TWENTY-ONE
Max
I have to take control of this situation right now. I drop the towel on the floor of the bathroom and strut into the main room, feeling Luca’s eyes on my ass.
“I usually sleep naked,” I say.
Luca leans against the doorjamb. “Me, too.”
“Can I ask you something?” I say, nerves pooling in my stomach.
“Anything.”
I scrub a hand down my face. “Do you...kiss guys?”
“The ones I fuck at my club?” He slowly prowls toward the bed. “No.”
“Ever like anyone enough to kiss?”
“No.” His curt reply stings.
I liked Jake. He wouldn’t kiss me either.
“I’ve never kissed a guy.” My gut tightens. “Willingly.”
Luca cocks his head, fury igniting in his eyes. “What do you mean?”
I shake my head. I can’t bear to tell Luca how Uncle Harris stuck his tongue down my throat while raping me. “A story for another time.”
“We’re going to be two naked guys who, in one fashion or another, like men, in bed. All night.” He fists his pants from the bathroom floor and neatly folds them on top of his luggage that sits on one of those racks.
“Sounds that way,” I say, low and throaty.
We stare, the tension as thick as my cock. Blowing him or letting him blow me will push this too far too soon. Mouths on dicks is a big step.
“Max...” he calls out as he closes in on me.
My heart spikes and I grab my cock because it will spear his stomach if he gets close to me. “What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
My knees literally weaken. “Um. Okay.”
His eyes stray to my hands around my cock, it’s so thick and hard right now.
“You take care of your cock. I’ll take care of your mouth.” He pushes one hand into my hair, gripping the ends.
A fucking shudder runs through me. Right there, I know he’s a top. This can’t work. I can’t do it that way.
“We can take care of ourselves and watch.” His mouth crashes into my lips, and I forget everything .
The world fucking disappears, and I only know Luca’s full, wet, soft lips. The contrast to his scratchy facial hair is such a damn turn on. I deepen the kiss and he moans into my mouth.
Luca’s other hand grips my ass cheek and squeezes. “Jesus, this is firm.”
It’s yours , something inside me whispers.
His breathing goes ragged against my mouth as our tongues tangle. It’s not crazed. It’s slow and sensual.
Fuck, he’s wooing me.
And I’m falling for him. Hard.
We settle into a rhythm of him sucking my tongue while I jerk off. Feeling that piercing against my tongue sends flashes of heat to my balls. I’ve never experienced such a raw, aching need from a man. One that’s pure and not from rage, twisted hate, or shame.
It takes a few moments to realize the tip of my leaking, hard, throbbing cock is rubbing against his stomach. It massages my skin, right against a trail of hair from his navel down to his cock. Those coarse coils of hair do me in, and I start coming.
I try to step away, find a tissue, a sock, anything, but Luca’s grip on my ass tightens.
He’s pulled his briefs down just below his ass to jerk off, too. We look down in unison, moaning, coming, painting each other’s skin with our cum.
It’s hot as fuck and feels so damn taboo. This is the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever given myself.
“That’s hot how you come. God, there’s so much.” His drawl sounds so sexy.
“Yeah, I’m a heavy ejaculator.” I don’t know a sexier word for it. “I hope you can handle all of it when it’s sliding down your throat.”
Luca’s eyes pop open. He steps back, red in the face, anger curling his kiss-bruised lips. “Fuck.” He reaches for a fresh towel to clean his cock and stomach.
“What?”
“That can’t happen again, Max. My protection of you can’t be compromised.”
I would think if he liked me, he’d work harder. Or maybe he’d be irrational. “I get it.”
“I can get fired for what I just did.”
“I’m not telling anyone,” I say, and regret how it sounds like I’m ashamed. Maybe I am a little.
“And if someone found out...” I close the distance between us, feeling my alpha kick in after being kissed like a slutty bitch. “In case you didn’t realize, I’m the star of this fucking team. I won’t let them fire you.”
Breathing heavily, Luca slips off his watch and places it on one of the nightstands. “Good to know.”
He goes into the bathroom and closes the door. It feels like a slap in the face. Even though I don’t know what the hell I want.
I glance at the king-size bed thinking we need a pillow wall to stop wandering hands in the middle of the night from finding their way around swollen dripping cocks from wet dreams.
When Luca comes back into the bedroom, I can’t help but keep talking to the guy. “Look. I guess I’m not a cuddler.”
Luca laughs, strutting to his suitcase. Folding his pants on a hanger, he says, “I kick in my sleep, so good thing.”
“Face away from me then, if you can.” I laugh, too. “I kind of need all my limbs unbruised.”
“No problem. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
While he’s in there, I get into bed, still naked. If he comes back to bed wearing briefs, we’re safe.
Yeah right.
I lay on my back, heart still pounding. I just kissed my bodyguard. A man.
And I fucking loved it.
Not sure how much time has passed, but I go on spiked alert feeling the mattress dip. Twisting, I say, “Is that side okay?”
Fuck, he’s naked... I keep my eyes on his, though.
“I’m a single guy, there’s no side really. It’s all the same.”
“Okay.” I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I realize I’ve been clinging to one edge.
Why do I do that? Had Uncle Harris snuck into my bed after that trip and raped me again? Had I blocked it all out?
Fuck, all these memories are finding their way back and I hate it.
I shake them off and turn away.
Luca is a manwhore who uses clubs and doesn’t need a mess of a guy mooning over him.