8. Joel

8

joel

“Let’s go to my room,” I whispered as I ran my lips along his jawline, enjoying Luke’s shiver. We were both too old and too big to do anything on my small couch—my back and knees would hate me in the morning.

Luke already looked a little dazed as he tilted his head in agreement. I kissed him one more time because I could, then I took his hand as we both stood up and headed to my bedroom.

I kicked the door closed and edged him closer to the bed while kissing him, until his knees hit the mattress. He started to fumble at my waistband and clumsily pulled down my pants. It wasn’t the easiest thing, I guessed, because I couldn’t fucking stop kissing him.

My pants pooled around my knees, and I kicked them off, glad I wasn’t wearing any shoes.

“Yours too.” Luke was still wearing his staple of dark jeans but seemed to have an easier time getting them off.

I reluctantly pulled away to take off my shirt, and once Luke had shoved off his pants, he did the same.

We both stood there in nothing but our underwear, already panting. I took him in, memorizing every inch of his body. Nothing had changed in the few days since I’d last seen it, obviously, but I still scanned him, expecting something major. He was gorgeous, with a healthy smattering of salt-and-pepper hair on his chest and a matching trail the went down past his underwear band. His skin was pale, with clear tan lines where his T-shirt usually was. Luke’s body was fit in the way of someone who’d worked a lifetime of manual labor, not from working out. There was muscle tone there, especially in his arms, chest, and back, but his stomach was soft and not perfectly flat. Which made him all the more tempting. I wasn’t exactly in tip-top shape myself.

Luke stepped into my space and ran his hands down the faded tattoos on my chest, his fingernails scraping the skin and pulling in a painfully pleasant way through the course hairs there.

Gripping his shoulders, I gently pushed him so he was lying on his back on the bed, and I slotted in between his spread legs.

My hands ran down his hips, pulling on the band of his underwear as I went. Luke hissed in a breath as his thickening, semi-hard cock was exposed to the cold air.

I licked my lips as I looked my fill.

I used one of his thighs for balance when I leaned over to my dresser and grabbed the bottle of lube that was still sitting on top. The upside to living alone, I didn’t have to hide everything.

Luke rested up on his elbows, watching my every move with hungry eyes. I pushed down my own underwear and popped the top on the bottle.

Fuck, this man was sexy. I could see he still was on edge, a little nervous, but also more than ready to close that gap between us. I poured some of the lube into my hands and then coated both of us.

Luke still hadn’t moved an inch when I leaned over his body and balanced on my forearms on either side of him. At this angle, our dicks brushed up against each other and our faces were just inches apart.

Luke and I had never indulged in any kind of anal sex or anal play. I was a pure top and Luke was . . . hesitant. I wasn’t sure if we’d ever take that step, which was perfectly fine. I didn’t need anal to be turned on by this man. If we never did anything more than frotting and mutual jerk-offs, I’d still die happy.

He tilted his lips up, like he was begging for a kiss. I happily obliged. “Joel,” he muttered into my mouth.

“I’m right here, amato . I got you.”

I started to move my hips so that our cocks rubbed against each other and leaned into another kiss. Luke reached around and grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding me close.

Our pace increased, the wonderful friction getting both of us fully hard in no time. At some point, I pushed Luke farther up on the bed so I could properly straddle him, but we never stopped moved.

“I can’t get enough of you, Luke. This feels so good.”

With a moan, he snaked his hand in between our bodies, and rough, callused fingers circled both our erections.

“Fuck. Gods. Amato .”

I wasn’t talking in complete sentences anymore. Thinking was impossible. All I could focus on was Luke and the pleasure thrumming through my blood.

His hand felt so good. He seemed to always know the exact pressure he needed to get me ready to explode in seconds.

Luke’s other hand was everywhere: in my hair, squeezing my neck, nails running down my back. It was like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch me so he just touched everywhere, which was fine by me.

“Joel, I’m gonna come.”

Fuck. “Me too, amato . Let go. Come with me.”

A few hard pumps with Luke’s hand combined with the same number of uncoordinated thrusts and I was a goner, my load shooting all over Luke’s stomach. That was what did it for my man, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head with a long throaty moan as he came.

Once I was spent, I collapsed on the bed next to him, my arm draped over his chest. I nearly melted when his hand slotted into mine.

When we caught our breath, I turned to look at him and smiled at the sleepy, sated look on Luke’s face. “Do you want to shower?”

He nodded, his eyes half closed. “Together?”

I kissed his jaw. “Of course together. I didn’t spend a fortune to customize my shower not to share it.”

