24. Luca
TWENTY-FOUR
LUCA
He pulled me off the chair and kissed me. It was feral, like he wanted to wreck me. He pulled my head back, devouring my lips like they were the last thing he’d ever taste.
My hand slid up his back, fisting the fabric of his shirt. I wanted to rip it off.
He pulled back, breathing hard. His thumb brushed along my jaw. “Clothes off. Now.”
I pulled my shirt over my head. Unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants down.
Dominic smirked. “Guess you can follow orders when it suits you.”
He stepped closer, his heat washing over me as he trailed his fingers down my chest, stopping above the waistband of my briefs. His smirk widened.
“Face it, Luca. You’re dying for someone to put you in your place.”
I swallowed hard. “Only you.”
I freed my cock from my briefs as he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants. My mouth went dry as he pulled out his cock.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I dropped to my knees. I stared up at him, my cock aching. His fingers tightened in my hair as he guided me closer.
“Let’s see if that mouth of yours is good for more than insulting me.”
He tugged my hair, forcing me to tilt my head back. A gasp slipped out and his cock brushed my mouth and pushed forward, the head slipping past my lips. He groaned, and my cock twitched.
I tried to keep control, but he pushed deeper. My mouth stretched around him. My balls tightened as he used me. Fuck, it felt so good. I gripped his thighs, wanting him to rail me. Dominic thrust shallowly, teasing me. I swirled my tongue around his head.
“Such a smart mouth, but look at you now. Quiet for once.”
He yanked on my hair, and my eyes watered. He smirked down at me as he choked me with his dick. Dominic’s grip shifted, his hand sliding from my hair to wrap firmly around my throat. The pressure sent a spark of electricity through me. His thumb pressed into the side of my neck, cutting off air.
I tried to suck in shallow breaths. My cock throbbed between my legs, the ache unbearable. I could feel the sticky precum against my thighs. My vision blurred. The room spun. I was helpless, completely at his mercy, and I fucking loved it.
Dominic pulled out, and I gasped for air. He hauled me to my feet, his dark eyes burning.
“Turn around.”
The fluttering in my stomach turned into a full-blown ache. I turned, facing the kitchen table.
Dominic stepped behind me. “Good boy.”
My knees threatened to buckle, but I held steady.
Dominic gripped my hips as he pressed me against the edge of the kitchen table. The wood bit into my thighs, but the heat of his body behind me made everything else fade. I braced my hands on the surface.
“Bend over.”
I hesitated, and he didn’t wait. One rough hand pushed between my shoulder blades, forcing me down. My chest hit the table.
His hand slid down to cup my ass.
My body tensed as he reached around, grabbing my cock. “You’ve got this whole badass act down, but you’re already dripping for me.”
“ Dominic .”
“Do you make a habit of stripping for guys you don’t want?”
I groaned.
“You’re adorable when you’re pretending to hate me.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Now, be good and spread your legs.”
His hand slid lower, fingers brushing between my thighs, teasing me enough to make my hips jerk. He laughed, his free hand keeping me pinned.
I bit my lip. “ Dom .”
His hand wrapped around the base of my cock. I bucked into his grip, desperate for more friction. His thumb slid over my slick head, giving me a few jerks. God, I loved his hands on me.
Dominic stepped away from me, leaving me against the table. I twisted to look over my shoulder.
“Where are you going?”
He smirked. “Calm down. I need to grab something.”
He strolled out of view. My hands curled against the table’s edge. My forehead rested on the wood. I ground my teeth. I should’ve pulled up my pants, but I didn’t move.
I stayed where he left me.
His steps echoed closer. He stopped behind me, and the faint sound of a cap opening made my stomach drop.
“Don’t pout,” he purred. “I’m back.”
The slick sound of lube in his hands sent a flush up my spine. I swallowed. Dominic’s hand came down on the small of my back, pressing me down.
“Relax. I’ve got you.”
