Chapter 16
Luca
“What if I wanted you to hold me in your arms last night so badly I lied and told you I didn’t want to be your lover?”
A life spent in dangerous situations has honed my reaction time to seconds.
I’m on my feet in front of Evan almost before he can finish his sentence.
“I’d do this,” I say, and bring him up on his feet and kiss him with every ounce of repressed feelings and frustrated desire I’ve had since I left him that night in Chicago.
Evan whimpers as I take his mouth and claim it, treasuring the softness of his lips and the hot, wet feel of his tongue against mine. When I pull back to let us both draw a breath, he melts against me. “Thank God,” he pants. I didn’t know what I would do if you said you didn’t want me.”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you opened the door to me, and I’m done waiting to have you.” I gently force his head back so he can see how much I mean it. “Are you ok with that?”
“Yes, please.”
I kiss him again, but this time, I pick him up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I order against his lips and make my way to the bed where I drop him.
He just lies there looking up at me, and I can’t help but stare at Evan lying there in my bed.
This time not for sleep or comfort, but to fuck him till his voice is raw from calling my name.
There have been so many things I’ve wanted to do to him. I’ve had so many fantasies where he had the starring role. Our too-brief night in Chicago didn’t even begin to satisfy my wild lust for this man.
“Take off your clothes for me,” I order.
Evan’s eyes spark at my command, and he quickly pulls off his t-shirt, leaving his lean, muscled chest bare.
I want to run my hand across that chest and along his ribcage, play with his extra sensitive nipples until he’s close to coming, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ve craved it for too long.
“Now, your pants.” He unbuttons his wheat-colored chinos and pulls them off, shoving them off the bed impatiently.
The last time I saw Evan’s naked body, it was backlit in shadows.
Tonight, the light fixture above my table and chairs and the gentle, flickering light of the flames in the fireplace provide a rosy glow spotlighting his creamy skin dotted with few stray freckles across his arms and upper body, long legs, and his pretty pink cock just begging me to suck it.
I grab his legs and use them to pull him down to the foot of the bed, then place them on my shoulder before going to my knees to begin my feast.
Too hungry for a snack and wanting the whole meal, I swallow him whole. He cries out, his hips snapping up. I use my strong hands to keep him still, to make him accept all that I’m going to give him as I furiously let my mouth slide up and down on his cock until I can feel his thighs trembling.
Pulling back from his cock, I tongue at his balls and then dip below them to run my tongue over his hole.
Evan’s body jumps, and his head comes up, his eyes wide with shock and pleasure. “You can’t do that.”
I give him my best dirty grin. “Oh, I can, and unless you tell me you don’t like it, I’m going to feast on your ass till you scream.” I watch his face as the dirty scenario plays out in his head. “Did you like it, Evan?”
“No. I mean, yes. Yes, I liked it. I never had anyone do that before. I didn’t know how good it could feel.” His hands fist up how they do when he gets nervous and self-conscious. “But I don’t expect it. You don’t have to.”
“Evan, I know I don’t have to.” I let him see the pure hunger in my eyes.
“I want to.” Laying my arms over his hips to keep him in place, I lean back down and devour him.
As I thoroughly explore him, my cock throbs at the idea that I am the one to give Evan this pleasure for the first time.
That he’s given me the trust to be so vulnerable and at my mercy. It’s a gift.
Above me, Evan’s cries have become guttural as his body begins to jerk with each thrust of my tongue into his core. Not letting up, I wrap one hand around his cock and begin jacking him mercilessly until he screams and hot cum explodes onto his chest and nipples.
His body goes loose, and he sprawls on the bed, his eyes dazed and dreamy as he stares at the ceiling. I could watch him forever like this. It’s only when he begins to stir that I tear my eyes away from the satisfying sight of Evan lying there, wrecked by the pleasure I gave to him.
I want to see it again.
Working my way back up his body until I reach his cum glistened chest, I lick up every drop, especially his nipples, until they turn into hard little nubs and Evan’s cock begins to twitch.
I kiss along his neck until I find Evan’s mouth again.
He eagerly accepts the taste of himself on my lips, and I get lost in the hotness of kissing him.
I can’t get over how obsessed I am with the taste of his lips.
With other lovers, kissing was just mild foreplay, but with Evan, it feels like its own sweet form of edging.
When I can’t take it anymore, I reach under the bed, grab a box full of odds and ends, and pull several condoms and a bottle of lube out. I press Evan back on the bed. “I’m going to get you ready for me.”
My heavily lubed finger slides into Evan easily, my tongue already having relaxed his hole.
Still, I take my time, ignoring Evan’s pleas to hurry.
I want to make sure that when I finally enter him, he feels no pain.
When I add the second finger, I begin massaging his prostrate and watch, wanting to savor his reaction.
“Fuuuck,” Evan cries out, his body locking up as he rides an intense wave of pleasure. Just when he’s coming down, I insert a third finger and begin thrusting in and out, matching the pace I’ll soon repeat with my cock. Sweat beads on his skin, and his breath quickens as he rides my fingers.
“Not enough,” he gasps. “I need more.” He opens his eyes, which had been clenched in pleasure. “I need you, Luca.”
I had planned on drawing this out all night, but in his desperation, Evan stumbled on the magic words to bend me to his will. I need you, Luca.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Pulling out my fingers, I reach for a condom, quickly put it on, generously lube my cock, and guide it so my tip nudges Evan’s hole. Then I hesitate.
I’ve been living on a cliff’s edge my whole life, ready to fall and be lost to the darkness, but right now, I’m on the edge of something good. Something beautiful, and it’s scarier than the darkness. I look at Evan, who is staring up at me, waiting for me, and I let myself fall.
I lean down to kiss him, then drive slowly into him. The feel of him clenching around me sends lightning-like bolts of pleasure through my body, making me put my willpower to the test to not come immediately inside of him.
Sex has never been this good before, and this is only the beginning.
I lean forward so we are chest to chest and my arms cage either side of his head, and bend down to kiss him. Then I start to move.
“Oh fuck,” Evan cries out, his nails digging into my back as I piston into him chasing my pleasure while targeting Evan with long fast strokes until we’re both breathless and covered in sweat.
I can’t get enough of him, I keep kissing him and my hands can’t resist roaming over Evan’s body, the touch of his skin, electric while I’m buried deep within him. He begins rocking impatiently beneath me. “Please,” he begs. I need to come. “Please let me come.”
I want to make this last hours. I want to edge us both and take us past our limits, but I’ve wanted Evan for too damned long, and he feels too fucking good embedded on my cock I give in.
I make a gap between our skin and grab Evan’s cock and start jacking it in the same rhythm of my thrusts. He lets out a low, vibrating moan that fills the room, and then I feel his muscles seize around me as he comes and shoots all over my hand.
The clench of his tight muscles sends me over the edge White hot pleasure rips through me as I buck wildly into Evan and come. My only lucid thought as I’m in the grip of bliss is the wish I leave unspoken, that there hadn’t been a condom between us.