Chapter 41
Noah
Returning to campus after a year is harder than I thought.
Everyone is staring at me as if they know what I’ve done.
At least that’s how it feels, and I’d love to dig a hole in the ground and hide in it.
Luca next to me is holding my hand tightly, not letting go, and I’m glad I don’t have to walk this path alone.
We both have an oral exam today, followed by another oral and two written exams over the next two weeks.
Since we attended all the classes last year and only missed the exam period, the university allowed us to just make up the exams. That gave me more time for my therapy and rehab sessions, which I both desperately needed.
When I don’t have to run, you can hardly tell I’m impaired just by the way I walk. Unless it’s scorching hot like today and I’m wearing shorts, then you can see my brace.
“Luca!” A bright voice echoes across the plaza in front of the psychology building, and a young woman hurries toward us. She was in our class, but I can’t remember her name.
“Florence, hey, nice to see you. Everything okay with you?” Ah, of course Luca knows her name, and of course he gives her a hug.
“I should be asking you guys that. You just disappeared last year, like you’d vanished off the face of the earth. No one was allowed to tell us anything. Hi, Noah. Oh, what’s wrong with your leg?” I wave uncertainly and am glad when Luca answers.
“Noah was in a serious car accident. The rehab was very long, but we’re back.”
“That’s terrible. So happy nothing worse happened to you.
Hey, it’s great to have you back. I’d love to keep chatting, but I have to go.
Let’s get together and go out for a drink sometime.
Valentin would definitely love to come along, he’s been asking about you guys a lot.
We’ll text!” Valentin? About the two of us? I seriously doubt that.
“What does Florence have to do with Valentin?”
“They’re siblings. Florence is our age, and Valentin is two years older.” Older? Oh my God, thank goodness I never had to guess his age. I would’ve been way off. “I met Valentin through Florence.”
“Did you have a thing with her too?” I don’t remember seeing any photos online, but it’s been a while now, so my memory might be a bit fuzzy.
“Florence and me?” Luca laughs. “I love it when you’re jealous, mon Papillon. Don’t worry, nothing ever happened. That’s why she still talks to me, you know?”
He winks at me cheekily and pulls me into his arms. “Come on, let’s get ourselves a hot chocolate first.”
We’ve been together for over a year, last week marked the anniversary of my accident.
He’s been through so much shit with me, I no longer doubt his love.
I don’t need to understand what he sees in me, it’s enough that he knows.
Luca himself says I was the first person who was interested in him as a person, not just in the “I was fucked by Luca Delfosse”-trophy.
I was the first person who didn’t put on a show to please him, I was real.
“Let’s go in. I’m up in half an hour.”
We both pass the exam with the expected A. I actually studied for it, but I highly doubt Luca did. He probably skimmed through the notes once, though I don’t know when. I still have physical therapy twice a week and psychotherapy once a week, so those were his only free times.
“Can we go home?” I don’t want to stay on campus any longer. There’s too much of a risk of running into someone I don’t feel like seeing.
“I have a better idea. There are so many people at home, and I’d really love to be alone with you.” Then he leans in and whispers in my ear. “I love it when you scream for me.”
Oh God, why is he doing this? He’s such a tease—I can’t believe he’s torturing me in public. I’m bright red and rock hard. Fantastic.
We get to my apartment as quickly as possible, trying our damnest to keep our hands to ourselves until we have some privacy. The minute we slam the front door shut, Luca rips my clothes off. T-shirt, pants, boxers, everything lies on the floor, forming a trail to the bathroom.
Even when we don’t have anal sex, we almost always shower before we get started. It helps me relax better.
We have our routine. Nothing feels strange anymore when he inserts the anal douche nozzle. This would be a no-go for many couples and I get that, but we still have no other choice, and I’m just grateful that Luca handles our situation so easily.
Just like with the fact that without my brace, I’d actually need a crutch to get from the shower to the bedroom. Since we don’t have one here, he hoists me over his shoulder without hesitation and carries me. “I love that you’re so small and light and I can do whatever I want with you.”
“What do you want to do?” My glasses are still in the bathroom, and I can only make out outlines and shadows. Right now, I can’t see him at all.
“Ah!” I cry out as he pushes my left leg up to my chest and runs his tongue over my hole. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
I love it when he loosens me up with his tongue. My nerve endings react completely differently than they do to his fingers. I lose all sense of time and space as his tongue circles my hole and pushes its way through the muscle with gentle thrusts.
“Do you want to come like this, or do you want my cock?” That’s a pointless question as nothing is better than Luca’s cock in my ass.
Just the feeling of him entering me, slowly filling me up.
When he glides over my prostate, getting faster and harder because he can’t control himself anymore, using my body for his own lust and pleasure.
I love it when he flips me onto my stomach, when my cock slides across the mattress with every hard thrust.
Fuck, I’m coming hard, pressing my face into the pillow beneath me so I don’t give the neighbors the best show at half past three in the afternoon. My ass tightens, holding Luca captive until he, too, groans and pulses inside me.