White Noise Bonus Scene
OLLIE
“Seriously, can’t you wait until we get upstairs?”
“Nope,” I said, continuing to press kisses along his neck as I tore his shirt open from behind.
Luca went through more shirts than hot dinners, and it was only my fault about eighty per cent of the time.
The rest was definitely down to him. It wasn’t just me who was impatient to get to the bedroom.
Sometimes you couldn’t let little things like buttons get in your way.
“You can’t eye-fuck me from the stage and then expect me to wait. ”
Luca groaned from the staircase. We’d made it halfway up, his arse bobbing temptingly in front of me, before I tackled him. Now he was on his knees facing the stairs, his forearms propping him up.
“I eye-fuck you from the stage every night,” he panted, writhing under my touch.
For all his protesting, he was quick to stand up and let me pull down his trousers…and just as quick to return to his former position.
“And you should’ve learned by now that this is what happens,” I said, my hand finally free to grab his cock. “You’re the one who made me this way, Luca. You’ve only got yourself to blame.”
“Fuck, you’re right. I don’t even hate myself for it.”
I chuckled as I stroked his shaft a few times. “Seriously though, we can go upstairs if you’d prefer.”
He grinned at me over his shoulder, shaking his arse in my direction. “Nah. We’ve done it up against the front door, on the hallway floor, against the wall, and in a lift. Twice. We may as well add stairs to the list.”
I grabbed the lube I’d stashed in my back pocket earlier that evening. “Not sure if this is more or less dangerous than the lift.”
“Depends on whether you make us fall down or not. Imagine having to explain that to the fans. Sorry, all future tour dates have been postponed because I decided to fuck Luca on the stairs.”
“Your headlines are still too wordy.” I lubed up my fingers. “Best stick with the career you’ve got and leave the journalism up to me.”
“Hurry up,” Luca said. “Now you’ve put the idea of sex in my head, it’s all I can think about.”
“Do you honestly ever think about anything else?”
He gave me that sultry smirk, the one that had fans fainting in the audience. “Not when you’re in the room, no.”
I leaned forwards to kiss the smirk off his face, my heart full to bursting. Never in a million years would I have expected that getting into a lift would lead to this.
But fuck, was I glad it had.
Just as eager as Luca, I got to work prepping him. I had it down to a tee now, Luca having given me many opportunities to practise my skills.
We both bottomed pretty equally, often flipping halfway through sex, but when Luca had spent hours winding me up from the safety of the stage, we both knew how the night would end.
With me buried deep inside him.
“Now,” Luca panted. “Fuck me, Ollie.”
Removing my hand, I circled the head of my cock against his hole. “Where’ve your manners gone?”
“Pl—” The word ended on a gasp as I pushed inside him. My breath caught in my chest, my pulse racing as his tight heat pulsed around me. We’d done this hundreds of times now, but I never got over the feeling of being inside Luca.
Luca moaned loudly as I sank in, inch by careful inch. I was grateful our house was detached. Otherwise, we’d definitely be in trouble with the neighbours.
Finally, I was fully seated. Luca was panting beneath me, his eyes glassy as he looked back over his shoulder.
“Okay?” I asked, rubbing my hand over his back.
“Yes,” he whimpered. “Need it. More.”
I couldn’t say no to him. Spreading my thighs wider, I used Luca’s hips as an anchor while I started to pump in and out.
“That’s it,” Luca hissed. “Right there.”
He was leaning on a step above his head, using it to push back against me. Fuck, this man drove me wild.
I felt my control begin to slip. I was rushing towards that high, desperate to fall over the edge.
I fucked Luca faster, adjusting my position slightly to hit his prostate. His moans were replaced by a high-pitched whine, telling me I’d found it.
Luca’s shoulder muscles were flexing as he stroked himself furiously. Normally I’d insist on doing it for him, but I didn’t actually want us to fall down the stairs. I needed both my hands for balance.
The carpet was burning my knees, but I was beyond caring. If anything, the pain was taking me higher. Nothing could stop me now. Not with Luca coming apart beneath me.
My moans were intermingling with Luca’s, both of us making so much noise it was almost deafening. He had to come first. He had to. I wanted to feel it. Wanted him to send me over the edge.
Just when I didn’t think I could hold back another moment, Luca came. His hips stuttered, his hole clamping around my cock.
Thank fuck. I let my own orgasm rush through me, pounding my release into him mercilessly.
“Jesus,” Luca wheezed as I collapsed against his back. “Didn’t think you could top the lift, but you sure gave it your best effort.”
I chuckled against his skin, my own breath sawing in and out. “It’s all you, baby. You’ve unleashed something in me.”
“Good, because there’s never going to be anybody else. For either of us.”
“No,” I agreed, kissing my way up his spine. “Never.”