TWENTY-EIGHT
Max
I remind myself that Richmond’s owner came after me before Luca was involved. This situation isn’t his fault, even though he’s frighteningly adept at protecting me from yet another attack.
“Go shower, Max,” he orders.
Without another word, I finish stripping, leaving my tux in a pile on the floor like he requested. I tromp naked to his guest bathroom and turn on the shower. The hot spray doesn’t ease my tense shoulders right away.
Of all the men I pictured I’d have a relationship with, the dark fantasies that ran through my head alone in my bed at night when I couldn’t sleep, or when I watched gay porn, I never considered a mafia man.
A killer.
I’m crazy about you .
Luca’s voice slams back into me just as the glass shower door opens.
“You did it already?” I bark. “I... I didn’t hear anything.”
“No. He’s still lying there. In pain. That guy wanted to hurt you. That deserves extra punishment. Let him writhe in agony while you give me the most exquisite pleasure of the flesh.”
“I’m seriously questioning my attraction to you.” Yet, I feel myself getting hard.
The size of his cock has me hesitating. All the metal. And right there I know I want him in my mouth .
What the hell is wrong with me?
“That’s smart of you. Question everything, Max.” Luca steps inside. “And trust no one. Just me.”
The wide stall has dual shower heads, the right-side spout raining down on me. The left side starts, the sputtering water capturing my attention.
“Did you say you were crazy about me?” I whisper to break the tension.
“I did.” Luca’s wild eyes scan my body, and his hungry voice sounds like he’s ready to devour me. “Turn around.” Before I can think of a reason not to, I face the shower wall.
He’s being paid to protect me. He won’t hurt me. Even in the steamy shower, Luca’s masculine heat envelops me, pressing his chest into my back. He’s a few inches shorter. But his cock lines up perfectly with...
Oh, God...
“Max...” Luca breathes a whisper of heat across on my back. “I am crazy about you. But it’s a fan crush. Don’t read too much into it.”
Fan. He’s a fan.
“However...” His hands find my hips.
I wait for the dread and the disgust of being overpowered to hit me.
Nothing.
Just... More. I crave more of the way he touches me with feather light, yet demanding fingers.
The scent of soap hits me and the warmth of the shower radiates off him.
“Can I fuck you?” he asks, boldly.
My jaw tightens. “I’ve never...”
“What? You’ve never taken a cock?”
“No.” Not willingly. “You... You want me like this? You want to fuck my ass?”
“Oh, baby,” he groans in sympathy. “Your ass is all I think about.”
“Really?”
“And not to just have sex with. It’s a fucking work of art.” His hands move down and grip each ass cheek. “But I’d also love to see my cock pumping in and out of it. If you want that too,” he whispers.
“I... I don’t know.”
“Please?” His cock slides through the seam.
Memories of how he kissed me, how he touched me are all blurry and hazy. But sharpen intensely when his stiff cock breaches my hole. My body goes rigid in alarm, and sensing my hesitation, he pulls back and uses a wet thumb to massage my hole. The sensation is incredible.
It’s growing more difficult to say no. God, I want him to fuck me. That’s a first. Wanting a dick in my ass, after being forced.
“Oh, God,” I mutter, lost in the decadent sensation of a finger teasing my hole.
“You’re the god,” he keeps whispering. “Let me do this. Let me worship you.”
But the minute his fingertip slips into my hole, the disgusting cigarette voice from my past fills my head.
“Stop!” I spin around and pin Luca to his side, his faucet drenching my face. “No one. I can’t. No one fucks me there.”
Luca’s jaw slacks open, his lush lips too much for me to deny.
I crush my mouth to his. Even though I’m not strong enough for him to fuck me, I want him like I’ve never wanted any other man. I like him enough to kiss. Trust him enough to live in my house. To touch me in a place that once caused me so much pain. But that’s it. For now.
Luca’s hands explore my abs until one finds my cock. “So you... You do the fucking?”
“Yes. I have to.” My eyes roll in the back of my head from Luca stroking my cock. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Christ, you’re huge.”
I smile, and bite my lip. “You look like you’d be able to handle me.”
“I can handle whatever you give me.” He leans forward and pulls my lower lip between his teeth. “Guys don’t usually fuck me, but—”
“I’m not a guy, I’m a god like you said,” I flirt, questioning my sanity.
“For you, I’ll make an exception. You’d have to suck me off good afterwards.”
“I can do that.” I’m ready to come from his jerking me off. “Fuck, don’t stop. That’s so good.” I throw my arms across his shoulders, giving into the being jerked off like this.
By my bodyguard.
I lose myself to this soapy, wet hand job, and next, ropes of warm cum shoot from my slit and coat the sides of Luca’s hand.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he rasps.
“No kidding.” I get my breath back and stare at his cock with all the piercing, especially the ring hanging off the tip. “How do you fuck with all that hardware?”
“The bolts are strategically placed to hit all the right nerve endings.” He smiles. “And a lot of lube helps. I can get us so fucking slippery and dirty.”
I have lube in my bedroom. Christ, would I let him?
Holy shit, I’m seriously thinking of letting him bone me. My asshole throbs, not in protest. In want. “You need to come,” I say to close off this business transaction.
“I do.” He strokes his own cock. “I have hours of clean up left. I can use a little pick me up.”
