Luke didn’t call it a date. But when I showed up to his place that night; the night of my birthday...he opened the door in sweats and that gray hoodie I liked, sleeves pushed up, hair still damp from the shower.
“Happy birthday,” he said. And that was it. No card. No gift. Just the soft smile that made my knees weak and the quiet way he stepped aside so I could come in.
After a fun movie night...some cake, popcorn, and more than a few sloppy kisses; he finally stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up. I thought maybe we were going to the kitchen, maybe for more snacks, but then he kissed me again. Frantic. Breathless. His hands slipped under my shirt, fingers pressing into my waist like he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He led me down the hallway without saying a word, still kissing me between steps. One hand tangled in my hair, the other guiding me forward. By the time we reached his bedroom door, I could barely breathe.
He turned the knob, backed me in, and shut the door behind us.
The room was quiet. Warm. His bed was made, sheets smooth, blanket folded down like he’d thought this through. But before I could really take it in, he kissed me again...this time slower, deeper. His hands settled on my hips and pulled me flush against him.
“Can I fuck you?” he whispered, forehead resting against mine.
“Yes, please,” I said, my voice barely a breath.
Then I felt his smile. Then I felt his smile. He took off his shirt, then mine. Fingers tugged at fabric, slow and steady, no rush in the way we took off each other's clothes. Our pants came off next, one at a time, quiet zippers and soft denim sliding down legs. And then we were standing there in our underwear, barely a breath between us.
The sight of Luke in just his underwear, soft trail of hair leading down his stomach, the faint shape of his cock pressing against the cotton, made my whole body flush.
“You sure?” he asked, voice quiet now, almost nervous.
“I’m sure,” I said, my voice barely louder than a breath.
He looked relieved. A little shy. That made me want him even more.
I reached for the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down slowly, eyes never leaving his. His cock slipped free as I eased his underwear down. It was already hard...thick, veiny, about six inches, flushed deep along the shaft with a smooth, pink head that gleamed under the low light. He was cut, the skin taut with arousal, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
Luke laid back slowly on the bed, arms behind his head, watching me with parted lips and dark, unreadable eyes. I could tell he was holding his breath. Waiting to see what I’d do.
I got between his legs, palms resting against the mattress on either side of his hips. I leaned in slowly, letting my tongue flick out, catching that first salty drop of precum. He twitched. I looked up.
His mouth dropped open when I licked his cock again. I went slower this time, letting my tongue trace the ridge just beneath the head, tasting him properly. My hands slid up to his thighs, holding him still as I brought my mouth down over the tip, blowing him gently.
Luke let out a low groan, hand finding my hair but not pushing, just holding. His cock pulsed against my tongue, thick and hot, and I took more of him inch by inch, letting my lips stretch around him.
I hollowed my cheeks, going slow, unsure of the rhythm but wanting so badly to get it right. His cock was warm against my tongue, the skin smooth and pulsing with every soft moan he let slip. I pulled back to breathe, a thin line of spit connecting my lips to the tip of his cock. I looked up, eyes wide, unsure if I was doing it right.
Luke’s gaze locked on mine, wild and hungry now. He sat up, reached for my face with both hands, and kissed me; messy, deep, tongue pushing past my lips like he needed to taste what I’d just tasted. I melted into it.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth, breath hot. “Your mouth... your fucking mouth.”
Then he looked down at his cock, glistening and still hard between us. “Spit on it, baby.”
I swallowed, nodded, and leaned down again. This time I let myself go a little. I opened wide and let my spit drip onto his shaft, then smeared it with my tongue, slow and eager. He hissed, head tipping back.
“Yeah… suck it,” he said, voice ragged. “Just like that. Fuck…”
I wrapped my lips around him again and went deeper, one hand holding the base, the other clutching his thigh for balance. My jaw ached already, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to remember this. To remember me.
Luke rocked his hips up slightly, feeding himself deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little, but didn’t pull back. His hand brushed my hair, not to force, just to feel. To guide. His thighs were tense beneath me, abs flexing every time I bobbed my head.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” he breathed. “So good.”
