Chapter 13 #4
“You gonna stay still for me?” Oliver asked as he finally climbed on the bed, dipping his head down, close to Luca’s cock. It twitched helplessly, wanting some kind of friction. But instead, Oliver nuzzled his hip, tongue flicking out and tasting him there.
Luca groaned. He was lost in it: the feel of Oliver’s lips against his skin, the brush of Oliver’s hair on his stomach, the pressure of his own hands around the wood.
“I think,” Oliver mused like he wasn’t driving Luca insane with want, “I’m gonna ride you.
Slide you right in and make you take it at my pace.
Nice and slow.” He pinned Luca with that look, the same one he’d worn the first time they’d met, and the second, too.
The look that had turned him on unbearably then, and still did now.
“And you’re not going to come. Not til I’m good and ready for you to. Not til I do.”
The high-pitched whine that came out of Luca’s throat wasn’t something he even recognized.
But it seemed answer enough for Oliver, because he was leaning over him, grabbing lube and a condom from the drawer, his stomach brushing over Luca’s throbbing cock, giving him for one brief, blissful second the kind of pressure he was desperate for.
Then it was gone, and he could only watch, helplessly, as Oliver slicked up his fingers and reached behind him.
He whined again.
He wanted to see. He wanted to witness every explicit moment of Oliver fingering himself.
But all he could do was lie here and watch as the pleasure flickered over Oliver’s expressive face.
“How many?” he asked, breathlessly.
“Two,” Oliver said, his own voice not quite steady. “One more, and then I’m going to pin you down and fuck you so good you aren’t even going to know your own name.”
“I don’t really know it right now,” Luca admitted with a laugh. And Oliver hadn’t even really touched him yet.
But then Oliver did, unexpectedly dropping down and slipping his flushed cock into his mouth, giving him a hard suck and then another, until Luca was forced to focus on not thrashing, fucking up into the warm wetness.
“Shit,” Luca groaned.
Oliver pulled off, and he wanted to groan again, even louder. “You still good?” he asked, and this time his voice had an unmistakable tremor in it. God, what if he’d fucked himself with the third finger while he’d been sucking Luca off?
His brain whited out at the thought, and only the constant pressure of his hands around the wood kept him in place.
“Yes. I’m good. So good,” he croaked out after a long moment.
Luca watched him tear open the condom. And braced himself for the inevitable pleasure. He was so sensitive now, only his strength of will keeping him from pushing up into Oliver’s touch. From wallowing in the feel of him.
But he was taking what Oliver was giving him.
That was all.
“That’s it, baby, take it,” Oliver crooned to him as he swung a leg over his chest and then there was indescribable pressure, unbearable pleasure, as his cock began to slip into Oliver’s body.
He braced his hands on Luca’s chest and trembled as he took him all the way down.
By the end, it was Luca who was shaking. It was so good, so overwhelming. He wanted nothing else but to reach out and take Oliver. Touch him. Be the hand that was working his cock as he worked his body down onto Luca’s dick.
But he didn’t, because he’d said he wouldn’t. Because when Oliver had asked, he’d said he could.
Truthfully, more than he wanted to touch, he wanted to be good for Oliver. Keep his promise. Let him do whatever he wanted and take it.
“Shit,” Oliver breathed out as he began to thrust down. “God, you feel so good.”
Luca wanted to agree, because the pleasure was overwhelming, but he couldn’t think about the hot, tight clasp of Oliver’s body, so warm and so slick, because if he did, he’d come. He was that close. And he couldn’t. Not until Oliver told him he could.
Not until after Oliver had gotten everything he wanted out of him.
It was the only thought he could hold on to as Oliver used him. Took everything he needed.
Good, good, good, he chanted to himself as Oliver threw his head back and groaned, fucking him slow and steady.
“Yeah, baby, you’re so good. The goddamn best,” Oliver panted, and Luca realized he was babbling all of this out loud.
It was one hundred and eighty degrees different from all the dignified, choreographed sex he’d had in the past. Restrained and skillful. This was real and sweaty and desperate.
“I wanna touch you,” Luca begged.
“But,” Oliver said with a wild grin, “you wanna be good more. I know, baby. It’s so hot.”
“So hot,” Luca croaked as finally Oliver began to ride him harder. He could see himself disappearing, flushed and wet into Oliver’s body and it might’ve been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Tying with the way Oliver threw his head back and groaned as he stroked his cock.
“I’m gonna come,” Oliver cried out.
But he hadn’t given Luca permission and so he gritted his teeth together and just watched as Oliver’s face went blank with ecstasy, his body contracting around Luca’s cock in one mesmerizing pulse after another.
Painting his way up Luca’s chest. Each stripe of come landing on him felt like a brand.
Like he’d feel them forever, every time he closed his eyes.
Then Oliver blinked and nodded. “You wanna come?”
Luca couldn’t quite comprehend it, for a second. Then . . . “Yes, God, yes please. Let me, please.”
“Then come, baby,” Oliver said, leaning forward, and Luca couldn’t help himself.
He thrust up once and then twice and nearly screamed as his orgasm overtook him.
It felt like it went on forever, his hips moving over and over like they couldn’t possibly stop.
No doubt Oliver was overstimulated and maybe it was even hurting a little as Luca’s orgasm roared through him, but he didn’t flinch.
Didn’t make him stop. Just talked him through it, telling him how beautiful he was, how hot he was, how much Oliver cared about him.
Finally, it ended. Luca felt flushed and distant. Felt the brush of Oliver’s hands as he loosened his grip on the wood slats one finger at a time. As he slipped Luca’s cock out of himself.
Felt the damp washcloth as Oliver cleaned up his chest.
Then he was cuddling up next to him, the heat of his body slowly bringing him back one breath at a time.
“You good?” Oliver asked.
Luca’s eyes opened, looked into his intent gaze.
“Yeah, yeah,” he croaked. “Never been better.”
“You enjoyed that,” Oliver stated rather than asked.
“So did you,” Luca retorted. But his voice was so sweet. Had he ever sounded like this? He wasn’t sure.
But whatever change Oliver had wrought inside him, it felt like a miracle. His own personal miracle.
Changing him from a cold, remote, distant statue into a real, flesh-and-blood man.
A man who felt things he’d never imagined he would until now.
Until Oliver.