I flinched when his slick fingers teased between my cheeks, cool against my overheated skin. My body tensed, and Dominic chuckled.
“Tight,” he murmured. “You don’t make this easy for me, do you?”
I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to taste blood as one finger pushed in, stretching me. The cold slickness made me shiver, but the burn was good.
“ Fuck .”
“Breathe.” His free hand rubbed circles into the small of my back. “You’re so good at this.”
He pulled back to add more lube, the cool drip landing against my skin. When he pushed in again, two fingers this time, I couldn’t stop the broken groan that slipped out of my throat. My hips twitched, trying to push back against his touch.
“Impatient?” His fingers crooked, dragging a wave of pleasure through me that made my knees buckle. “You’re dripping all over yourself already.”
“Stop talking.”
He laughed, his fingers fucking me open in slow strokes. The stretch was still sharp, but my body melted into it. I let my head hang, letting him touch me like he owned me.
He dragged his fingers out before thrusting back in, making me gasp. I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed, hanging heavy between my legs.
Dominic pulled his fingers out.
“You ready for me?” he asked.
I nodded.
Dominic grabbed my hip as a hard pressure teased against me. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck you.”
He pushed forward. “Say it.”
“I’m ready.”
“Good boy,” he murmured, and then he thrust in.
The sharp stretch sent heat rolling through me, so intense it stole my breath. My hands clawed at the table as his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt.
The sharp creak of the table mixed with slapping skin. The burn of the stretch mingled with a pleasure so overwhelming, my vision blurred. Each ragged breath pulled Dominic’s scent deeper into my lungs.
“Fuck, Luca,” he groaned. “You take me so damn good.”
I couldn’t do anything but moan as he grabbed my throat again, the pressure making my vision blur. My cock dipped onto the table as he fucked me hard. My forearms trembled to stay upright.
“Show me you can be good,” he demanded.
My head fell back as my orgasm exploded through me. Ropes of cum shot out, leaving a sticky mess across the table. Dominic choked me as he slammed deep inside me. He groaned, filling me from his pulsing cock. Warmth shot inside me, and he shuddered.
He stayed there, balls deep, breathing hard against my neck. His hand slid from my throat to my shoulder.
“You’re perfect like this. A fucking masterpiece.”
I swallowed hard, still gripping the table.
Dominic straightened, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. The cool air hit my skin as he pulled away, leaving me braced against the table. My muscles ached, my body still buzzing from the intensity. Dominic’s hands lingered on my hips, his thumbs brushing circles into my skin.
“Let’s get cleaned up.”
I nodded, my throat too dry to respond. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom.
The bathroom filled with steam as Dominic turned on the shower, testing the water with his hand. He motioned for me to step in, and the hot spray washed over me.
Dominic stepped in behind me, his arms circling my waist. The water ran over both of us, and he grabbed the soap, lathering it between his hands before running them across my shoulders and down my chest.
“You’re too quiet.”
“I’m tired.”
Dominic’s hands slid lower, tracing my stomach. “I told you not to run from me.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He kissed the back of my neck.
We finished quickly, Dominic rinsing the soap off me before cleaning himself. He stepped out first, grabbing a towel and tossing it my way before wrapping another around his waist.
He looked at me as he dried off. I caught myself staring at the sharp lines of his jaw.
Dominic smirked. “Like what you see?”
“Yeah.”
He moved closer, the steam clinging to his skin as he leaned in. His lips brushed mine, and I closed my eyes. I let myself get lost in the kiss. He pulled back, the warmth of his breath mixing with mine.
The question popped out before I could stop it. “When did you know you were gay?”
Dominic let out a long breath. “Always liked guys. I couldn’t bullshit my way through those locker room talks about big tits or whatever. I had crushes on boys, gave them stupid little gifts. One time I left a guy a love note and signed it from a secret admirer. Subtle, right?”
“What did your family think?”
