Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Dean
I couldn’t help myself.
I rolled my hips and deliberately rocked against him, my hard shaft matching his.
“Kvrat.”
I nuzzled into his neck. “Do you do this a lot? Swear, I mean.” I managed to keep my tone teasing, and his low chuckle told me I’d hit the right note.
Then I slid my hand under his sweater, encountering warm, bare skin, and Luka moaned into the kiss.
Every noise he made went straight to my dick, a thing I hadn’t thought possible, but the evidence was tenting my jeans.
I reached higher, and he gasped when my fingers brushed over his nipple.
In a heartbeat, he released me, grabbed hold of his sweater, and tugged it up and over his head before dropping it onto the floor.
I didn’t hesitate. I bent down and kissed the proud little nub, then flicked it with my tongue.
Luka’s eyes rolled back, and he cupped the back of my head, keeping me there. “Neprestávaj.”
I knew that one already.
“We keep this up, and by the time the Games are over, I’ll be fluent in Velkaran,” I murmured against his chest, before taking his nipple between my teeth and tugging gently on it.
Luka lurched backward, taking me with him, and a second later we landed on the bed. He stilled for the briefest moment, as though the reality of where we’d just landed had caught up with him, but then I kissed him, slow at first, my hand sliding from his neck down over his chest.
I couldn’t stop touching him, reveling in the feel of smooth, warm skin, the ridges of muscle beneath my fingertips, the curve of his pecs.
I was touching Luka, and it felt right.
He couldn’t lie still.
“Wait.” I drew back enough to look at him.
His brow tightened at once. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I said, already reaching for him again, my hand settling at his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath my fingers. “No, not even close. For a first time, you’re…” I huffed a quiet breath. “You’re doing more than fine. I think we both are.”
That earned me a flicker of a smile, quick and uncertain.
“But I think I could be doing better,” I murmured.
He frowned. “How?”
“In a way you can help with.” I kept my tone light, even as my hand drifted lower again. “I’m starting to realize there are some gaps in my education. Specifically… Velkaran.”
His eyes narrowed. “That is not a language you need.”
“Oh, I disagree.” I leaned in, brushing my mouth against his. “I think it could be very useful. So maybe you should teach me.”
“What words?” I caught the note of suspicion.
I kissed him again, slower this time, letting it linger before I pulled back enough to meet his eyes.
“Let’s start simple,” I said quietly. “Lips.”
Color rose instantly, staining his cheeks. “Oh. Yes.”
“Yeah,” I murmured. “Feels like one I should probably know.”
He gave me the word under his breath.
I stared at him. “That wasn’t a real word. That sounded more like a sneeze.”
Luka’s eyes widened for a second, and then he said it again. I repeated it back to him.
Badly.
Laughter tumbled from him. “That is not correct.”
“Hey,” I said in mock indignation. “I’m learning, remember?”
“You are not learning. You are improvising.”
I rolled my eyes. “Same thing.”
“It is absolutely not the same thing.”
The tension hadn’t disappeared, but it had loosened, enough that he settled back into the mattress instead of holding himself rigid.
“Again,” I said.
This time he corrected me properly, slower, breaking the word apart, guiding me through it. I followed, closer now, repeating it until it resembled something almost recognizable.
“That is… acceptable,” he said, although the corner of his mouth gave him away.
“High praise,” I said, my hand drifting lower, pausing long enough to feel his reaction before I moved again. “What’s next?” My fingers reached his nipple.
He hesitated longer this time before giving me the word, and when I repeated it, his breath caught, his composure slipping enough to make my chest tighten.
We kept going like that, slow and deliberate, each word pulling something new out of him, each repetition less careful, less structured. The color in his face deepened, his breathing uneven now, his control no longer something he was holding perfectly in place.
By the time my hand reached the waistband of his pants, I paused, watching him.
“We’re getting into advanced vocabulary now.”
His gaze flicked to mine, unsteady. “You are enjoying this.”
“A little,” I admitted, sliding a finger beneath the fabric.
My heart lurched.
This is getting real.
The shocker was that I was okay with that. Sure, I was dealing with my own set of nerves, but underneath it all, this was heady as fuck and I wanted more.
His breathing hitched sharply. “I do not think you need to learn everything,” he said, the words breaking up.
“Oh, I think I do.” I shifted up again, catching his mouth, and this time he met me without hesitation or restraint.
