Chapter 5 #2
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted something, anything, this badly.
And knowing that I’d never see him again once we were rescued gave me the confidence to do this. To take what I wanted.
For once in my life, to just…feel.
“Yes.”
Luca studied me for a few minutes more before he spoke. “Stand up.”
I should’ve been embarrassed by the speed at which I followed his command, but I wasn’t.
Luca stepped closer to me. His hands went to my belt, and panic hit. Shit, was I really doing this?
“Here, maybe this will help.”
And then his lips were on mine again.
He was right. With him kissing me, I forgot about everything else.
Nothing else existed except Luca. He was like the most effective anxiety relief.
If this feeling could be condensed into tablet form, I’d take it every day, knowing it’d relax me better than any medication could.
It didn’t even feel strange to be kissing someone the same height as me… it felt right.
I didn’t even notice him freeing my cock from my trousers, but I sure as fuck felt the first time he gave it a stroke. I broke away from the kiss, my head hitting the wall with a thud. “Fuck.”
Luca’s smirk was knowing. “There’s something different when it’s a guy. Maybe it’s because we grow up obsessed with playing with our dicks. Means we know all too well how to drive another man crazy.”
Crazy was accurate. He ran his thumb over the slit, thumbing at the precum there, and I swear I saw God.
“I can get you off like this if you want,” Luca murmured. “I’ve got some tissues in my pocket, which will solve the mess conundrum.”
The thought was tempting. I’d never thought sex was that great, but a simple hand job from Luca was blowing all my preconceived notions out of the water. But if I was doing this, I wanted to do it properly. I’d always regret it if I didn’t try it.
“No. I want your mouth.”
Luca caught my bottom lip between his teeth, and I moaned. “Excellent choice.”
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he dropped to his knees. He slid his hands up my thighs. Even with us positioned like this, there was no questioning who was in charge. “Did you know my throat and mouth have been insured for two million pounds?”
“What?” His change of topic had thrown me.
Luca’s smirk widened. “Yeah. Our record label is terrified of anything happening to ruin my voice. I like to think it’s for other reasons too.”
I was about to make a quip about his ego. But Luca ran his tongue up the underside of my shaft, and the words died.
And when he took me in his mouth completely?
I lost the ability to think.
Turned out that ego of his was well-earned.
He didn’t rush. He explored every inch of my shaft like he was memorising it. Laving his tongue along the thick vein on the underside. Mouthing at my glans. Swirling his tongue over the head and dipping under my foreskin.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands. On the rare occasion Suzie had gone down on me, she didn’t like me to touch her. I’d never had an issue with it. Sure, I’d get off, but I’d have to work to get myself there.
With Luca, everything was different. He was dragging me towards my orgasm with alarming speed, and he’d barely got started. My fingers were scrabbling desperately against the lift wall as I tried to keep myself from grabbing him.
He leaned back, humming slightly as my cock fell from his lips with a pop. “You can touch me.”
“What?”
He smouldered up at me. Moving slowly, he grabbed my wrists and placed my hands on his head. My fingers instinctively curled in his hair, holding him tight. “I’m not made of glass. You can touch me. I like it.”
He didn’t give me the opportunity to respond, sinking back down on my shaft while watching me from under his dark lashes.
I groaned, my hands flexing in his hair. He was sucking harder now, his cheeks hollowing as the head of my cock hit the back of his throat. “Holy fucking shit, Luca.”
The man in question smirked as much as he could with my dick filling his throat. Never before had I thought I’d be doing this with a guy…and that he’d look so fucking gorgeous while doing it.
Luca cupped my balls in his hand, rolling them before sliding his fingers back to stroke over my taint.
“Fuck!” I didn’t have time to warn him. My release hit out of nowhere, shooting down his throat. Luca didn’t seem bothered, swallowing rapidly, making that addictive humming sound again.
It seemed to last forever. Normally it’d be over in a few seconds, barely worth the effort to get there.
Not only had Luca taken me to the summit so quickly, but the fall was so worth it. Every nerve ending felt on fire, like he’d doused me with gasoline before setting me ablaze.
It made me want to give him a box of matches and beg him to never leave.
“Sorry,” I gasped, my chest heaving. “I should’ve warned you.”
Luca was still teasing the slit of my cock with his tongue like he was searching out any lingering drops of cum. He leaned back slightly, his smirk wider than ever. “Nah. I like how you taste.”
He gave the tip of my softening shaft a tiny kiss before tucking me back into my trousers and zipping them. I stayed dead still, gaping at the care and attention he was lavishing on me.
“Hmm,” he said, poking at one of my knees. “Yep. Just like I suspected.”
“What?”
He grinned up at me, and fuck me. That look on his face set a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies free in my stomach. “Looks like hell has frozen over.”
I frowned at him. What the fuck was he talking about?
He stood, his tongue in his cheek as he boxed me in with his arms. “You said the day you went weak-kneed for a celebrity would be the day hell froze over. Correct me if I’m wrong, but those are some pretty weak knees you’re sporting there.”
My smile spread slowly over my face. “You’re an egotistical little shit.”
He brushed his still-grinning lips over mine. “I think you like that.”
I did. There was a fine line between arrogance and confidence, and Luca straddled it beautifully.
He moved, and his erection brushed over my groin. “Uhh…do you want me to take care of that for you?”
I was stunned when that came out of my mouth. Was that just the British politeness instilled in me from a young age…or did I actually want to touch his dick?
“No.” He gave me one more sweet kiss before tugging us both to the floor. “It’s fine. I’ll save it.”
We sat beside one another, not a whisper of space between our bodies. Luca took my hand, wrapping his long fingers around mine like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which, for him, it was.
For me, it was something new. Something that had my breath catching in my throat and my heart beating faster.
What was happening to me? Why did this moment feel more intimate than when my cock had been in Luca’s mouth?
Belatedly I realised I hadn’t responded to Luca. “Saving it for what?”
He gave me a wry half-smile. “Well…that kind of depends on you. Either I’m going to go home and have the best yet very lonely jerk-off session while picturing how you looked while I was on my knees for you.”
An image of Luca lying on his bed popped into my head. His cock in his hand, his head thrown back as he groaned my name.
I shivered. Huh. Didn’t think the thought of another man getting himself off would be appealing, but I was learning all sorts of things about myself today. “Or?”
“Or…” Luca’s husky voice dropped to a whisper, accompanied by a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. “Or you come home with me, and I show you other ways I can make you weak at the knees.”