Chapter 5
Chapter Five
OLLIE
I stared at the rock star straddling my lap and began to question my sanity.
Had I bumped my head this morning? Maybe I was flat-out somewhere in a coma. Perhaps this was some medicine-induced fever dream I would wake up from any moment.
If it was, I was pretty sure my cock wouldn’t be hard as steel. The thin cotton of my trousers was doing little to hide my predicament. All Luca would have to do was scoot forward by another six inches, and he’d know what effect this was having on me.
The question was why. Why was my dick so hard that it was aching? Why did Luca’s offer have my heart hammering and my palms sweating? Why did being pinned beneath him feel so right? I’d always been the alpha in the bedroom. I’d never considered letting someone else take control.
And suddenly, I was questioning why I hadn’t.
“You want to kiss me?” Fuck, why was my voice so squeaky?
Luca’s head tilted sideways, a lock of his hair falling forwards.
I had the sudden urge to reach up and brush it away.
Would it feel as soft as it looked? “I do. I’m attracted to men, Ollie.
And there’s no doubt about it, you’re a very attractive man.
But I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. ”
“What about the camera?” Yes, I was searching for any reason other than just saying no.
Because if I was being truly honest with myself…I didn’t want to say no.
Luca’s eyes flicked up to the ancient device in the corner. “The light’s off. Looks like they really skimped out on their backup generator capabilities.” He turned back to me, his expression gentle. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to, we can forget I said anything.”
“But why me?” No idea why my brain was more hung up on this fact than the idea of actually kissing a man. “You could have anyone.”
“I could,” Luca agreed, not taking his eyes off me. “But not everyone opens up to me the way you have. You have a problem. You can’t stop thinking about the fact that your last kiss with someone else wasn’t what you thought it was. I have the solution. Kiss me, and you won’t doubt anything.”
My hands trembled on the floor. I was straight. I shouldn’t even be considering it. I opened my mouth to tell him thanks, but no. To my surprise, that was not what came out. “Okay.”
Luca’s mouth fell open in shock before being replaced with a dangerous smile. He leaned in, his hands braced against the wall on either side of my head.
My heart hammered as Luca drew closer. Suddenly the heat in his eyes was too much. It was making me feel things I didn’t understand.
Things I hadn’t been expecting.
I closed my eyes, my pulse racing as I waited for his lips to find mine. They were tingling in anticipation.
I might not know why, but there was no doubting I wanted this.
“I might’ve lied.” Luca was so close that I felt his whispered words on my lips. “Call me egotistical, call me delusional…but I hope this’ll make you doubt things.”
I didn’t have a chance to wonder what he meant before his lips closed over mine.
I’d expected his kiss to be harsh and brash. For him to attack me with the same confidence he had on stage.
That might’ve made it easier to handle.
But the soft sensual way he worked my mouth open? How his tongue teased and flirted with mine? The brush of his stubble against my lips?
Those things were my undoing.
I surged forwards, pushing myself as close to Luca as possible. I didn’t care that his body was hard against mine. That I could feel his short beard burning my skin. That his cologne was unlike any perfume a woman would wear.
I didn’t care that he was a man.
All I cared about was getting him closer and not letting him go until I’d had my fill.
Luca let out a small gasp of surprise as I buried my hands in his hair. It was as soft as I’d expected, and I couldn’t resist running my hands through it, purring at the texture.
Luca didn’t stop kissing me, but it wasn’t enough. His hands were still on the wall, and they were all I could think about. I pulled back, my eyes glassy. “You can touch me.”
Luca’s pupils were blown, his lips swollen. “You sure?”
I swallowed back the fear bubbling in my throat. “I’m sure.”
He growled before his lips descended once more. His hands moved, one grabbing my jaw and the other finding my nipple with unerring accuracy. It pebbled under his touch. When he pinched it gently, I groaned into his mouth.
We were full-on making out now. All my previously held beliefs of being straight seemed laughable with Luca in my lap.
My boxers were damp from the precum leaking from my cock.
Releasing his hair, I slid my hands down until they were on his backside.
It felt like the most natural thing to yank him forward, wanting to feel him against me.
The move had his groin hitting mine, and I froze.
Luca was hard.
And packing.
Suddenly the reality of what we were doing hit me. This morning I’d considered myself straight, and now my junk was happily introducing itself to another man’s.