I pulled off for a second, lips swollen, breathing hard. I stroked him slowly with my hand, tongue flicking at the head, licking up more precum.
“You like this?” I whispered.
His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown. He nodded. “So fucking much. Feels like it's my birthday.”
Then he pulled me back up again, kissed me hard, licking into my mouth like he wanted to taste himself on my tongue. Our bodies pressed together, his cock trapped between us, wet and throbbing.
Luke's lips dipped lower, his mouth grazing the curve of my jaw, then my neck. He kissed the spot just beneath my ear, slow and open-mouthed, like he was trying to memorize the way I tasted.
I gasped quietly when he nipped at my collarbone.
Then his lips moved downward. Across my chest. My breath hitched when he paused to kiss one of my nipples, then the other, slow and deliberate. His tongue flicked softly, sending little shocks through me. I arched into him without thinking, hands twisting in the sheets.
He looked up, eyes soft but dark with want.
“You’re sensitive here,” he said quietly, lips brushing over the center of my chest again.
I nodded, barely able to speak.
He kissed lower; across my stomach, down my side until his hands coaxed me to roll over, face down, body buzzing.
I heard the shift of sheets as he climbed above me. His mouth trailed down my spine. Light kisses at first. Then firmer ones. A slow drag of his tongue. The warmth of his breath against my lower back.
Then lower.
I held my breath, my cheek pressed to the pillow.
Luke’s lips grazed the curve of my ass. He spread my cheeks gently, reverently, like he was opening a gift. His mouth pressed there, soft and slow, kissing the tender skin on my butt cheeks like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I let out a shaky breath.
He kissed me again, this time right at the center, and I moaned into the pillow.
He didn't speak. Didn't tease. Just stayed there, taking his time, like he wasn’t in any rush at all.
Like he’d wanted to do this for longer than I knew.
Luke's thumbs spread my hole open. I shivered. Nothing had ever felt so exposing; so fucking intimate but his hands were steady, warm, like he was grounding me, guiding me.
Then I felt his tongue.
A slow, soft flick right against my hole. I gasped into the pillow, my hips jolting forward, but he caught me...palms firm against my ass, holding me still.
“Fuck,” I breathed, eyes fluttering shut. “Luke…”
He moaned in response, low and muffled, as he licked again. Deeper this time. Longer. His tongue circled slow and purposeful, teasing me open. My thighs trembled, knees pressing into the mattress for leverage as my body tried to keep up with what I was feeling.
He kept going; soft licks, wet kisses, his tongue pushing into my ass, slow but steady. I whimpered into the pillow, gripping the sheets, already starting to lose control. My cock throbbed against the mattress, leaking onto the sheets, untouched.
Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice wrecked. “You taste so fucking good.”
His mouth left my skin just long enough for him to shift beside me. I felt his hand glide down my back, then over my ass, gentle and warm. He kissed the back of my shoulder. Then my neck. His voice was quiet.
“Stay like this for me?”
I nodded, still facedown, heart hammering against the mattress.
I felt the mattress shift as he moved. Heard the soft tear of a packet, the wet sound of lube, and then; warm fingers, slowly easing between my cheeks. He spread me gently, reverently. Then one lubed finger, tentative, traced over my hole. I twitched.
“Relax,” Luke whispered. “Just breathe.”
I tried. The pressure came again, this time more insistent. A single finger slipped in, slow and careful. My whole body clenched and then loosened as I exhaled shakily.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Just feels intense.”
He kissed the back of my neck, then moved the finger in a little deeper. Twisted. My breath caught. “Is this okay?”
I nodded. “Keep going.”
He kept working me open, finger pumping gently, then two. I winced a little but didn’t stop him. He kissed my back. My hips. Told me how good I was doing. How beautiful I looked like this.
“I wanna be inside you,” he said after a minute, voice thick with want.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Yeah. Please.”
The bed dipped again. I looked back just enough to see him roll the condom on. His eyes were dark. Focused. A strand of hair had fallen over his forehead. He lined himself up, guiding the head of his cock towards my hole, and paused. “I’ll go slow,” he said. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded and buried my face in the pillow. Then I felt him press in. The stretch was sharp at first; my whole body tensed but then he paused, his hands on my hips, and his voice came again. “Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”
I did. And he pushed in a little more. Then a little more.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
“Does it hurt?”