His massive cock bobs, hard with angry veins that need release. The glinting of metal snaps my awareness of his piercings, and that taking him down my throat means navigating around all that metal.
Challenge accepted.
He kisses me again and our lips move in perfect sync. It’s wild and feverish with Luca moaning into my mouth. He said he doesn’t kiss people, but I feel he’s hungry for this connection with me.
Fuck, so am I.
Luca strokes his dick. As it gets hard, it gets shiny and the bolts glisten. His fingers leave his cock and cup my cheek. “Think you can take all of me?”
“Shove your dick down my throat and find out.”
He curls his hips, and his erection presses into my abs, the dripping head of his cock slicking up my skin. The pearly precum fills the ridged contours. He’s marking me.
Luca cups the back of my head and writhes up and down, bringing his chest level with my mouth. With his nipple piercing in reach, I lean forward and grip it between my teeth, while I squeeze his ass. I bite down, testing the pressure, this is a first for me. Exacting purposeful pain on a lover.
It’s...glorious.
“Fuck, yeah,” Luca pulls me back in a for a brutal kiss.
When I’m drunk from his mouth, I pull off, tasting a small hint of blood from my sharp teeth piercing the flesh. “Show me,” I hiss.
Luca spots the blood on my mouth, and his eyes turn fucking feral. “Show you?”
“Show me how you’d fuck me.”
Like a bomb went off behind his eyes, Luca lifts a knee to anchor his foot on a cedar bench so he can fuck my mouth.
Oh shit...
He smiles and presses down on my shoulders. I willingly kneel on the shower floor.
“Are you ready for me to fuck your mouth?” he rasps.
“Yeah. So ready.” I breathe in and lick my lips.
“Take it. Take my dick into that bloody mouth.” With one hard shove, he fills my mouth with his staggering length. “Christ, that’s so warm and wet.”
He invades my soul with waves of musk and sweat and pure male heat as his cock slams into my mouth in a furious rhythm. I smooth my hands up and down his thighs until I reach the base of his cock and fist it while I suck him.
“Take my cock, filthy boy. Eat it. Swallow it. You’re mine to choke.” His head falls back as he rocks his hips back and forth, his massive cock sliding in and out of my mouth. “Fuck, you’re taking me so damn good.”
He bucks harder, making me gag around the metal bolts, but that pours gasoline on the fire as he fucks my mouth even harder.
It’s hot as hell.
The further down my throat his cock slides, his breath grows more rough, hoarse, and ragged. He fists my hair, what little I have to grab. My head is his handle to use while my mouth gives him unbridled pleasure.
I drink in the taste of him, the smell of him, and I grow painfully hard all over again.
“That’s right,” Luca growls. “Christ, you’re good at taking a cock down your throat.”
Being a relentless overachiever, I tighten my throat and the pressure on his dick spills muttered curses from Luca in Russian.
He grunts, his cock contracting. “Fuck, I’m coming.”
Hot, salty release spills down my throat.
He lifts me up and we settle into a new round of kissing against the tiles. The water’s gone cold, but we’re so heated, it’s refreshing.
“Fun’s over,” he groans, pulling away. “I have to finish off the guy out there.”
Like we just didn’t fool around, he steps out of the shower and puts on sleep shorts he kept folded on the vanity.
I watch him strut confidently to my attacker, his back muscles flaring to life. I tie a towel around my waist and find Luca in the bedroom with that gun in his hand again.
The guy’s empty eyes are open slightly as tiny moans and blood seep from his mouth.
“He’s going to die. Was this torture necessary?” I ask softly.
“For you? Yes.” Luca stares down at him. “Yeah, fucker. How’s the pain? That’s what you get for coming here thinking you can hurt my...”
He doesn’t finish that sentence, but wipes his mouth, looking at me. Keeping his eyes on me, with the gun pointed to the floor, he pulls the trigger to end the guy’s life. The sound is a tinny zip through the air that ends with a thud into the guy’s skull.
“Max,” Luca moans my name, dangerous and feral at the moment. He came down my throat and then killed a man for me, nearly all in the same breath. “See what I’m willing to do for you?”
Jesus, it gets me hot.
Is this who I really am? Did hockey make me this violent? I consider the things I’ve seen on the ice. How brutal the game is. We lose some of our humanity on the ice. That had to be by design.
Luca straightens his back, fresh blood splattered across his chest. “Ooops. You’ll have to clean me again.”
“With my...”
“Washcloth. ”
“Right.” Shaking, I make my way into the bathroom and soak a washcloth in warm water.
Luca stands there, legs spread. I consider myself a masculine guy, what I do on the ice takes power. This hits differently.
And he’s crazy about me.
He just shot a guy for me.
I clean him and he groans, his arms on my shoulders again. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“You look so brutal,” I say softly. “Are you that brutal when you fuck a man?”
“Depends if he wants it that way.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
He lifts his eyes to me. “I only fuck men in my club who want what I want.”
“Got it.” He’s also brutally honest.
“For you...” He lifts my chin. “I’d be gentle. I’d do it slow. Sometimes it feels so much better that way. Being on the edge. Dying to come. Dying to be fucked.”
“God,” I mutter and lean in to kiss him when his phone buzzes.
“Shit. She’s here.”
“Who?”
“The cleaner.” He takes a deep breath. “My sister.”