"Kyle…."
Luke drew me in for a soul deep kiss. Our tongues fought for supremacy. Teeth clashed. Moans filled the air. My hands wandered over his broad, muscular back and I slid my fingers inside his jeans to feel the curve of his arse. I'd never wanted anyone as much in my life.
I eased back, unfastened his belt, popped open the button on his jeans, and slid down the zipper. His generous sized cock bulged in his briefs. I stood and Luke eased himself down the couch, his head propped on cushions. Kneeling beside him, I kissed him gently before removing his boots and drawing the jeans and briefs off him.
His cock sprang free and slapped against the hard muscles of his stomach. It was longer and thicker than any I'd had before. A bead of pre-cum sparkled on the tip, and I dragged my thumb across the thick fluid, spreading it over the head. Luke moaned and lifted his hips.
One hand wrapped around his hard rod and slid back and forth while the other fondled his sac which was engorged, the skin pulled tight. Luke's hips matched my rhythm as I slid over his length.
"Kyle…."
I glanced into clouded, lust-filled eyes, smiled, and lowered my head taking his dick to the back of my throat in one smooth motion before closing my lips and sucking with force.
"Fuck!" Luke's fingers tangled in my hair and I felt the bite of pain from my scalp.
The harder and faster I sucked, the higher and faster his hips lifted. I didn’t think about whether or not he was causing further damage to his injured body and it seemed to be the last thing on his mind.
My tongue curled around him and swiped along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. His balls pulled up tight against his body. When I inserted a finger into his hole and brushed the sensitive bundle of nerves, he roared my name and came down my throat. As his cock spasmed and pulsed, cum spurted in ribbon after ribbon. He tasted sweet, musky, and I loved every drop.
When he finally quieted, and the grip on my hair relaxed, I released him with a soft pop. After licking him clean, I wiped my mouth against the back of my hand and crawled closer to capture Luke's lips.
When we parted, his eyes were hooded, those of a satisfied and exhausted man. It was then I remembered his injuries.
"Fuck. Luke, are you okay?"
He opened his eyes slightly wider and satisfaction sparkled in his beautiful blue orbs.
"Better than okay, it was so much better than any dream I've had."
His words were slurred, leaving me with no doubt, the man was exhausted. Within moments, his chest rose and fell gently as he slept.
I stood, threw a soft blanket over him, and kissed him gently before heading to my office to take care of the bookwork.
CHAPTER SEVEN
LUKE
I awoke to soft voices drifting from the direction of the kitchen, feeling like I'd slept for hours and the dark room confirmed my suspicions. The curtains were still open and soft moonlight filtered into the room. Night came early to this part of the country. Mouthwatering aromas hung in the air, and when my stomach grumbled, I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast.
I groaned as I unfolded my large frame from the small couch. I was stiff and ached everywhere. When I threw back the blanket, and saw I was naked, memories of the blow job Kyle had given me flooded back. It wasn't any wonder I'd slept so deeply and for more than a few minutes. I had never been so thoroughly satisfied and completely at peace.
I glanced around in search of my clothes, before noticing a pair of sweatpants draped over the back of the couch. They weren't mine but I figured Kyle had left them for me. I pulled them on and stood up. Fuck, I ached. I felt light-headed, unsteady on my feet, and paused for a moment while I steadied. Once I was confident I wouldn't face plant the floor if I moved, I padded in the direction of the voices in sock covered feet.
I reached the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against the frame watching Kyle. He was stirring a pot on the stove top while steaks sizzled in a frying pan.
Wendy looked up from where she sat at the table. "Hi sleepyhead, feeling better?"
Kyle spun around at her words and I grinned as his eyes raked over my body. The attention had my cock swelling with desire, so I joined Wendy and sat at the table before I embarrassed myself.
Kyle also wore only sweats. It was a warm night in more ways than one. His pants sat low on his hips, as did mine. His body could only be described as perfection. Broad shoulders, a defined six pack, and back muscles which rippled with every movement he made. I guessed his body was a result of hard cattle wrangling, mine was working out in a gym.