Chapter 14
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As much as I would’ve liked to spend time with Luca since he’d just gotten back, it wasn’t feasible.
Once Everett was secure behind the walls, Luca holed himself up in his office to try and do damage control and figure out what the fuck was happening.
I went the opposite direction to help Diego and keep him from burying himself in a mountain of work.
We decided to let the guy Leo had taken prisoner stew for the night. Tomorrow, Luca and Skye would confront him, but today needed to be about getting our bearings.
When Luca didn’t show up for dinner, alarm bells began lightly dinging in the backs of our minds.
They weren’t full blast yet—after all, it was only one day—but after last year, we were all on high alert for Luca falling into his old habits.
We’d made a promise to each other that we’d always call him out if he started to put work before everything else.
And in turn, he’d quickly reassure me if my self-doubt ever got the best of me.
So, much later than I would’ve liked, I made a tray of light snacks and cocoa and went to find my Sir.
His office door was partially open, and I leaned against the doorframe, taking him in for a second.
He was wearing his reading glasses, which were a sexy and adorable addition in the last few months.
Luca didn’t think so, but that was only because he wasn’t ready to embrace the silver fox he was becoming.
Me? I was all the fuck about it. He was frowning at his computer screen, hunched over and completely focused, so much so that he didn’t even notice I was standing there.
I hesitated, unsure if I should bother him, but pushed my insecurities down and knocked lightly.
“Sir?” I called out cautiously. “I brought you a snack. I figured you could use a little break.” My tone was light, but by Luca’s grimace, he clearly caught my meaning.
I relaxed a fraction when Luca’s eyes met mine. The little wrinkle between his eyebrows instantly relaxed.
I exhaled. There was nothing to panic about yet.
I was letting my anxiety get the best of me.
Obviously, he had a lot to handle with the Everett situation, and I totally respected that.
With Luca, though, it could be a slippery slope.
Allowing him to lock himself away for one day could easily turn into two, then three, then four, and so on, so I decided to nip it in the bud.
Besides, I was feeling needy and selfish and wanted my Sir.
He smiled warmly at me and pushed away from the desk, holding out his arms. The rest of my nerves evaporated and I happily bounded over—after putting the tray down.
He kissed the top of my head as he wrapped me in his embrace. “Thanks, sweetheart. I could use the pick-me-up; my eyes were starting to hurt.”
I tapped the black frame of his reading glasses. “Is that why you caved and put them on?” Before he’d finally given in to our nagging and gone to the eye doctor, the stubborn man would strain his eyes to the point of getting a migraine rather than admit he needed readers.
Luca made a face before burying his nose in my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access.
“Mm-hmm. And Skye told me I looked like Clark Kent last time he saw me with them on. It may have warmed me up to them.”
I laughed. If Clark Kent joined the mafia, maybe. But if that kept him from being ridiculous about it, then I’d take it.
“Good. You look sexy as fuck, and it keeps you from having migraines. It’s a win-win all around.
” I jerked my head to the desk, where I’d put the cocoa and snacks.
Cooking was still not my thing, but I could make a mean charcuterie board.
I might have gone a little overboard with three different types of cheese cubes, meats, an assortment of crackers and breads, grapes, strawberries, and some dips.
No olives, though, because Luc and I both shared a disgust of those.
Maverick, on the other hand, would eat them by the jar and had even tried to sneak them on pizza—gross.
“Want some, Sir?”
“Please.” I leaned over, which would’ve been easier if Luca didn’t keep hold of my middle, but you wouldn’t catch me complaining, and picked up a cheese cube. Instead of letting me go, he just opened his mouth. Laughing, I popped it in between his teeth.
“Thank you, trouble. You’re too good to me.”
I didn’t like it when he said shit like that. “No, I’m not. I like taking care of you.”
Luca smiled softly. “I know you do. Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything by it.”
I sighed and relaxed into his hold, my way of letting him know I wasn’t upset.
“It’s okay. How’s everything going with this?
” I pointed at the computer screen. “We missed you at dinner.” I felt a little guilty that I hadn’t tried to drag him down, but I had been busy coaxing Diego out of his hole, aka office.
Then Everett had had a bad panic attack, and most of our attention had been on him.
Mav had gone up and forced Luca to eat, but our attention had been spread too thin to do more than that.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, trouble. I didn’t even realize I’d missed it until Mav brought me food. I-I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
I shook my head before turning my face and kissing his arm. “Nah. It’s only been one day. We won’t let you get bad. Today was a lot.”
“Yeah, but I was gone for a bit, and then I went into hiding. I’m sorry. I missed you. I don’t want you to think I didn’t.”
I turned so I was straddling Luca’s lap and cupped his cheeks, enjoying the way his scruff felt against my hands. “I know you did. I missed you, too. I’m glad you and Wes are back. Things never feel right when we’re not all here.”
Luca kissed me, a smile on his lips. “I feel the same. Though”—he nipped at my lip—“I feel like you had something to do with the decor of our bungalow.”
I somehow managed not to laugh and widened my eyes, trying to give the best innocent expression I could manage.
“What?” I dramatically pressed my hand against my chest. “I was here. Literally a whole plane ride away. I could never.”
Luca narrowed his eyes playfully. “I don’t know. If anyone could find a way, it would be you and Skye.”
Not wrong. I just shrugged. “Personally, I thought it suited you.” I might have had nothing to do with the decor, but we had a good laugh when Diego had shown us the pictures. I’d known our bougie man would take issue with it.
There was a dangerous glint in Luca’s eye.
The kind that made me shiver and thicken inside the cage I was wearing.
I had been allowed to take it off for the few days Luca had been gone, to give myself a break, and because that was more a Luc thing than Mav’s.
