“Whatcha got there.” Luke’s mouth finds my throat, and I groan as he pinches my nipple. He picks one of our new toys up. “Matching rainbow cock rings, Rayne?” I chuckle. “Not as fun as these.” I reach into the bag and pat the plugs. “Remember what you said, yeah?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“What was it?” I prod him.
“I’ll wear one and let you have the remote—on the boat only.”
I grin. “We’ll be on the boat for a long time.”
His gaze shifts to my arm. “How did it go?”
“I could ask the same thing.” He lifts his brows. “It went great. I should be able to recover all my range of motion.” We knew that already—the orthopedic doc said the same thing—but Luke’s been losing shuteye over it anyway.
“One of the exercises will be something I can do if I’m in fuck position. Over a bottom.”
Spots of reddish color touch his cheekbones. “Oh yeah?” He sounds bored.
I kiss his mouth. “Let me do it now. First, though, tell me how it went with Derek.”
“It was fine. I liked him well enough.”
“Yeah? Did you feel like you could talk to him?”
He smirks. “Trying to get me out of your ear?”
I kiss his jaw. “Never.”
Luke leads me to our new favorite armchair. I’m already hard as hell when I sit down. He kneels in front of me and cups my balls in both of his hands.
“I want to play with yours, too…”
We end up on the bed, with me on my back and his cock bobbing in my face. His balls dangle over my mouth. I lick on them while he sucks me. He works a finger in, and then two, until I’m struggling to lick and pump him. My abs clench, and I tug his balls so I can try to lick him even as I’m coming.
After I blow, and he cleans me up, I shove him. “Lie down and let me blow you.”
“I thought you wanted something else.”
It makes me smile to hear him say that. In the last few weeks, he’s gotten used to bottoming, and I can tell he likes it. It’s not his go-to, but he’ll do it when I’m in the mood.
“To the chair.” I’m grinning as I stroke myself, then kneel beside the chair and grab some lube out of my pocket.
“Sit down, preacher.”
He does, and I spread his legs. I lube my fingers and push slowly into his hot tautness. I love how he moans and lifts his hips, and his cock glistens as I tease. Then he stands up and I sit.
I’m laughing as I stroke myself and he rips open a lube packet. “Never thought I’d be so ready to take someone in me,” he says.
He kneels in front of me to slick my cock up even as he’s working himself. “You’re ready to give it.”
“I want it on the plane, too—like you promised.”
“I’ll take you in the bed and make you come until you fall asleep,” he says.
“Pretty easy since we stayed up so late last night.”
Finally, when my cock’s slick and his eyes are glazed, he kisses my mouth and fists my cock around its base. Then he turns his back to me and sinks down on me with legs that tremble. I fuck him, and he rides me, until his back is swept with chills. He’s grabbing his dick as it spills, and I’m coming.
When we’re finished, I pull him back down onto my lap, and we kiss and stroke each other until he’s shaking a little less from having his p-spot fucked. Then I take his hand, and we walk to the shower.
I kiss his cheek as the water warms. “You good?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Let’s sleep on the plane so we can stay up late and fuck on the deck.”
“Okay.”
He looks tired. Chill. I make sure he stays that way until we get to the plane. Then we sit in seats that face the tail, and I start rubbing him before we taxi.
“Keep on doing that, you’re gonna get yourself in trouble,” he warns.
I keep it up, and when the plane levels off, he leads me to the bedroom.
We stretch out on our backs, stroking each other.
Luke comes from that. I tease his bottom with my fingers till he’s ready again. Then he moves between my knees and feeds me his cock one long, slow, thick inch at a time.
I’m so helpless—just like always. I precum in bucketloads and blow as he traces my cockhead—and then fills me with swelling warmth.
I can’t help falling asleep. When I wake up, George Town is a twinkle below us. Luke’s eyes are tired and happy when he wakes a minute later.
He gets on his knees in front of me and runs his hands up my outstretched legs.
I smile and sit up—because he looks thoughtful…maybe anxious.
“You okay, Sky?”