Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
OLLIE
Luca’s eyes widened in surprise as I lowered myself to my knees. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know. I want to though.”
And I did. Last night had been a revelation.
Yet I needed more. I hadn’t touched nearly enough of Luca. Hadn’t tasted him like I’d wanted.
I planned to rectify that.
My hands shook as I lifted them to the button on Luca’s jeans. I’d love to say it was only lust…but I hadn’t done this before. What if I was shit?
“Hey.” Luca grabbed my chin, lifting my head to look up at him. “You really don’t need to do this.”
“I want to.” I bit my lip. It was so hard to open up with Luca, but I was trying. “I’m…nervous. What if I’m bad at it?”
He didn’t laugh at me, just ran his thumb over my lip while smiling gently. “I promise, just feeling your mouth on me will drive me wild. Watch your teeth, and you’ll be fine.”
I nodded, unzipping Luca’s fly. Having watched him get dressed this morning, I’d known he was going commando. A small fact that had driven me so crazy I’d chosen to take a separate car to the airport.
I hadn’t thought keeping a professional distance would be difficult. But knowing what Luca looked like when he came undone was making that impossible.
And the jealousy he’d shown with Marta?
Fuck, I shouldn’t like that. But I did.
Luca could have anyone. Anyone.
But he wanted me.
Stroking his shaft, I studied every inch of it. Like I’d noticed last night, he was…big. Bigger than me, for sure. It wasn’t just the length that had my hole twitching, but the girth. I could only imagine how that would feel pressing against my rim. Stretching me wide, almost to the breaking point.
I couldn’t wait to find out if my imagination was correct.
For now, I’d have to settle for figuring out how to fit him in my mouth.
Tugging his foreskin back to reveal the head of his cock, I leaned forward to run my tongue over him. Luca hissed above me, his hands grabbing my hair.
His reaction made me feel braver. Opening my mouth wider, I took the first few inches into my mouth.
His cock was heavier on my tongue than I’d expected.
My lips were stretched wide already as he filled my mouth.
I ran my tongue around him, experimenting with different pressure and memorising his taste.
Luca was cursing quietly above me. I glanced from under my lashes to see his hooded stare fixed on me. “Perfection.”
Glowing under his praise, I tried to take him deeper. Too fast. His cock bumped against the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex.
Luca used my hair to pull me back off him. “Easy. You don’t need to deep-throat me the first time. Or ever.”
“Porn makes it look so easy.” I swiped at my watering eyes.
Luca’s lips twitched. “Please tell me you’re not basing all your gay knowledge on porn.”
“Where would you prefer me to learn it? From hookups?”
Luca’s expression darkened as his hands tightened in my hair. “Fuck no. You’ll learn everything you need to know from me. No one else.”
Fuck. If I got any harder, I might actually die.
“Wrap your hand around the base,” Luca said huskily. “Jerk me off at the bottom while you wrap your pretty lips around the top.”
Had I ever been called pretty before? I didn’t think so. Wasn’t something I thought I’d like…but Luca being the one to call me that? While I was on my knees for him?
Turned out I liked it a lot.
Doing as he instructed, I fell into an easy rhythm. I alternated between running my tongue over him and sucking until my cheeks were hollow. It wasn’t a tidy blowjob by any stretch of the imagination. Drool ran down my face, mixing with Luca’s precum to drip to the floor.
“Ollie,” Luca gasped, his fingers twitching against my head. He wasn’t controlling my movements, just reminding me that he was there. “That’s so good, baby. Fuck. Yes.”
I doubled down on my efforts, determined to taste him before someone came exploring to find out what was taking so long. Luca didn’t make me wait long, his breath hissing out. “Pull off, or I’ll come in your mouth.”
Butterflies rolled in my stomach at Luca’s thoughtfulness…not a sensation I expected to get while giving another man a blowjob. My hands went to his rear, stopping him from pulling backwards.
Luca gave a low curse as he filled my mouth. I swallowed hastily. It was more bitter than I’d expected but not unpleasant. When he finished, I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, collecting any remaining drops.
Strong hands tugged my hair gently until I was standing. Luca took my mouth hungrily, clearly not caring that I tasted of him. His hand slid down to palm my erection, squeezing it gently through the material.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Mr Weston? It’s time to take your seats for landing.”
Luca squeezed me once more before slipping back a step, eyes full of dangerous promises.
“Later.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Later turned out to be many more hours than either of us had thought. Luca had barely gotten inside the room before I was on him, tackling him to the floor as we attempted to wrestle each other’s clothes off.
When Luca’s naked cock touched my own, I swear I went cross-eyed. If I thought humping against him was good, it was nothing compared to when he spat in his hand and wrapped it around our cocks. He jerked us to completion with nothing more than precum and that bit of saliva.
