A Mate for Lu - Amy Bellows Page 0,23

“I want to show you something, okay?”

Maybe we’re not out of the woods yet. Whatever it is, I need to be open-minded. There’s no way to know that I won’t like it until I try it.

“Okay.”

He walks over to a quaint desk where there are four candles lined up and a box of matches. He pulls out a single match and strikes against the side of the box and lights each candle. The scent of vanilla and the tiniest hint of smoke fills the room.

I begin to wonder if he’s trying to initiate some sort of wax play, but then he turns off the light and sits on the edge of the bed.

Instead of reaching for some sex toy or performing a kinky sex act, he simply pulls his sweater over his head. Under the dim candlelight, the curves and lines of his torso look almost ethereal. Far too many times I’ve stared at Lu with longing—drank in every inch of him like a man starved. But now I can let my gaze roam over his slender, naked chest, and I’m allowed to appreciate the smooth lines of his collar bones, the ripple of his ribs, and the white hair that trails from his navel to the waist of his jeans.

He unbuttons his jeans next. Something light blue peeks out from underneath the denim. Something… lacy. He lowers his zipper. There’s no mistaking it now. Lu is wearing lace underwear.

My mouth goes dry.

He searches my face for a reaction. Then he steels his shoulders and reaches for my hand, placing it on his hip, close enough for me to feel the texture of the lace underneath my fingers.

And here I was, worrying that his kinks would be uncomfortable or even scary. But this… well, this makes me wonder if I have some kinks too.

Lu must sense my hesitation, because he folds his arms across his belly, suddenly shy. “I can change. I don’t normally wear stuff like this. I’m sorry, I don’t know what got into me—”

I sit next to him on the bed and slide my fingers into the back of his jeans, cupping his ass over the lace. The texture of it over his soft skin makes me so hard, there’s no denying that I like lace. “Oh, Lu.” I squeeze his asscheek, and he lets out a breathy sigh.

He leans forward, and with a few awkward kicks, his pants are gone. His cock pushes against the blue lace—as hard as mine.

My hand is still on his ass. I run my fingers down his leg, then back up the front of his thighs. I hesitate before touching his cock. “Can I?”

He nods.

I caress his length outside the lace. He lets out another sigh and pure lust surges through me.

“You… like them?” Lu asks with a shaky voice. He sounds as aroused as I am.

“Yes.”

He gives me an impish little smile and pushes my chest down until I’m lying on the bed with my feet hanging off the side. I expect him to lie down beside me, but he climbs on top of me instead, his ass resting on my very hard cock. He rolls his hips, grinding his cock into mine. The smell of his slick spikes and his eyelids droop, his lips parting.

He lifts off me just long enough to unbutton my pants and yank them down, until there’s nothing but the lace of his underwear between us. He grinds against me again and lets out a whimper. I grab his ass and knead it with my fingers. He shakes his head.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

He shakes it again. “No, I just…” He keeps grinding against me. “Oh, Sam.”

I slip a finger underneath the lace. When I brush his entrance he gasps.

“Could I?”

He nods and leans forward again, resting his hands on my shoulders and gyrating his hips. His face and his chest are flushed pink—his eyes closed.

He’s so beautiful.

I push my finger inside him. He locks eyes with me as I slide it in inch by inch.

“I’m yours,” he whispers.

“Yes. And I’m yours.”

He closes his eyes as his body begins to move. His hips are like liquid, and all I can do is watch as he takes his own pleasure. This moment doesn’t seem rooted in reality. It feels as drenched in surreal beauty as one of Lu’s watercolor paintings.

“More, please more,” Lu says.

I slip in a second finger next to the first—perhaps a little too quickly. But Lu only moans and his