“Uhm… yeah,” I said honestly, “but keep going.”
He leaned over me, kissed my shoulder. “You’re doing so good. Just let me in. I’ve got you.” He moved slowly, with a patience I didn’t know he had. Inch by inch, he filled me, letting my body adjust, letting me cling to the pillow and ride it out.
And then; he was all the way in. His entire cock buried deep inside me.
I gasped into the pillow. The pressure was too much...almost. But also not enough. It hurt, yeah. But not in a way I wanted to stop. In a way that made me feel everything. Like he was in me in a way no one ever had been.
The stretch. The fullness. The weight of him. Every part of me clenched around it. It felt like being opened. Like letting someone in too deep. Luke exhaled a shaky breath against my shoulder. “There you go,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “I’m all in.”
And then he started to move.
Slow. Careful. His hips rocked into me with shallow strokes at first, the thick drag of his cock making me whimper with every pull and push.
In and out.
In and out.
The bed creaked quietly beneath us. Our skin sticky, hot, sliding against each other in the dark.
I moaned harder. “Ahh… fuck… Luke--”
He grunted softly, voice low and hungry. “You sound so fucking hot.”
His thrusts picked up, deeper now. Still slow, but more confident. Like he couldn’t help it anymore. Like he needed it as much as I did. I could hear the wet sounds of it; raw and intimate, his cock moving in and out of me. My breath catching with each thrust.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “So tight, baby. So good.”
His hand gripped my waist. The other slid up my back, down to my ass, then grabbed a handful, spreading me wider.
“Luke,” I moaned again, louder this time.
He cursed under his breath. “You feel that? My cock inside you?”
I couldn’t speak. Just nodded, face flushed, fingers twisted in the sheets.
And then he started thrusting harder.
Not fast. But deeper. More intense. The bed started to rock.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
His balls slapped against me with every stroke now. My whole body jolting forward from the impact. I was being fucked. Properly. Tenderly. And still, so fucking deep.
“You’re taking it so well,” he moaned. “So fucking well.”
I turned my head, breathless, and whispered, “Come cuddle me.”
He stilled for a second. Then pulled out slowly, gently, making me shiver at the loss of him. I rolled onto my side, facing away, and without a word, he climbed in behind me; his warm chest pressing against my back, arm wrapping around my waist.
I could feel him still hard against my lower back. Heavy. Hot.
He kissed the back of my neck, then my shoulder, then slid his hand lower, guiding himself back in. One slow push. One deep sigh. We both moaned as he filled me again, spooning me now, holding me like he never wanted to let go.
No rush. Just slow, deep strokes. His lips brushing against my skin. His breath tickling my ear. One hand under my chest, the other gripping my hip as he rocked into me from behind.
Each thrust felt different like this.
Softer. Warmer. Closer.
I could feel everything; the heat of his body, the thickness of his cock stretching me again, the weight of his arm pulling me tighter with every slow roll of his hips.
The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of our bodies, and his soft groans as he fucked me gently from behind. Like he wanted it to last forever.
“Fuck… you feel so good like this,” he breathed against my ear.
And then I felt it; his rhythm changing. Slower, deeper. His grip tightening.
He held me with both hands now, arms wrapped around me, thrusts more intense.
I felt the thickness of him, the way his cock throbbed inside me.
Then a shudder ran through him.
A grunt. A soft gasp.
And he came. Deep. Warm. Filling me.
His body locked around mine, breath catching against my skin.
And for a long moment, we just stayed like that..pressed together, wet and still, his cock buried deep as his breathing slowed.
Then he leaned in, lips brushing my ear, and whispered, “Happy fucking birthday, baby.”
I smiled. Couldn’t help it. His arms were still around me, his body warm against mine, his cock still deep inside like he didn’t want to leave. I let my eyes close, the thrum of everything still echoing through me; his breath, his weight, the way he held me like I was something he’d waited for.
I didn’t know what love felt like. But maybe this was a start.
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