Chapter 28
Luca
“Mon Papillon? Where are you? We have to go.”
Yesterday Noah got a call from his father. After five minutes of silence on his end, he ended the call with a strained, “Yes, Father” and flung his phone onto the bed.
When I don’t get a reply, I know where he is—on the bench in our garden. It’s kind of his safe place, and I love that he found a place of his own here in this big house with all these people. Noah sees me coming from a distance and stands up. “I’m coming.”
“What’s so important today?”
“My mother’s birthday.” Oh, that sounds like a big gathering.
“And as a gift, you’re bringing your boyfriend along unannounced?”
A brief grin flits across his face before he answers seriously.
“I couldn’t imagine a better day to come out.
” Noah’s tone is sharp and he raises his eyebrows defiantly.
“I’m done with my parents’ games. Either they can accept who I am, or they leave me alone once and for all, so I never have to see them again. ”
The estate is more sprawling than my fathers’, the houses comparable in size, though this one looks like an old French manor. Probably family-owned for generations. My fathers had our house built from scratch.
Noah rings the old doorbell and waits. “Don’t you have a key?”
“No one has a key. We have staff for that.”
Or maybe not, because the woman who opens the door with a stern look bears a striking resemblance to the man next to me.
“Noah, you’re late.” With those words, she turns around and struts off in heels that are at least three inches high. Wow, what a warm welcome, but Noah only snorts and looks up at me.
“My mom, just in case it wasn’t obvious.”
“We’re not late.”
“I know. She knows, too, by the way. Let’s go inside.” With an uncertain look, Noah holds out his hand to me, and I grab it immediately. I’m certainly not leaving him alone here in this shark tank.
Even from a distance, I hear the voices of many people talking, laughing, and filling the room. Once more I tug at the collar of my dark red shirt and the matching tie.
“Don’t worry, you look handsome.”
“This isn’t going down well, is it?”
Noah laughs briefly. “Of course not.”
“Whatever you need, mon Papillon, I’m here.”
The room falls silent the moment Noah steps through the door, and I count the seconds. I’m at five when the whispering begins and the first glances fall on our clasped hands. I’ve never felt so unwelcome in my entire life, and that’s saying something.
Noah grips my hand a little tighter, then walks purposefully toward his mother. “Joyeux anniversaire, Maman.”
No hug, no handshake, she doesn’t even smile at her only child.
Why does she even want him to attend the party if she so obviously doesn’t value his company?
My guess is she likes putting him on display, and parading him around.
I’m standing next to him and my heart breaks.
Now I understand why Noah doesn’t want any contact with his parents.
“What is that?” Her gaze is frozen on our hands.
Noah lifts his head, his gaze steady and unyielding, only his voice vibrating slightly.
“That’s Luca. Luca Delfosse.” A murmur ripples through the room, the name Delfosse still known in circles like these and too rare to be a coincidence. “He’s my boyfriend.”
“No.” Her hand slaps Noah’s cheek so fast, I think she’s surprised herself. But she recovers quickly. “Not in my house. He can leave.”
“I’m not staying without him, Maman. If he has to leave, I’m going with him, and I won’t be coming back.” I kiss the back of his hand tenderly, and Noah closes his eyes for a moment.
It’s dead silent, you could hear a pin drop, everyone’s eyes are on Noah’s mother.
“You know your way to the door.” With those words, she turns around and stops next to a tall man her age, his gaze just as cold as hers.
I’m not surprised anymore that Noah is as insecure as he is, that he has so little self-esteem.
How is one supposed to love oneself when the people who should love you unconditionally don’t even have a smile to spare? We need to leave.
“Come on, let’s go. We’re not welcome here.”
Noah is silent on the way home. “It’s not your fault, Noah. If they can’t see how amazing you are, that’s on them, not on you.”
He looks at me sadly. “Is that so? Then why do they have so many friends and I have no one?”
“You have me.” He wants to argue with me, but he closes his mouth and looks back at the road. Maybe it’s better that way, he’s driving after all.
Back in my room, I pull him into my arms. “What do you need? You can have anything you want.”
“Distract me. No matter how, just make me stop thinking about what happened.” Oh, I can do that.
I undress him, piece by piece, until he is naked in front of me. “Kneel on the bed.”
He looks at me questioningly but obeys my request. “Ass up.” I lie down on the bed smoothly and position my face directly beneath him.
“Luca…?”
“Come down a little closer to me, I can’t quite reach you.” He squirms. This is way out of his comfort zone, I can tell. “Relax, let go, this is going to be good. I know what I’m doing.”
With those words, I take one of his balls between my lips.
“Oh fuck! Ah! Oh my God!”
“Good or really good?”
“So good. Ah!” Noah’s head falls back, and damn, he’s so hot when he loses himself completely in my touch. With a perfect view of his hole, I watch his muscle move. Open and close, as if searching for something.
We’ve never talked about anal sex or ass play; if I cross a line, I hope he’ll tell me, but I can’t hold back.
Without applying any pressure, I run my finger over his hole and Noah moans.
“Yes. Please.” Did I hear that right? “Please.”
Okay, there it was again. He wants this. “Have you ever done this before? To yourself?”
“Yes.” That’s enough for me to take as consent, and I reach for the lube I’d tossed somewhere on the bed.
As soon as I touch Noah with my wet finger, he pauses.
He isn’t tense, I can feel that, he’s attentive, as if he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this.
My fingertip presses against his muscle, and I expect resistance, but Noah sinks down without hesitation, my finger deep inside him.
I twist my finger to reach his prostate, and I know immediately when I’m in the right spot. He cries out and moves his hips up and down, fucking my finger. Time to add a second one.
A bit awkwardly, I reach for his cock, and Noah moans again.
“Fuck, that’s so good. I want to come, but I don’t want it to be over.”
“Come, mon Papillon, we can do this again anytime.”
“Yeah?” His speech is slurred, his breathing irregular.
“Come for me.” And with those words, Noah explodes in my hands, his ass tightening around my fingers, and fuck, what I’d give if that could be my cock.
His length pulses in my hand, cum splattering onto my stomach, and damn it, I want to come too.
Involuntarily, my hips thrust upward, fucking the air with no hope of release.
Exhausted, Noah slumps forward and… Oh, maybe not from exhaustion after all. My cock slides into his mouth, his lips closing tightly around my length, and with every thrust of mine, his tongue plays with my glans. Fuck, this is pro-level shit, I’m so deep.
Faster than expected, my orgasm builds, and without any warning at all, my body throws me into a sea of endorphins.
“Come here. Please come to me.” Smiling, he lets himself fall into my open arms, and together we come down from our high. “Are you a bottom?”
“Yes.” Noah’s answer comes too quickly to be a new revelation.
“That sounds like you’ve known for a while.”
“I’ve obviously never had anal sex, but in my fantasies I’m always the bottom.”
“Do you want to make your fantasy come true?”
A fire burns in Noah’s eyes—no uncertainty, only boundless desire. “Yes.”