Free Briefcase Booty by SA Welsh Page A

potential deadline coming up, I’d show you just how many we can get through before we pass out from exhaustion.”
    “Okay,” Peter said huskily at the thought of spending all day here in bed with Luka, learning everything about the other man’s body and what made him gasp in pleasure.
    But then the part about the deadline sank in, and he lost some of the fever. He really didn’t want to think about his son when he had a hard-on that was starting to cause serious deterioration in his mental faculties. It got even worse when Luka met his gaze and Peter swore his body forgot to breathe for a second.
    “What are you doing?”
    Peter had expected Luka to come back to him, to climb over him and…well, ravish him, if he was completely honest. Possibly the last thing he expected was for Luka to sit on the bed facing him with his knees bent out to the side, and start to stroke his own cock.
    Voyeurism had never been something he’d understood, but right now it was pretty damn awesome. He couldn’t do anything but watch as Luka continued to stroke the nine inches of hard flesh with his left hand, and with the right somehow open the tube and coat his fingers. Peter only realized he’d moved when Luka pinned him with a heated stare, and he froze, gulping and dragging in a stuttered breath.
    “This is something else you need to know. Topping and taking the lead isn’t all about who fucks who.” Luka’s left hand kept moving and stroking, but it was the right hand that really owned his attention. The way Luka sat, Peter could see everything. Everything. And Luka seemed to know exactly how to use it to his advantage, too.
    Peter wasn’t stupid enough to think the position they were in wasn’t manufactured by Luka, to put him at ease.
    He might have actually made a sound of need when he watched Luka circle the little pink hole and sink a lubed finger inside. But he still didn’t move.
    “You need to stretch your partner with your fingers, starting with one and plenty of lube. Then carefully pumping them in, add another one…” Luka did just that, gasping in a way that had Peter clawing at his thighs to stop himself from coming. Luka continued, “…and keep stretching and adding, until they’re stretched enough to take you deep inside them. We’re both bigger than average in the dick department, so four fingers is what we’ll need—unless you get me revved up enough to enjoy the burn, while you take me hard and fast against the wall.”
    Peter was hanging off every word Luka said. Now his throat was so dry he couldn’t make any other sound than a strangled croak at the mental image of the scene Luka described. He was so into it he didn’t register Luka moving, until Peter found himself with a lapful of pirate.
    “But that can wait until we have more time to explore each other. Right now I can’t wait any longer to be with you, so if this is going too fast I need you to tell me, so I can go take that shower, extra cold,” Luka breathed against his lips.
    “I definitely don’t want to stop,” Peter answered, when he could form words.
    “Then you’d better get a move on and suit up,” Luka said, smiling wide when Peter lurched to the side to grab a condom from the pile.
    When he was suited and booted, so to speak, Peter didn’t even have time to catch his breath before Luka kissed him and, straddling his lap, sank down on his hard dick.
    “Holy mother of god! Luka !” He almost screamed his lover's name as he broke the kiss, panting at the intensity of the feelings rushing through him.
    Peter could only hold on for dear life as Luka sat on his dick, taking him deep inside a heat tighter and hotter than anything he’d ever felt before. When they were joined completely, he rested his head on Luka’s chest, kissing the rosy brown nipples as he prayed he’d be able to last long enough to give his lover pleasure.
    “I can hear you thinking, Peter. You’re not supposed to think during good sex,” Luka