Devotion (Club Destiny 5)

Luke slid one knee between his spread thighs and when he leaned closer, grinding his rock hard thigh against Cole’s cock, he wasn’t sure they were going to be in any kind of mood for dinner in the next few minutes.

“Look at me,” Luke demanded and Cole realized he’d closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Luke’s entire body hovering above him. The heat, the weight of him, it all made his head spin and his cock throb.

Opening his eyes, he gazed up into those sexy green-brown eyes, seeing the spark of lust glimmering there.

“Unbutton your jeans,” Luke instructed as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips firmly against his mouth.

Cole sucked in a breath, trying his damnedest not to give in and beg Luke to kiss him hard. Instead, he eased his hands down to his jeans, deftly undoing the button and lowering the zipper as Luke stroked his iron hard flesh with his thigh. Fuck, if Luke kept this up, Cole wasn’t going to last until whatever Luke had in store for them.

The only sound was that of Sierra banging around in the kitchen and his own ragged breaths. Luke appeared to be in total control as his tongue darted out, grazing his bottom lip. Cole was desperate, anxious for Luke to take exactly what he wanted, but having no idea what that might be.

“Push your jeans down,” Luke said, tilting his head slightly, aligning their mouths until there was barely room for a breath between them. “All the way down.”

Cole maneuvered as best he could with Luke’s large frame leaning over him, sliding his jeans down over his hips until they bunched at his thighs, his cock springing free, jutting upward as though begging for Luke’s attention.

“Now tell me what you want.”

Cole wanted everything. More than he ever could tell Luke. He wanted to see Luke vulnerable beneath him, his legs spread wide while he slid deep inside of him, using his teeth to nip him as he made love to him slow and easy. He wanted to see Luke sprawled out on all fours, his ass taking Cole’s cock deep as he fucked him hard and fast.

A bead of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to contain the fantasies, desperately trying to remind himself that Luke wasn’t a bottom. Although Cole had never mentioned it, he didn’t need to make the request to know that Luke would never give in.

“Tell me, Cole. Tell me what you want.” Luke’s palm slid over his straining cock, his grip painfully tight as he slowly stroked him. Cole’s balls immediately tightened, threatening to explode long before he got a chance to consider what he wanted from Luke that his lover would be willing to give.

“Fuck,” he growled, barely able to contain the urge to thrust into Luke’s hand. “Touch me.” Those were the only two words that came to mind. At this point, he didn’t give a shit what Luke did, as long as he didn’t stop touching him.

Luke leaned in closer, grazing his lips over his jaw and Cole held his breath. The heat of Luke’s callused hand gliding firmly over his cock and the warm breath against his ear had him biting his lip to keep from crying out.

“Do you want me to suck you into my mouth?” Luke asked, his words merely a whisper against his ear. “Or just stroke you until you come in my hand? Which do you prefer?”

Cole wasn’t sure he could answer. Just the thought of Luke’s mouth on his dick was making him thrust his hips upward, trying to increase the friction.

“Tell me,” Luke barked, his tone demanding, proof that he was losing his patience.

“Suck me,” Cole whispered. “Put your mouth on me. I want to fuck your lips.” Cole knew his tone contained a demand of his own, but that’s what he suspected Luke wanted.

As much as Luke wanted to be in control, Cole knew he needed him to be firm, not to give in. He might pretend to be submissive, but it was only for Luke’s benefit. If the tables were turned, he knew damn good and well Luke would be screaming his name.

Fucking hell!

Luke didn’t hesitate as he resituated himself between Cole’s thighs, yanking his jeans down below his knees, his broad torso forcing his thighs apart as his mouth came down on his cock. Cole slid his hand into Luke’s hair, staring down at the man swallowing his dick, lapping at him until he wasn’t sure he could breathe from the intensity of it.

“Fuck yes. Suck me harder,” Cole ordered, applying the slightest amount of pressure to Luke’s head, holding him until the head of his dick was pressing against Luke’s throat. “That’s it. Just like that.”

Cole didn’t want it to end. He wasn’t ready to come yet, but Luke wasn’t giving him much choice. If he had a say, he’d sit there and watch Luke bathe his cock in heat for hours, fucking his skilled mouth for all he was worth. Unfortunately, Luke had other ideas in mind as he used one hand to squeeze his balls, the other to grip the base of his dick, sliding him deep as he swallowed hard.