Page 76 of Save the Game
“I—can we just do missionary? I don’t want to be on my stomach or on all fours.” My heart beats a little quicker at the thought, and my stomach lurches. Luke’s expression tightens for a moment like he knows, before he relaxes once more, nodding. “And you can touch me anywhere, that hasn’t changed.”
“All right,” he agrees.
“I don’t want to do anything from—from behind,” I say, my voice coming out strained. Now that I’m really thinking about it, I feel a little sick. Apparently, he was right to push me for an answer on this. “I don’t mean like what you were doing just now—that’s fine—but I don’t want… I just need to be able to see your face, that’s all.”
“All right,” he repeats.
“I think that’s it,” I finish weakly. As usual, I’ve completely ruined the fucking mood.
“Missionary, it is. That’s my favorite, anyway,” he says, grinning as though I’ve done him a favor. His right hand lands on my hip, taped fingers scratching lightly across my skin.
“So, anyway, you ready to bang?” I joke, and am rewarded with a laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to put a damper on the proceedings.”
“I’m the one who asked,” he reminds me, dipping his thumbs down below my waistband. “Off?”
“Off.” I nod, and wait for him to slip my pants down my legs before stepping out and kicking them to the side. Pulling his towel off, we let it fall to the floor at our feet. He gives me a gentle push back and I slide backward onto the bed, lying flat and linking my fingers together on my stomach. Luke whistles softly as he pulls out a bottle of lube and condoms from the bedside table. By the time he climbs onto the bed and stretches out beside me, I’m halfway worked up into a nervous state.
Lying on his side, head propped on his hand, he looks at me while running his fingers gently over my arm. It’s a small miracle that I feel comfortable enough to even lay here with him, completely naked; the thought bolsters me. Reaching up, I tug his face down and his lips press against mine. He sighs, and another wave of bravery washes over me. I can do this.
Sliding my arm underneath him, I apply enough pressure to indicate the direction I want him to go. Slowly, without breaking his mouth away from mine, he climbs over me. He’s hovering above me in an elevated plank, nothing touching me except his lips.
“Come down here.” I run my hands up and down his sides, waiting for him to lower.
“Okay?” He breathes, after letting me take some of his bodyweight.
“I’m fine.”
I know he can feel the way my heart is pounding, like it’s trying to broadcast the lie in my words. This isn’t all that different than what we’ve already been doing together, though, other than the position reversal. You’re fine—Luke will take care of you. You can say stop anytime.
Luke’s mouth finds its way down my neck, sucking on the delicate skin there before continuing its southern journey. Tipping my head back, I just enjoy the sensation of being worshipped. He takes his time, crawling backward down the bed as he follows the line of my body. The only part of him I can reach any more is his hair—I thread my fingers into the soft strands and brush through.
Hands planted on either side of my hips, he takes my dick into his mouth and sucks so forcefully, my hips come off the bed. Gasping, I tighten my grip on his hair, only to loosen it once more, afraid of hurting him. Bobbing his head, he takes me deep into his throat and swallows around me until he gags. A low, broken moan builds in my chest. Luke smiles around my length, eyes flicking up to mine as he pulls back just long enough to take a breath before deep-throating me once more. I let this go on for as long as I can—enjoying myself too much to ask him to stop. I’m teetering right on the edge of coming when I tug on his hair.
“You have to stop or I’m going to come,” I tell him, already sounding wrecked. He pulls off, but doesn’t move back up toward my head like I’d expected. With swollen lips, he kisses across the seam of my hip and up the inside of one thigh. I don’t even remember bending that knee up. Glancing up at me through watery eyes, he nips lightly at the tender skin.
“I’m going to take my time with the prep,” he says, voice muffled where he’s now bending low again, lips grazing the underside of my dick. “Do you mind if I use my mouth, as well?”
It takes an embarrassingly long time for me to realize he asked me a question. I’m so focused on the proximity of his face to my crotch, and his breath warm on my balls that it takes until he looks at me, questioningly, for me to figure it out.
“Sorry—what?”
“When I’m doing the prep,” he repeats, smirking, “is it okay if I use my mouth, as well?”
“Oh. Oh.” I flush, and not from embarrassment, for once. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Are you okay?”
Again, it takes me a second to work through the question. He traces his nose across my taint and waits patiently for me to gather the few wits I have left.
“I’m okay,” I answer, finally. “How are you?”
I bite my lip so hard I nearly draw blood, when he chuckles and it vibrates across my balls. I’m no longer touching his hair, but have both hands twisted up in the blankets beneath me. Somehow, both my knees are now raised, and Luke is settling himself down on his stomach, palms pushing gently on the backs of my thighs. Obediently, I draw my legs back and watch his dark head as he ducks down and licks across my hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, as he does it again, pressing harder this time.
I’m having trouble keeping track of all my limbs, and almost kick Luke in the shoulder when he does something with his tongue that has electricity shooting down into my toes. He laughs again, running the tip of his tongue around my hole before licking across it with the flat.
“Oh, fucking hell,” I mumble, helplessly rocking my hips as he pushes his tongue inside me, swirling it around before pulling it back out again. He repeats the motion again, and again. “Jesus, that feels good. So fucking good.”