Page 269 of Rogue Riders Duet

Luc nips my bottom lip again. “Fuck, you just got me so damn hard.”

I brush my thumb over the edge of his cheekbone, just to assure myself that he’s real, finding his skin hot and flushed beneath my fingers.

“Ever had a blow job from a guy?” I ask.

His whole body stiffens. “No.”

I use my hand to nudge his face, making him look me in the eyes. “Can I be the first?”

There’s half a second of silence before something snaps inside him. He shoves the rest of the dishes into the rack, yanks the towel off his shoulder, grabs my hand, and drags me down the hallway. It’s almost comical how fast he moves. His grip is tight, and my pulse is roaring when we reach his room. I glance toward the rat cage, and he catches it.

“Toulouse’s with Piper,” Luc says quickly, shutting the door behind us.

Before I even register the words, he steps up to the windows and tugs the curtains closed.

I lean against the edge of his desk and cross my arms with a grin. “Why the curtains?”

“The window faces the garden, and I don’t want the parents catching us doing stuff.”

I push off the desk and close the distance between us, curling a hand around the back of his neck. His skin is hot, practically tingling under my touch, and his pupils are blown wide.

I pull his forehead down to meet mine, whispering, “Doing stuff, huh?”

He swallows and nods.

“So, what stuff do you want me to do to you, Luc? Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

Not just because it’s hot, even though it is, but because I need to hear his loud, clear consent before we do what we’re about to do.

He seems to know, to understand my request, because when my hand moves, gliding down from his neck to his chest, then his abs, hard and lean and stupidly perfect, he says, “I want you to suck my cock. Please.”

I cup him over his sweats, and he hisses at the contact.

“Such good manners.” I squeeze him a little harder, and he whimpers.

I groan because what a sound.

“Jesus, Luc. You’re like sex on a stick.”

He chuckles, breathless, as he tips his head back in pleasure. “As long as you’re the stick.”

I was scared that what I said might ruin everything. That he’d pull back when he found out I’m a top and walk away thinking we wanted different things. But he didn’t walk, and apparently, he’s willing to try.

I kiss him again slowly, and his heart thunders under my palm that’s resting on his chest, but I keep the pace of my lips calm, even as my own heartbeat feels like it’s trying to crack open my ribs.

“Pull these down. Please,” I request, tugging at his sweats, and his hands leave me, hooking into his waistband. He pushes them down, and when they hit the floor, I risk a glance.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I breathe out.

He’s huge, hard, and bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with, and aesthetically pleasing.

Seriously, how is everything about this guy so damn hot?

I reach for the hem of his shirt and look up into his eyes. “That too?”

He nods, pulls the shirt over his head, and my brain just completely short-circuits at the sheer beauty that is Luc Delacroix.

A needy sound escapes him as I ogle him, and he reaches down like he can’t help it, fingers brushing over his cock.