Lukas couldn’t help but clench at the empty feeling. “Shit. That looks so sexy.”
He must have grabbed the lube at some point because Lukas heard the cap, and then John’s cool, slick fingers were pushing into him. He grunted when John spread them out, stretching Lukas even more before he pulled them free.
“One day soon, we’re getting tested so I can come inside you without anything between us. Paint your insides with my cum and leave my mark so deep in you no one will ever be able to erase it.”
Lukas gasped and moaned, unable to even speak he was so turned on. He wanted that, wanted to feel John’s heat inside him, lingering and filling him.
John’s broad chest was suddenly pressed to his back and his mouth right next to Lukas’s ear. “You want that, don’t you, baby? Want me to fill you up so full you feel like you’ll burst, then slip that plug in so none of my cum can slip free from your wrecked hole.”
“John!” His balls tightened, and he shot a hand down to squeeze the base of his shaft, stopping himself from coming. God, why did John’s words turn him on so fucking much.
John’s chuckle was downright evil as he sat up, settling on his knees between Lukas’s legs. He felt the blunt tip of his erection kissing his hole, and he moaned.
“Fucking gagging for it, aren’t you?” John muttered, but before Lukas could do more than moan again, John was plunging inside him, his cock so hot and thick and long it stole Lukas’s breath and sanity.
He screamed into his pillow and came all over the bedspread.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” John slammed his cock into Lukas with each word, chasing his own orgasm as Lukas went limp under him. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning obscenely every time John hit his prostate.
Just when he was beginning to get a little sensitive, John stiffened and came with a choked-off yell of his own. Lukas could just barely feel the heat of his release, and he felt robbed. He couldn’t wait until they could go without condoms.
John fell to the bed beside Lukas, his chest heaving and his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. Lukas let his knees give out, and he collapsed onto the bed, grimacing when he landed on his cooling puddle of cum.
“Ugh, wet spot,” he muttered.
John snickered and reached for him without opening his eyes, tugging Lukas into his arms, their sweaty chests pressed together. Lukas kissed the skin he could reach, then settled into the embrace, his body feeling limp and his ass a little tender.
As he relaxed, he smiled when John ran a hand over his back lightly, trailing down to cup a handful of Lukas’s ass. The man was obsessed, and Lukas loved it.
“Good night, baby,” John murmured, sounding half-asleep already.
Lukas was right there with him; he could feel his body beginning to drift. It was the only excuse he had for what slipped out of his mouth. “Good night, John. Love you.”
He felt John stiffen under him, but Lukas was unable to stop sleep from claiming him.
The last thing he heard before unconsciousness completely took him was whatever had been growing between them crashing to the ground.
Chapter Twelve
A loud knocking woke John the next morning, the sound so sudden and jarring he jolted upright in bed, a hand reaching for Lukas automatically.
He wasn’t there.
His gaze darted around as he rubbed at his face. Where the hell was Lukas? His eyes fell to the spot on the floor where his suitcase had lived since Lukas moved into his cabin and found nothing but bare floor. Heart picking up, he stumbled out of bed and turned around, confused and annoyed.
Where the fuck was Lukas?
Someone knocked on the door again. Then he heard, “John! Open the damn door.”
Sighing, he scrubbed at his hair, tugged on a pair of sweats, and stalked over to the door, throwing it open and scowling at Dave’s smiling face. “What.”
“Did I wake you? Sorry, I wanted to talk to you about Singer before we head out,” Dave said, looking anything but apologetic. He tipped his head toward the cabin and raised his eyebrows. “Can I come in or…?”
John glanced over his shoulder and checked out the bed and table. He didn’t spot anything of Lukas’s, and his chest tightened, but he pulled the door open farther. “I thought we talked about this last night. I’ll handle Singer, and you should butt out.”
Dave chuckled as he