Bonus Scene #1 : Let Me Have You Slow Tonight Part 1 | Everything Meant Nothing (Patreon)

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I’m honestly surprised that nine parts of Everything Meant Nothing have been released without a single erotic scene and yet you’re all loving the romance, the college drama, and everything in between. So here’s a fun bonus scene for you. Remember in Part 2 when Troy mentioned losing his virginity to Luke on his birthday? This scene dives into that moment, but with all the steamy details. It’s about time this story brought some heat.

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.Bonus Scene : Let Me Have You Slow Tonight Part 2 | Everything Meant Nothing