Chapter 23
Noah
I wake up with a hand on my stomach and warm breath on my back. Basically nothing new, except I’m completely naked. No socks, no boxers, nothing.
For a brief moment, I want to jump out of bed and get dressed as quickly as possible, but then the memories of last night come flooding back.
Luca’s hands on my skin, passionate kisses raining down on me everywhere and his gaze fixed with mine.
He wanted me, all of me, including my pale skin and freckles, slim build and glasses.
What if he doesn’t want me anymore this morning? Maybe I should just leave and spare myself the rejection. Our term paper is almost done. We worked quickly, and we could sort out the rest via email.
I slide forward a little, cautiously. “Stop thinking and slide back over to me.” Caught off guard, I freeze solid. Why can’t I ever just relax? “Or do you need to pee? Then of course you can get up.”
“No, I don’t need to pee.”
“Then why are you so far away?” His fingertips are barely grazing my back, and he doesn’t sound thrilled about the distance.
My stomach feels warm. I turn around and slide a little closer, not too much though, I don’t want to force myself on him.
After all, I am naked, and despite the dim light from the aroma lamp, I can’t see anything without my glasses.
I hear Luca’s breathing and turn my gaze in that direction, hoping not to completely miss him.
When a hand touches my cheek, I flinch in surprise. “It’s just me. You didn’t see me. Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll get your glasses, give me two seconds.”
That’s sweet, isn’t it? That he’s making such an effort and caring for me. My heart beats a little faster. He doesn’t want to get rid of me, at least not right here and now. “Watch out, glasses coming.”
My world clears up again and there he is. With his typical gentle smile that takes away all my nervousness. “Good morning, mon Papillon. How did you sleep?”
Casually he brushes my hair off my forehead. He could pull me toward him passionately, but he doesn’t. “Come to me?”
“But I’m naked.” And hard. From a little cheek caress and a look into his blue eyes, as if I were thirteen.
“And that’s supposed to scare me off now?” No idea. Yes? Probably? Decisively, he pulls my hips against his.
“Oh, fuck.” He’s just as hard as I am, only he’s wearing a pair of boxers.
“Is that morning wood or is that for me?” I roll my eyes and Luca rolls his hips.
“Ahh.” Fuck, that feels good. Why does it feel so good, and why does Luca know exactly what to do? I’m putty in his hands, with no control left over my body, which arches and seeks friction.
“Fuck, Noah, what are you doing to me?” In one swift motion, he flips us over. For a moment, I don’t understand what’s happening to me, then I’m lying beneath him and Luca’s large, heavy body is pressing me into the mattress.
“Can I take my clothes off? Fuck, please say yes, I want to feel you. Your cock on mine, I want to feel you come.” Never in my life would I have expected someone to talk to me like this, to look at me like this, with dilated pupils and red spots on his pale skin.
That someone would crave to feel my touch, my body, so much.
I would’ve never dared to even dream that this someone was as hot as Luca.
And even though I’m scared, I can’t say no, my desire is greater than my fear, and I nod.
Luca jumps up immediately and makes short work of the piece of fabric around his waist. With wide eyes, I watch as a monster of a cock springs out of his briefs and he reaches for the tube of lube on his nightstand. Fuck, how is that ever going to fit in my ass?
And what gives me the right to assume Luca is a top? I hope he is, what a waste if he doesn’t use that massive cock. I’m a bottom. I’ve known that since I first watched porn. The idea of someone fucking me hard turns me on so badly.
At least, the thought of it does. In reality, I struggle to let anyone touch me at all, to trust that Luca won’t make fun of me afterward once he’s gotten what he wanted.
“Are you okay?” He slowly lowers himself onto me, and only after I say “yes” does he start grinding his hips.
His cock slides over mine, and damn, the lube feels good.
Loud moans from the both of us fill the room.
With greedy kisses, Luca explores my shoulder, my neck, and my mouth.
Everything intensifies, becomes more urgent, including his sounds and his movements.
No inhibitions anymore, no more restraint. He loses himself in my body, in me.
With a mixture of disbelief and excitement, I soak up every sound, memorize every touch and every movement, in case I won’t ever experience something like this again. “You have to come. I can’t hold out much longer. Fuck, you’re so hot.”
His words are like a spell, my climax is within reach, and yet Luca is faster.
“Shit, I can’t hold back anymore, ah!” With a loud scream, his orgasm bursts out of him. Hard and fast, he rubs his cock against mine until I, too, see nothing but stars and my world explodes in bliss.
When I open my eyes again, Luca is still lying on top of me, our cocks limp between us. His fingers glide gently over my cheek and through my hair. He likes doing that, and I love it, because this little touch is so much more than just sex. “That was wow.”
Grinning, he repeats my words from yesterday, and fuck, my heart is pounding so much louder than it should. I really tried to stop it, but I’m not made of stone, damn it. He makes it so damn easy for me to like him. And more.