croaks looking up at him. “And that scares the shit out of me. I’ve spent most of life taking care of them and now....I’m scared that they don’t need me anymore. They have their own lives.”
“Maybe...” Stuart scoots closer to me, his face leaning towards mine. “Maybe it’s time you have your own too.”
He gives me a sweet smile and leans his lips so they press warmly against mine.
Maybe he’s right. And I’m hoping that it now includes him.
Chapter 18
Stuart
Resting my face in my hand I stare at the most gorgeous display. Luke’s face looks soft and worry free as it’s angled towards me. His hand is stretched across his six pack.
I did happen to lick whip cream off that last night, thanks for asking.
The sheet is loosely hung around his hips really only covering one part.
Huh. Isn’t this how the little roller coaster ride between us started?
“It’s really weird for you to watch me sleep,” Luke comments from behind his closed lids.
“How do you know that’s what’s happening if you’re asleep.”
“The erection poking me,” his light snicker is followed by him opening his eyes. “Good morning to you too.”
“Morning Nurse Man.” I lean over and plant a kiss on his lips. Luke’s hand reaches behind my head, spreading his fingers through my hair. Moaning through the contact, I keep our lips together as I crawl on top to straddle him. My lips slip off trailing kisses down his chin and over to his neck, hungry for him again.
Don’t ask how long has it been since we went at it. I don’t feel that should affect how often I wanna have him.
“Can I ask you something?” he hums as my tongue ring circles the spot above his collarbone that forces his legs to spread wider.
“Hm?”
“That cross tattoo on your chest,” the words are clearly having trouble coming out.
Helping him out, I stop and lean my body up, continuing to straddle him. “What about it?”
“Is it for religious reasons? In memory of someone? Drunken ‘it looks cool’ decision?”
“It’s a reminder that my choices and my sins are mine to bear. That I need to be responsible for the actions I make. They have consequences that I have to deal with it.”
My answer causes his hand to stroke it with his thumb. Tilting his head to the side he states, “That’s why your initials are in it.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you willing to let anyone else share that burden? The weight? The responsibility?”
Surprised, I’m knocked backwards. “I don’t know. No one’s ever asked.”
Before Luke can ask I pounce on his lips in an attempt to entomb the emotional attachment that’s growing instead of dying. His mouth invites my tongue in at the same time his hips grind his hard cock against mine.
Between sharp and intense kisses Luke manages to ask, “Your turn?”
Peppering kisses down his neck once more, I flirt, “That an invitation?”
The nod is the only answer I need before burying my tongue back in his mouth, this time more aggressively than before. Impatiently I stretch out and grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand beside us, flick the lid open, and squeeze a decent amount on my fingers, dropping the bottle thoughtlessly. Slipping off, back onto my side, I graze his balls with the cool liquid to hear him whimper in pleasure before working my fingers to loosen him. I start gentle at first, wrapped up in the emotional high that comes from the trust he’s giving me and the simple fact I think when I tell him about Sara he’s gonna stay, but before I know it the barbarous desire to claim him pushes my fingers faster. As soon as he’s withered enough to test all the patience I have, I climb on top, lift his legs up, and dive in imprinting my name on the imminent orgasm. Roughly I piston into him while his hands are clutching at the sheets for dear life. His legs are hooked around my hips keeping me in place for each blow that’s tearing him apart. With every moan that comes out of
“Maybe...” Stuart scoots closer to me, his face leaning towards mine. “Maybe it’s time you have your own too.”
He gives me a sweet smile and leans his lips so they press warmly against mine.
Maybe he’s right. And I’m hoping that it now includes him.
Chapter 18
Stuart
Resting my face in my hand I stare at the most gorgeous display. Luke’s face looks soft and worry free as it’s angled towards me. His hand is stretched across his six pack.
I did happen to lick whip cream off that last night, thanks for asking.
The sheet is loosely hung around his hips really only covering one part.
Huh. Isn’t this how the little roller coaster ride between us started?
“It’s really weird for you to watch me sleep,” Luke comments from behind his closed lids.
“How do you know that’s what’s happening if you’re asleep.”
“The erection poking me,” his light snicker is followed by him opening his eyes. “Good morning to you too.”
“Morning Nurse Man.” I lean over and plant a kiss on his lips. Luke’s hand reaches behind my head, spreading his fingers through my hair. Moaning through the contact, I keep our lips together as I crawl on top to straddle him. My lips slip off trailing kisses down his chin and over to his neck, hungry for him again.
Don’t ask how long has it been since we went at it. I don’t feel that should affect how often I wanna have him.
“Can I ask you something?” he hums as my tongue ring circles the spot above his collarbone that forces his legs to spread wider.
“Hm?”
“That cross tattoo on your chest,” the words are clearly having trouble coming out.
Helping him out, I stop and lean my body up, continuing to straddle him. “What about it?”
“Is it for religious reasons? In memory of someone? Drunken ‘it looks cool’ decision?”
“It’s a reminder that my choices and my sins are mine to bear. That I need to be responsible for the actions I make. They have consequences that I have to deal with it.”
My answer causes his hand to stroke it with his thumb. Tilting his head to the side he states, “That’s why your initials are in it.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you willing to let anyone else share that burden? The weight? The responsibility?”
Surprised, I’m knocked backwards. “I don’t know. No one’s ever asked.”
Before Luke can ask I pounce on his lips in an attempt to entomb the emotional attachment that’s growing instead of dying. His mouth invites my tongue in at the same time his hips grind his hard cock against mine.
Between sharp and intense kisses Luke manages to ask, “Your turn?”
Peppering kisses down his neck once more, I flirt, “That an invitation?”
The nod is the only answer I need before burying my tongue back in his mouth, this time more aggressively than before. Impatiently I stretch out and grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand beside us, flick the lid open, and squeeze a decent amount on my fingers, dropping the bottle thoughtlessly. Slipping off, back onto my side, I graze his balls with the cool liquid to hear him whimper in pleasure before working my fingers to loosen him. I start gentle at first, wrapped up in the emotional high that comes from the trust he’s giving me and the simple fact I think when I tell him about Sara he’s gonna stay, but before I know it the barbarous desire to claim him pushes my fingers faster. As soon as he’s withered enough to test all the patience I have, I climb on top, lift his legs up, and dive in imprinting my name on the imminent orgasm. Roughly I piston into him while his hands are clutching at the sheets for dear life. His legs are hooked around my hips keeping me in place for each blow that’s tearing him apart. With every moan that comes out of
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