Secret Cravings(30)

Bryan obeyed and Luke felt the shift in Bryan’s body. He pulled out his finger and lined up, sliding the tip of his cock into Bryan’s heat. Bryan clenched down then let up, his body shivering as Luke pushed in farther.

“I never want to forget this moment.” Luke held Bryan still as he slid all the way in, letting his balls press against Bryan’s. He didn’t move, just stayed there, taking in the moment. After a few seconds his body demanded that he act. Luke slid out slowly, wanting to take his time, but he couldn’t hold back and after two slow pumps he lost it, slamming into Bryan, going deep with each thrust.

Bryan clenched around him, his second orgasm striking hard, throwing off Luke’s rhythm and sucking him in, holding him hostage. Luke didn’t hold back and didn’t fight Bryan’s demands. He emptied into the condom, holding Bryan close so he couldn’t move.

After his dick had deflated a bit he pulled out carefully, making sure not to hurt Bryan. They both collapsed on the hard tile, their breathing erratic. Luke reached out and stroked Bryan’s back as he stared deep into his eyes. They had something special, something he hadn’t thought he’d ever experience with another person. Luke prayed that their relationship could withstand the pressure of his job, because losing Bryan would suck.



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Nichole finished up with her last set of dogs and rushed home. She and Amy were eating together again tonight and she hoped that they would do more. It was a strange hope, one filled with trepidation mixed with longing. Part of her hoped Amy would blow her off, tell Nichole to take a hike.

The rejection she’d experienced—first from Charisa and Derek, then from Luke and Bryan—had her wondering if she’d ever find anyone who really liked her. When she’d been younger she hadn’t meant to fall for a girl, but after being with guys she’d known she preferred women. Explaining the desire to someone who wasn’t bi had proved impossible on multiple occasions. Instead, she kept her desires to herself.

When she got home she hopped into the shower and midway through she heard pounding on her front door. After wrapping a towel around her, she hustled off to the door, checking the peephole. It was Amy. Nichole looked down at her towel-wrapped body and shivered. It was showtime—might as well see what Amy thought of her skinny arms and legs and her bony body. She’d lost too much weight since Charisa had dumped her, but she couldn’t change that now.

Nichole popped the locks and opened the door. Amy was all smiles at first, but then her gaze slid down Nichole’s body, taking in the towel, and her smile fell away. Her gaze shot to Nichole’s and electricity sizzled between them.

“I can come over when I’m done, or you could…” Nichole trailed off as Amy stepped close, moving into Nichole’s apartment.

The air grew thick with desire as Amy came within an inch of her. Nichole almost stepped back, but Amy’s gaze held her still. They stared at each other for a long time, Nichole growing cold even with the towel wrapped around her.

“Um, I’m going to finish my shower,” Nichole said.

Amy grabbed her wrist and stopped Nichole from walking away. Need coiled deep in her body, centring at her core, leaving her wet and desperate for Amy’s touch. Neither of them moved then Nichole lifted up on her toes and brushed her lips across Amy’s mouth.

She pulled back a little, but was still close enough to feel a sweet puff of air on her cheeks that left her heady with passion. Nichole shut down her emotions, focusing on the blinding need running though her. She wove her fingers through Amy’s and led her to the bathroom. Amy stared wide-eyed as Nichole untucked the towel from around her body and let the thick terry cloth drop to the floor.

“Beautiful,” Amy whispered.

Nichole reached for Amy and wrapped her in a hug, holding her close and burying her head against Amy’s neck. She nuzzled Amy for a while, relishing the glide of Amy’s hands on her back and ass.

Amy stepped back and began stripping off her clothes, dropping them in a pile at her feet. When she pulled off her shirt and bra, Nichole couldn’t stop herself from reaching forward and gliding her hand over Amy’s pink-tipped creamy mounds. Amy moaned and reached for her skirt, sliding down the zip. She let the material slip over her hips and fall to the floor. Nichole almost hyperventilated at the sight of Amy standing in front of her with only a pink thong covering her pussy.

They came together, their bodies up against each other. Amy pressed her rounded breasts against Nichole’s small tits, then dug her fingers into Nichole’s ass, tilting her hips forward. The lacy thong brushed over Nichole’s mound, setting off a firestorm of desire that left her dripping with her own juices.