Luke snorted as he pushed himself up to sitting with a groan. He stretched as he stood, and of course my eyes drifted right to his softening cock nestled in between the neatly trimmed hair. Even soft, he was impressive.

My eyes flicked to his face. Amusement shone in Luke’s eyes, since he knew damn well what I’d been looking at. With a moan of my own, I stood, wincing as my knees cracked. I took his hand as we walked to the en suite bathroom together.

Luke was quiet during the shower, and I was worried he was having doubts. “Are you okay, darling?”

He blinked up at me, startled, like he had completely forgotten where we were. He looked down, in between my legs, before looking back up. “Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry.” He rubbed a wet hand over his face. “I was just thinking.”

I crowded him, causing him to take a few steps back until he was against the tiled wall. The walk-in shower was spacious enough that both of us had plenty of room, and we could even squeeze in a third, especially someone as tiny as Cameron if, you know, that were ever a possibility. Now though, there was no space between us. The water beat down on my back, blocking Luke from most of the stream, but the heated expression and parted lips let me know he didn’t mind so much.

“What were you thinking about?” I whispered huskily as I traced his ear with my lips.

“Um . . . what?”

“I saw where you were looking, amato . What were you thinking about?”

Luke cleared his throat. “Oh, uh. You . . . and, just, you know, if you’ve knotted before?”

I faltered back a step, not expecting that at all. “What?”

Luke laughed at my surprise. “You tested positive for the alpha gene, right?”

“Yes . . .” It didn’t take long after River had become pregnant for scientists to get moving on gene testing for the omega gene, and then shortly after that, alpha. It had started to become standard testing and was offered through most employers and insurance companies. The VA offered free testing, and as a veteran, I’d taken them up on it. It hadn’t mattered much to me at first. At that point in my life, what difference would it make what I was? But after Cameron had tested positive for the omega gene, I’d ended up going. Cam had made it very clear from the second he’d gotten the paper in the mail that he did not want kids and had no intention of getting pregnant. Things were still so new, and no one was completely sure how this new brand of omegas were getting pregnant, but I’d wanted to be extra cautious for Cam’s sake. When the results had come back positive for the alpha gene, from then on, I’d made sure I was always wrapped up whenever we had sex.

Still wasn’t exactly sure where Luke was going with this. Knotting was another new development for a lot of men with the alpha gene. Alphas of old all knotted, obviously, but things were so different now, and we seemed to all be evolving at a rapid pace. Some were knotting—some weren’t. It didn’t seem to have much of an effect on the omega’s ability to get pregnant though. So at this point, it just seemed like a kinky, pleasurable extra. One I hadn’t experienced yet.

“Sorry, I know that was completely random. I’ve just never seen it happen to you, and I was just thinking about it, and I know Cameron is an omega, so . . .”

I kissed him before reaching for the body wash. “No, I’ve never knotted.” I shrugged, unbothered. “If it happens, it happens, I guess.”

Apparently, the conversation wasn’t over. “But you and Cameron, you’ve had sex, right?”

I shouldn’t be laughing at him, but sometimes he was just so adorable. It was amazing how uncomfortable some subjects still made him. “You mean anal sex?” I clarified, even though I knew that was what he meant. “Because you know that’s not the only form of sex, right? What we do is just as much sex as if I stuck my dick inside you or vice versa.”

“Oh, fuck, Joel. Don’t say shit like that when there’s no way I could get hard again any time soon.”

I did laugh this time. “Don’t worry. I won’t be either. I’m just clarifying.”

Luke rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m aware. All three of my kids sat me down for a very uncomfortable conversation about same gender sex after we started seeing each other. That’s something I never want to think about again, please.”

“Okay, darling. To answer your question, yes, Cam and I have had anal sex, and yes, I topped him. No, I didn’t knot.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah. I wonder what it feels like?”

I shrugged as I finally started to wash myself before the water got cold. I had a decent water heater here, but it wouldn’t last forever. “I wouldn’t know. Probably better for whoever is feeling it.”

“You don’t think it would hurt?”

I smirked. “Why, amato ? Do you want to feel my knot buried deep in your ass?”

Luke’s eyes widened comically. “I, ugh, um, no? I mean . . .”

He quieted when I kissed him. “Don’t worry. Even if I did knot, I’d never do that with you if you weren’t comfortable. What we do together is perfect.”

Luke smiled and buried his nose into the crook of my neck. “I’m glad I got my head out of my ass. You’re worth it.”

I squeezed him tight to me. It would never be close enough. “I’m glad too. Not letting you go now.” If I had my way, I’d never let neither him or Cameron go ever again.