luka reacts so beautifully.
He shivers and scrambles to do what I commanded, dropping to the bed and scooting back. I stop him before he gets too far.
“Grab a pillow. I want you raised up.”
Without question, Luka reaches above himself and snags one of the pillows. He helpfully lifts his hips while I slide it under him. With both hands on his thighs, I spread him open wide, grazing my fingers alongside his T-dick.
He gasps and arches off the pillow, so I tighten my grip—not enough to leave bruises, but close.
“Limits? Places you don't want to be touched? Aside from your chest.”
He shakes his head and then says, “I—I know not everyone likes the…front part. So, you don't have to touch it, if you don't want to.”
For being so brave when he's clearly nervous and unsure, I run gentle fingers up the length of his T-dick. “Sweetheart, I've had my face buried in my fair share of cunts, asses, and tits. Nothing you do or don't have matters to me. So long as I can make you feel good.” With a single finger, I swipe across his hole lightly.
His legs try to close, even as his body vibrates with pleasure and he moans. Using more strength than before, I keep him open for me.
“I…I like it,” he gasps. “I finger myself. S—sometimes I'll stick a toy in either hole and finger the other.”
“ Fuck ,” I groan, my dick aching to be inside this man after hearing those words.
With the last of my sanity, I ask, “What do you call it?”
“My fr—front, or vag. Either works. But…” His hesitation has me raising an eyebrow, and he swallows as the redness across his face and throat deepens. “I like dirty talk,” he whispers. “You can call it whatever you want—only in the bedroom though. I… If it's a cunt or a pussy, it's only behind closed doors.”
I smirk and press closer, lining my face up with his spread open core. “Good to know. Now, put your hands on the bed, hold onto the sheets if you have to, because I'm going to eat your cunt until you're begging me to stop.”
Luka gasps and I dive in, tonguing the head of his T-dick and sucking it into my mouth. His hips buck and I hold him down, keeping firm pressure on his thighs to remind him who's in charge.
He trembles as I lick and suck at his T-dick. One of his hands reaches for my hair, and normally I wouldn't mind, but I don't like being disobeyed either… We didn't set any ground rules, so I only pull away and look up over the expanse of his body, noting that his shirt has lifted and twisted up above his stomach, exposing his flat abdomen and happy trail.
Luka whines and thrashes his head from side to side before meeting my gaze.
“Hands on the bed, Luka,” I order in a soft but firm tone. “Move them again and I'll restrain you.”
He moans but moves his hand, tangling the top sheet between his fingers.
“Good. Now, grab another pillow and raise your head. I want you to watch me.”
He obeys almost instantly. Folding the pillow in half, he stuffs it under his head and neck.
Keeping my gaze on his, I suck a finger into my mouth, getting it nice and drenched, sucking it like I would a cock.
Luka watches intently, his gaze burning a hole into mine. I keep eye contact for as long as possible as I dip my head and lap at his entrance.
He moans and wiggles his hips. I let him this time, grabbing a leg and maneuvering it to where I want it. He follows my silent cues, letting me manipulate his body as I suck my finger back into my mouth, then spread him wider, getting a direct line to his asshole.
The shout Luka lets out could probably be heard next door, but I don't care. I'm too focused on teasing his ass, even as I bury my tongue in his sweet cunt.
Pulling my finger back, I wet it and another one, soaking them both before swirling them around his hole until it softens enough that I can slide one in.
A litany of sounds pour out of Luka, and I grin against his flesh at being able to give this to him.
My dick aches and pre-cum slides down my tip, but I ignore it. I also ignore the burning in my knees from kneeling on the floor as I give Luka the best head I've ever given anyone.
Moving back up to his T-dick, I lick and suck on it as I use two fingers in his ass.
He can't stop thrusting into each motion, chasing both my hand and mouth.
His legs come up and bracket my head, squeezing against me as he gets louder, and his T-dick spasms against my tongue.
Licking back down to his free hole, I shove my tongue deep inside, using my other hand to rub at his T-dick.
Luka cries out as his body goes taut, and for a few seconds, it feels as if the very air around us stills, before he's shaking against me and coming apart as the orgasm rips through him.
It goes on for a long moment as I finger and tonguefuck him through it, until his cries turn to quiet whimpers and his hips shift, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
Only then do I ease away from him, savoring his taste.
Looking up, I find his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath, chest heaving and limbs still trembling.
The sight is too much to take and I scramble up off the floor, climbing onto the bed between his spread legs.
Luka tries to reach for me but I bat his hand away, taking my cock in a hard grip. It's not going to take much, not with his taste still on my tongue, and the sight of him spread open for me right before my eyes. Both holes seems to be inviting me in, open and wanting, and I groan as I jerk myself off.
Reaching over, I shove Luka’s shirt further up his chest, not enough to expose him, but just so I can get a better view of his flushed skin, his freckles standing out starkly against the pink flesh.
Jerking myself hard and fast, it doesn't take long to come all over his spent T-dick and lower stomach. The sight of my cum on him has me groaning, and my balls ache as I come again.
Gasping for breath, I release my dick and stretch out over Luka, my shaking arms barely holding me up.
We both gasp for much-needed air as we stare at one another, the need now ramped down to something a lot more emotional, but no less intense.