Chapter 16 #2
I whimpered as his hand tightened. He gave a dangerous chuckle. “What’s got you so hot, Ollie? My hand? My dirty words? Or are you imagining the way my cock is going to stretch you wide?”
“All of it,” I gasped, trying to buck into Luca’s grip. “It’s all driving me fucking crazy. Jesus, Luca. Don’t make me wait.”
He shifted his weight to his knees. I was about to protest, but the words died on my tongue as the rough pads of his fingers circled my rim. “How long did you have that plug in?”
“A few hours.”
Luca groaned. “Don’t tell me you were wearing it the whole time I was on stage.”
I stared down at him with hooded eyes. “Yep. Every time I moved, I felt it push against my prostate. When you started thrusting your hips in front of me, I almost fucking fainted just imagining how this would feel.”
“I’ll make it so good, I swear.”
I sat up so I could grab his wrist and pull him in for a kiss. “I know, Luca.”
He kissed me once more before settling back on his knees. His hand pulled back for a second before it returned. The cool lube made me squirm as Luca slid a finger into me. “Fuck, Ollie. You’re so loose already.”
Luca crooked his finger, hitting my prostate dead on. I groaned, my hands digging into the cotton sheets. “I’m ready. I promise.”
“You’re ready when I say you’re ready.” Luca added another finger, scissoring me open. “I’m not risking hurting you. Not for your first time.”
It seemed to take forever before Luca was satisfied, donning a condom before hovering over me. He forced his tongue into my mouth for a dirty, claiming kiss. “How do you want me?”
“Like this,” I panted against his lips.
“It might be better for you to be on top the first ti—”
I clamped a hand over his mouth. “You asked me how I want it. Now follow through.”
He licked my palm, making me reflexively yank my hand back. “Ew.”
“Funny how you don’t say that when I lick you in other places.”
Luca knelt between my thighs. His dark hair was mussed around his head, still damp from the shower. He looked like a fallen angel as he guided the head of his cock to my rim. My whole body instinctively tensed against the intrusion.
“Relax, baby,” Luca murmured, grabbing my flagging erection and stroking it back to life. “Bear down. Let me in.”
Inhaling deeply, I did as he said. I’d had the same issue with the plug earlier. I just needed to get Luca past the first few inches.
Luca was significantly bigger than the plug. Even with the tortoise-like speed he used to ease himself in, I felt like I was being split in two.
Finally, I felt the tight curls at the base of his cock brush against my arse.
“Are you okay?” Luca was leaning over me, studying me with careful eyes. If it wasn’t for how he gritted his teeth, I’d have had no idea how hard it was for him to hold back.
“Yes. Move.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, Luca pulled his hips back. As he sank back in, his cock brushed against my prostate.
I whimpered as the discomfort shifted into something infinitely more pleasurable. “Again.”
Luca repeated the move until I couldn’t hold back my moans. My dick was now hard between us, sticky precum trailing and catching on Luca’s abs as he worked me over.
I’d never felt anything like this before. I could feel Luca everywhere, but somehow it wasn’t enough. My fingers scrabbled against his back, one hand on his arse as I tried to pull. “Harder. Please, Luca.”
Luca’s hair fell over his forehead as he looked down at me. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I hissed, grabbing him and yanking him into me. “Give it to me, Luca.”
With a broken sound, Luca let loose and gave me exactly what I’d asked for. Rough thrusts took me higher as his cock repeatedly brushed over my prostate. The bed banged into the wall so loud that I hoped the hotel had invested in soundproofing.
I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when Luca was making me feel more complete than ever before.
I wanted to tell him. Wanted to share that with him.
But I was so fucking scared. Scared of what might happen if I started to let that emotion pour out. Scared about laying it all out there only to have my heart broken when the tour was over.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped, his eyes tinged with desperation. “I can’t last.”
My hand shot between us. Part of me wanted to savour this feeling of Luca filling me, but I was too close to the edge myself. A few firm tugs had me spilling between us.
My hole clamped around Luca’s cock, and his hips shoved forward ruthlessly a few more times as he shot his load into the condom.
Still gasping, he pulled out of me slowly. I winced, the sensation ten times weirder than when I’d removed the plug. There was no pain, thank fuck. Just a strange…ache. I didn’t mind that.
It was a reminder of how thoroughly Luca had owned me.
While Luca disposed of the condom, I grabbed tissues from the bedside table to wipe myself. By the time I was done, Luca was crawling back onto the bed. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him. Now that his lust was sated, the toll of the show rode him hard.
He collapsed on top of me before stiffening. “Shit, sorry. I’m probably squashing you.”
I wrapped my arms around him firmly before he could move. “Nope. This is perfect.”
He turned his head so he could smile at me. “Was that okay?”
“Okay?” I gave an incredulous laugh. My earlier fear of sharing with him was nowhere to be seen. With all my guards down, I couldn’t help the raw emotion leaking out. “Luca, you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
He said one word before catching my mouth with his.
“Good.”