Chapter 39
Noah
Oh, wow. I’m not sure if I want to leave the house with Luca like this. We’ve worked a lot on my self-perception in therapy, but at the end of the day, I still have eyes.
And right now, those eyes are fixed on a Luca who’s on a whole new level of sexy.
Damn, I’ve never seen him like this before, and if there were even the slightest chance I could find him any hotter, this would be it.
He’s wearing black dress pants and a black shirt, paired with red sneakers I’ve never seen on him before.
His curls are tamed into elegant waves without looking stiff. “Are you taking me out like this?”
“Actually… I don’t think so.” Confused, Luca furrows his eyebrows, and I’ll be honest, I love how completely absurd it is to him that I feel ugly next to him. To Luca, I’m beautiful. To him, it doesn’t matter what others think of us. We love each other, that’s all that counts.
“What did you do to your hair? Where are the curls?” I never in a million years would’ve believed it possible to tame this mop into a hairstyle.
“Mathéo helped me. He has hair just like mine, and when he used to work for his father, he always had to keep it neat. Too much?”
I love Luca’s wild, curly mane and am glad he usually wears it just as untamed as he is, no matter what others might or might not consider appropriate, but this is not bad.
My pants are dark blue. Paired with the white shirt, it’s chic, but also standard. Luca will never be standard, even if he can’t see it that way himself.
“No, Chéri, you look perfect.” A shy grin plays across Luca’s lips. I don’t need to understand why this extraordinary man loves me, I’m just incredibly grateful that he does.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He steps very close to me and plays with my collar.
“Ah, just not so bad?”
“I’d like you better naked in our bed.”
Laughing, I press a kiss to his lips and push him away. “You know how long it takes me to get dressed, so I’m definitely not taking my clothes off again. When we get back, I’ll be all yours.”
The restaurant Luca picked is really cool, and the food is fantastic. Every single course is a new taste experience, and after two and a half hours of nonstop eating, we’re both more than happy.
“Do you want to head up to the bar, or would you rather go home? For a second round of dessert?” Intimacy has also found its way back into our relationship.
It took a while before I could accept his touch without questioning myself and my body, before my body burst into flames again under his fingertips instead of turning into an anthill.
Now my cock twitches just at the thought of his hands on my skin.
“If I get to choose, I’ll take the second dessert.”
Luca is on top of me the second his room door lock clicked. Hungry hands stroke my chest, and nimble fingers make short work of my shirt buttons.
“I… Is there maybe a possibility… Fuck, I’d love to feel you again.”
I know what he wants, and I want it too, but there’s a reason why I’ve firmly turned him down so far.
“Can we talk seriously for a second? It’s not that simple.” Luca looks at me with concern. “I want this too, that’s not the problem, but I can’t get myself clean on my own yet. I can’t stand on my right leg, and I can’t bend it enough to stand on my left.”
That’s just the short version of the story. I’ve tried every possible position, nothing has worked.
Luca looks at me thoughtfully. “And… This is just an idea, okay, but what if I help you?”
My first impulse is a categorical no, then I realize how much care Luca has taken on, especially in the beginning. “I’ll help you with the anal douche, then I’ll leave the bathroom.”
That’s definitely not my dream scenario, but it doesn’t sound completely humiliating either. It’s worth a try. It’s late, no one else should be walking around the house, this could work. Luca takes the small bag off the shelf, and I reach for my crutch. I still need one.
“Do you want to leave the brace on or take it off?”
“Leave it on for now.” Besides my brace, I’m standing stark naked in front of Luca, who’s still fully clothed. This imbalance is doing something to me. I’m rock hard, and I want him to touch me, I want to feel him—on my skin, inside me, it doesn’t matter. Now.
“Do you need lube for the tip?” He holds the filled anal douche in his hand, looking at me questioningly, and I shake my head. “Okay, can you spread your legs a little and brace yourself on the sink with your forearms? That should work.”
I can’t get my legs wide enough and I’m about to give up, but Luca covers my back with a thousand little kisses and leaves no doubt that we can pull this off. With a wet finger, he slides into my crack, massages my hole, and fuck, how I’ve missed this. I moan softly and Luca chuckles briefly.
“Relax, I don’t want to hurt you.” Then I feel the cold plastic pass through my muscle, and that alone is already too good. I can hardly wait to finally feel Luca inside me again after so many months. Everything feels new, water fills my rectum, and I tense up to hold it inside me. So full.
How does Luca manage to make even this procedure so sexy? After three rounds, I’m clean. I’m just about to hop in the shower when Luca knocks. “Come in.”
“I heard the water and thought maybe we could…?” A grin spreads involuntarily across my face. I love Luca’s wet body on mine. Before I’ve even answered, Luca is naked and so hard, even my biggest dildo is a joke compared to his cock. We’ve got to do some serious prep work today.
But Luca has no other plans. He sits down on the bench and pulls me sideways onto his lap with my ass exposed. Without hesitation, he grabs some lube and slides a finger into my hole.
“Ah!” I scream out loud, not from pain, but from surprise and because it feels so damn good. This position seems new to Luca, too, because he actually has to search a bit before he finds that spot inside me that makes me forget the world around me.
I can’t understand how he’d willingly give up this feeling. With every additional finger, my urge to come grows stronger. “I’m ready, we should go into our room. Oh, fuck! I’m about to come.”
“We’re staying here. Get up.” I slide off his lap and, at the same moment, mourn the loss of the three fingers inside me.
Luca turns me so my back is to him, and I understand.
Slowly, I try to lower myself as Luca moves toward me.
His cock presses against my entrance, and very carefully, he enters me.
We both moan, both having missed this feeling so much, the one we’d only experienced together once before. I’ve missed him, my Luca.
My knees are shaking, my legs give way, and without a shred of caution, I fall backward and his cock plunges deep inside me in one swift motion.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Are you okay? Don’t move.” Luca moans, and I feel his fingers tightly gripping the base of his cock. My hole contracts, and Luca moans again. “Don’t move, not even your hole. Give me… oh!… just a… Fuck!… minute.”
I won’t let him have it. It’s too much fun playing with him.
“Okay, mon Papillon, you asked for it.” He grabs my hips with both hands, then thrusts into me, and god, I see stars. His cock brushes against my prostate, and I’m over and out in that moment.
Luca takes me hard, completely different from our first time.
He loses himself in my body, and fuck, I love it.
My body belongs to him, I belong to him, and he wants me so badly I can feel it with every thrust. My cock is begging for attention, but I don’t want to give it to him.
My orgasm builds with every stroke across my prostate, step by step I’m approaching the edge, slowly but surely.
Luca feels the same way, I can feel the tension rise in his body.
And then it’s there, the cliff, and I jump. Without thinking and without hesitation, I let myself fall into this indescribable feeling of pure bliss. I feel Luca inside me, swelling, twitching, feel his cum, warm and soft, and I never want to go back to reality.