But I’d put it back on while we’d been waiting for everyone to get home with Everett.
I ground against Luca now, so he felt the hardness of the cage through my pants.
He hissed, pupils dilating. “Do you know what I think suits you, boy?”
Fuck, that tone. It melted my insides, fried my brains, made me nothing but putty in my Sir’s hands.
“N-no, Sir.” I could only imagine what he was thinking.
His thumb traced along my jawline and then over my lips. They parted on their own, without me giving any thought to it. He pushed the digit into the space, heavy on my tongue, but I didn’t move, even if I wanted to badly. My lips stayed parted and I only swallowed, waiting for permission.
“You on your knees, choking on my cock.” He grinned. “I think that suits you just fine, don’t you, trouble?”
“Yessir,” I said around his thumb, careful not to put any pressure on it. He removed it, wiping it on my cheek.
“Well, go on, sweetheart, show me where you belong.”
A tremor ran through my body as I climbed off Luca’s lap and fell to my knees in front of him. Once I was there, I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me, but one raised eyebrow in a “go on” gesture had me springing forward, toward the waistband of his pants.
Luca clicked his tongue, stopping me in my tracks. I raised my eyes to his face and waited.
“No hands, sweet boy.”
Fuck. My shoulders shook with need. I whipped my hands behind my back so fast I thought I was going to dislocate my shoulder. Luca chuckled and fisted my hair, a silent reminder to slow down. I whined at the tug and then stared at him in desperation, ready to get to his dick already.
“Wow, you really are excited. Go on then.”
As soon as he released me, I lunged forward, my teeth catching on the fabric of his pants. Luca was wearing jeans, which made things more difficult, but I was up for the challenge. At least he leaned back in the chair and spread his legs to give me more room.
It took a few tries, but eventually I got the button open. I bit around the zipper next, wasting no time before tugging it open.
I went to work on his underwear next, but Luca stopped me. He lifted his ass off the chair and tugged the fabric down to his knees before falling back. He flashed me an apologetic smile.
“Sorry. I’m losing patience. I need your mouth.”
I huffed a laugh but was knee-walking forward and into his space before he even finished talking.
Because I was a brat, and it had been too long, I didn’t immediately indulge in his length. Burying my nose in his pubic hairs, I inhaled deeply, nearly getting drunk on his heavy scent.
Luca hissed, his fingers curling around the back of my neck. He didn’t pull me back though, so I took that as permission and sucked his balls into my mouth.
He let me play for about thirty seconds before I was pulled off him. He gripped my chin hard, the look in his dark eyes dangerous.
“No more games, boy. Now, open up.”
I barely managed to before he was shoving my head down at the same time as he lifted his hips off the chair, filling my mouth with his thick and heavy cock.
He didn’t stop pushing until his tip was touching the back of my throat. All I could do was relax and wait. I pressed my tongue up against the underside of his dick and hollowed my cheeks, giving him as much suction as I could.
“Fuck. I’ll never get enough of your mouth, trouble. Now, hold on and watch those teeth.”
Luca released his hold on my face and gripped the armrests of his chair.
He pulled out enough that I could manage one panting, desperate breath, that wasn’t nearly enough, before being filled again.
You would think from this angle, Luca wouldn’t have enough leverage to properly fuck my throat, but you’d be wrong.
It was all I could do to hang on and breathe when he allowed it.
Soon, my head got swimmy, and I sank into that feeling.
I stopped fighting for air, stopped fighting the urge to gag.
If that was what Sir wanted, then that was what he would get.
Nothing mattered in that moment but being the best possible cocksucker for Sir that I could be.
I had no idea how long I knelt just like that, drool and precum trailing down my chin, tears running down my cheeks. It could have been minutes or hours. I was fine with either. I would stay there for as long as Sir wanted.
Then, just when I thought I might die with Luca’s cock down my throat, he pulled out. “Tongue out and eyes closed, Brooks.”
Huh? His words made no sense, but I obeyed on instinct, holding my aching jaw open wider, my tongue out, and eyes closed.
I understood why seconds later when Luca grunted, and then his warm, sticky release splashed across my face.
It kept going. Some landed on my forehead and even my hair.
I didn’t move, didn’t try to lick it off or swallow even though I wanted to so fucking badly.
But Sir hadn’t told me to, so I waited like the good boy I sometimes was.
All I could hear was Luca’s pants and the squelching sound of his hand on his dick as he pumped it over and over again, getting the last of his cum out.
“Open your eyes, trouble.”
They blinked open. Luca was standing now, his softening dick directly in front of my eyes. His thick and hairy thighs pulsed from the aftereffects of his release. Fuck, I wanted to bite them, but that would be too much effort.
Luca hauled me to my feet, his strong hands keeping me steady as he sucked his cum right off my tongue.
“Sirrrr,” I whined, so fucking needy, though it probably sounded like gibberish.
He only grinned, closing my mouth with his hand before rubbing his thumb across my release-stained lips.
“Fuck, baby boy. Look at you. You look so slutty like this. So fucking needy. I love seeing you marked as mine. If I could keep you like this all the time, I would.”
It was a lucky thing Luca was holding me up because my knees buckled.
Luca’s eyes trailed down to the wet spot on my pants. He squeezed my desperate, caged dick through the fabric.
“Sir! Please!”
“Ooh. That seems painful.”
Luca had that look in his eyes. The one that said he was feeling a little more sadistic than usual. The one that said he would not take mercy on me. Clucking his tongue, he kissed my salty lips. “C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you in the bath and cleaned up. That should help you calm down.”
Ugh. I’d known that was coming. “You’re evil, Sir.”
Luca only laughed. “Yeah, sometimes. But you love it.”
I really fucking did.