The smirk slipped. “My mom didn’t give a shit as long as I kept my mouth shut. My dad, though? Different story. He’d say he’d ‘fix’ me if I embarrassed the family. So, I learned to fake it until I didn’t have to anymore.”
“What was your earliest sign?” I asked.
“Besides sneaking glances at the older guys in the neighborhood whenever they took their shirts off to fix a car?” He laughed, running a hand through his damp hair. “There was this kid in my class. Ricky. Freckles, big smile. Everyone liked him. One day in gym class, he put his arm around me when we were picking teams. Just slung it there like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. My face was red as hell the entire period, and everyone thought I was hot from running laps.”
I stared at him, a strange warmth unfurling in my chest. Dominic wasn’t someone who gave up his history easily, but when he did, it felt like opening a vault.
“And Ricky? Did he know?”
Dominic’s smirk faltered. “Nah. He probably thought I was a weird kid.”
I dried off in silence. I could easily imagine feeling something so simple and innocent, and have it turn into something terrifying because the world wouldn’t let it be normal.
“What about you?” he asked. “Didn’t you ever wonder?”
My stomach clenched. “I couldn’t let my thoughts go there. That’s a good way to get killed. Guys who even looked the wrong way got their faces smashed in. I kept my head down.”
“But you thought about it.”
“Not really.” I caught his raised eyebrow and sighed. “Okay, maybe. Fuck, I don’t know. I’d look at ripped guys in the gym and tell myself it was motivation. Like, ‘Hey, if you stare at this dude’s six-pack long enough, maybe you’ll stop looking like a string bean.’”
“Sure,” he chuckled. “Purely motivational.”
“I was eighteen. It made sense in my head.”
Dominic hung his towel to dry. “What about staring at a guy’s ass?”
“That was figuring out how jeans are supposed to fit.”
He grinned. “Very practical.”
I let out a shaky breath. “After I had sex with you, I couldn’t rationalize it anymore. Now I don’t recognize myself. Every lie I told myself is unraveling, and I don’t know what the hell’s underneath.”
“Sometimes you have to tear it all down to build something better.” Dominic took my hand. “We should go on a date. I’d love to take you out.”
My gut twisted. “Like outside?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
I couldn’t be in public with a man without looking over my shoulder every five seconds. “Where would we go?”
“Anywhere you want, sweetheart. A nice dinner, a quiet bar, hell, we could walk through the city. Doesn’t have to be complicated.”
The simplicity of it almost knocked me sideways, like taking me out was the most natural thing in the world. My throat went dry.
“Dom, I can’t?—”
“You can, ” he said firmly. “And I’m not asking you to march down the street holding my hand like we’re in a rom-com. I’m asking you to let yourself have one thing that makes you happy. Just one.”
I swallowed hard. “We’ll see.”
Dominic’s smile lingered, but he didn’t push me. He stepped into the bedroom to grab clothes. I trailed after him. Watching him dress felt strangely intimate. He buttoned his shirt, rolling up the sleeves to show off his forearms.
“Where are you headed?”
Dominic straightened his collar. “Meeting with my lawyer. I need to finalize some estate documents. Then I’ve got to stop by the casino. Check on the books.”
I shifted my weight. “I’ll go with you.”
Dominic shook his head, grabbing his watch off the nightstand and snapping it on. “You need rest.”
“I’ve got work. People are going to notice I’m missing.”
“Luca, I’m not fucking around. I’m ordering you to stay here.”
He walked out of the room.
My jaw tightened as I tried to push down the uneasy feeling in my chest. My eyes drifted toward the bedside table where Dominic had left his phone. The screen lit up with a notification.
Frank
Hey. Can we talk? I’ve been thinking about you.
Just one drink, for old time’s sake.
Frank. The guy who thought he could crawl back like Dominic wasn’t already mine.
Mine .
The gall of this asshole. He treated Dominic like a used napkin. Now thought he could just waltz back into his life?
Not while I still breathed.