And it was bliss.
But my favourite time came after. We were in bed, our legs tangled together as we lay facing one another, sharing a pillow. Despite our exhaustion, neither of us could bear to sleep just yet.
I studied the lines on Luca’s face. The hard stubble contrasting with his soft full lips. His long eyelashes I was sure people envied him for. The ever-present crinkles around his eyes that paid testament to how often he smiled and laughed.
He was perfection.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he breathed.
That you’re beautiful. That I can’t remember ever being this happy before. That I can’t imagine a time when I won’t want you.
The end date of the tour loomed big in my mind. Would Luca even want to continue this after? My familiar walls slammed down, and I flinched.
A shadow passed over Luca’s face, something hardening in his eyes. My chest tightened. I knew what Luca wanted from me. I should try and open up. Try and tell him how I was feeling.
But when I opened my mouth, that was not what came out. “Tell me how you and the band met.”
There was a beat of silence while Luca clearly considered whether to push me.
Please, half of me whispered.
Please don’t, the other half screamed.
Fortunately, Luca went with my subject change. “It didn’t happen all at once. Kai and Silas, well, they’d been friends since they were like…thirteen? Twelve? I’m not really sure, but they met when they were young. They lived on the same council estate.”
“You didn’t grow up on the same estate?”
“No,” Luca said. “Thank god. Don’t get me wrong, my estate wasn’t great…neither was Arlo’s. But the one Kai and Silas grew up on…it’s the kind of place that gives council estates a bad name.”
“How did you meet them?”
“College. I met Silas first. We had a class together.”
“Music?”
“No,” he snorted. “Believe it or not, philosophy.”
I pictured the laid-back bassist. I could see Silas debating Plato and Aristotle. Luca though? “Really?”
He dug a bony finger into my ribs, making me squawk. “Hey, I can chat shit as much as the next person.”
I raised an eyebrow at him until he rolled his eyes. “Fine. I needed a fourth subject, and it had the highest pass rate at the college. At the time, I planned on going to university. Like Kai, I knew the best way off the estate was a good education.”
“What would you have studied at uni?” I asked curiously, running a finger down his arm.
“Probably aerospace engineering,” he said. “I’ve always been fascinated by planes, and it’s a well-paid career. That was what was most important to me.”
As someone who’d also grown up in poverty, I understood exactly where Luca had been coming from.
It wasn’t wanting to be rich but wanting to know you had money to cover your bills.
That you’d open the fridge knowing you wouldn’t be confronted with empty shelves.
That if someone invited you out for the day, you wouldn’t need to think up an excuse that wasn’t I can’t afford it.
I gestured at the ridiculously opulent hotel room. “Well, you might not be an engineer, but I think you’ve done okay for yourself.”
His laugh was throaty. “Oh, you can say that again. Honestly, this was never even a thought when we first started playing together. After Silas and I became friends, he invited me to hang out with him and Kai. The two of them used to hang out in Silas’s garage, jamming on their instruments.
When they realised I had a decent singing voice, they roped me into their sessions.
It was…fun. After a while, we used our free periods to book out one of the college’s music rehearsal rooms because we loved it so much. ”
“When did you meet Arlo?”
“It was a total fluke. He was in his final year of secondary and taking a tour of the college. He got separated from the group and found himself in the music building while we were playing. According to him, he watched us for half an hour before building up the courage to knock on the door and ask why we didn’t have a drummer. ”
I grinned at the soft nostalgic light in Luca’s eyes. “I’m guessing he offered himself up as tribute.”
“He did. Before we knew it, we had a fully formed band. Arlo might’ve been two years younger than us, but you’d never have known it. Before long, we were no longer satisfied playing with only walls as our audience. We started busking on street corners and in dingy pubs.”
“And now you’re playing stadiums,” I said, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles. “That’s a hell of a leap.”
“It is,” he agreed, but now his smile was tinged with sadness. “Sometimes I miss those early days. Just four guys hanging out with their instruments. No one else to please or worry about. Just…us.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I’d watched their easy camaraderie on the tour and envied it. But even though their long-standing friendship was obvious, there were clear wedges. The things they’d left unspoken seemed to stand like sentinels between them.
Like the way Kai moved around Silas as if he was his centre of gravity. Or how Arlo and Jack pretended they weren’t constantly watching each other.
I brushed my thumb over Luca’s lower lip, and the quiet sadness in his eyes was immediately replaced by lust.
He rolled on top of me, pinning my wrists to the mattress with his hands.
“Enough talking,” he murmured, nosing along my jaw. “Let’s discover if I know any other ways to make you weak in the knees.”