Obviously, twenty-seven was not too late to be learning new things about myself.
Luca pulled back a bit, studying my face. “You okay?”
“Yep.”
The frown Luca gave made me think that perhaps I wasn’t convincing enough. He went to slide off me, but I stopped him. “Wait.”
He raised an eyebrow at me questioningly. “Is it…is it bad that I don’t want to stop yet?”
Luca’s face softened. “No. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Good.” My voice might be shaky, but I was determined. For the next however long we were trapped here, I was going to forget about everything.
That Suzie had cheated on me.
How Callum had betrayed me.
That my plans for my dream job had gone up in smoke.
The fact Luca was a freaking rock star.
But most of all, I was going to forget that, before Luca, I’d never been attracted to a man.
We were just two human beings making each other feel good.
I tugged at his rear until Luca got the message and scooted forwards. This time when I felt his dick rub against mine, the fear was overridden by desire. I bit my lip as my hips canted upwards, seeking more friction.
Luca’s eyes lit in understanding. He smirked, undulating his hips over mine and making me almost weep with pleasure. “This what you want?”
“Yes.” I punctuated the word with a thrust. “More of that. And this.”
My hand wrapped around his neck, and I pulled his mouth back to mine.
I had no idea how long we sat like that. We were lost in each other. All too soon, I felt my balls draw up tight. Pleasure zipped through me, and I knew I was getting close. “Stop.”
Luca scrambled back off me so fast he tripped over one of my feet and landed on his arse. “Ouch.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Never before had I been on the brink of an orgasm and found something funny.
“Meanie.” Luca scowled at me, making me laugh harder. It was one of those moments that tipped into hysteria. The more I tried to stop, the harder I laughed. Luca couldn’t resist the humour, and his laugh intertwined with mine inside the small space.
Eventually, we got ourselves under control, wiping the tears from our faces as we grinned bashfully at each other. Luca’s slid off his face, replaced with guilt. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed it so far.”
I was baffled. “I don’t understand what you’re apologising for. I said stop because I was about to come in my boxers.”
Luca’s guilt transformed into a teasing smirk. “And that’d be a bad thing?”
I hated to burst our bubble with a reminder of the outside world, but I had to. “Given that the world’s press is probably camped outside waiting to get the scoop on Luca Weston trapped in a lift, it’s not a good thing.”
“You don’t want to be photographed with me, knowing they’d all speculate about who you are.” Luca’s tone had soured. “Got it.”
“That’s not it at all,” I said, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “Aren’t you the one who can’t risk any more negative press at the moment? Surely fooling around with a stranger, regardless of who they are, wouldn’t go down well with your management.”
“You were…you were trying to protect me?”
“Yes,” I said in exasperation. God, the utter confusion on Luca’s face struck a chord in my soul.
The idea that he automatically assumed everyone was out to take advantage of him was devastating.
“I don’t want you to get into any more trouble than you already are.
But there’s also no way I would be able to hold it back with that… thing you were doing.”
Luca’s face smoothed out, donning his confidence like a mask. “You liked that, did you?”
I rolled my eyes, pointing at my still-tented trousers. Even our little misunderstanding hadn’t been enough to kill my erection. “Obviously.”
He sat against the wall, one of his legs coming up for him to lean forward on. He was the picture of casual. His expression told a different story.
He looked like a predator preparing to pounce.
“You know, there’s a few ways I can take care of that for you without making a mess.”
My cheeks flamed as my brain helpfully filled in exactly how he might do that. An hour ago, I would’ve laughed at the thought. Right now, I was horny enough to be considering it.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for some of them,” he said, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “But my mouth on your cock? Maybe you’re ready for that.”
My brain said I was absolutely not ready for that. Unfortunately for my brain, it had been shoved into a safe and locked away by my cock. My cock that was now throbbing and leaking at the thought of Luca wrapping those talented lips around it. “Maybe I am.”
Once again, I’d managed to surprise Luca.
And just like the first time, it didn’t take him long to recover.
Before I’d even managed to drag in another shaky breath, he’d stood, crossing the small space in a single stride.
He towered over me, his face serious as he surveyed me. “You sure you want this?”
I gulped. Fuck, I shouldn’t. But I did.