“Mostly,” I murmured against his lips, “because I really like how you react when I get it wrong.” Then I went back to his pants, trailing a finger along the stony length of his dick that fought for release from its fabric prison.
Luka was hard—for me—and that lit a fire inside me.
He lay so still that I had to check we were still together on this.
“You’re not stopping me.”
“No,” he said, swallowing.
“And what do you call this?” Another light touch on his erection.
When he said it, barely above a whisper, I didn’t repeat it immediately. I simply looked at him, letting the moment stretch.
Then I said it back, perfectly.
Luka’s pupils were huge.
He grasped my hand around the wrist and brought it to his crotch, his breathing ragged.
This time, neither of us laughed.
“I didn’t see this coming,” I admitted, my voice cracking a little. I could feel the warmth of him through the soft fabric, how his cock jerked at my touch.
“Can you not mention that last word? Not yet, at least.”
I chuckled. “I’m talking about the fact that when I pictured being at the Olympics, having my hand on another man’s dick wasn’t in the plans.”
“If I can be technical? You are touching my pants.”
“Well, we’d better remedy this right away.” I grasped his pants and eased them over his hips, his cock rising to greet me, stiff and flushed. I smiled. “Do you always forget your underwear?”
His cheeks were almost glowing. “I showered after practice, and…”
Then it hit me. “You were serious about the not waiting part.”
“Can you get to the part where I am wearing no clothes, please?”
I took his mouth in a heated kiss. “I like that you said please,” I whispered against his lips. Then I went back to removing his pants, and finally he lay on my bed, naked and hard.
I stripped off my top and jeans, until only my briefs were left. Then I lay at his side, my head resting against his shoulder as I slid my hand over his chest, his taut belly that quivered as my fingers skated over it. I focused on his eyes, resisting the lure of his cock.
Mom had taught me it was impolite to stare, and I knew I’d be doing a lot of that.
Luka turned his face toward me, and our mouths met in a slow, sweet kiss. I moved my hand lower, meeting the light fur on his inner thighs. Luka’s breathing hitched.
A moment of hesitation, and then my fingertips found warm, silken skin.
Luka’s dick twitched, and I stroked it, rubbing my thumb over the head.
“Dean,” he whispered.
I kissed him again, swallowing each low noise as I traced the underside of his cock with a single finger, keeping the touch barely there.
I still can’t believe this is real.
I grabbed his thigh and spread him wide, resting it against my own before exploring his soft sac. Luka’s dick tapped his belly, and I curled my fingers around its girth, kissing him, Luka tilting his hips to push the warm, solid flesh through the funnel of my hand.
“It… it feels good.” His voice shook.
“Yeah, it does.” What got to me, however, was the sound of his breathing, so loud in the quiet room, the way he writhed, unable to keep still, the way his lips sought mine. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking my thigh against his ass, from kissing him, stroking him, connecting us.
Luka hooked his thigh over me, and now I couldn’t stop moving either. I pushed my own rigid shaft against his leg, working his dick with faster, firmer strokes, unable to resist the call of his lips, loving the whimpers that escaped him. Except now my harsh breaths mingled with his.
Luka brought his hand to my cheek. “Please…”
I kissed a path down his body, until the head of his cock was maybe an inch away. I shifted lower on the bed, curved my fingers around the root, and took him into my mouth.
His dick was warm, silky, and nothing like I’d imagined.
Luka’s groan was instant, and I took him a little deeper, flicking the head with my tongue, doing everything I knew to drive him wild.
I tugged on his balls, playing with him the way no one ever did enough with me.
I rubbed his taint, and his moans intensified as my fingers inched closer to his hole.
I went right back to kissing him, my hand in constant motion on his shaft.
“You wanna keep going?” I asked between kisses.
His gaze met mine. “Yes.” Then he pulled me into a fervent kiss, his chest rising and falling faster now. When he pulled back, his eyes were darker, more focused than I’d ever seen them. “Dean…”
The way he said my name this time that made me still.
“Yeah?”
He hesitated, his hand tightening where it rested against me. “Can I ask you something?” His voice was quieter, more careful.
“Yeah, you can ask me anything.”
He held my gaze for a second longer. “Would you…” He swallowed. “Would you lick my… hole?”
It took me a second to process it. “Oh.” It was all I could manage. Then I went with humor. “You sure you have the right word? Do we need a translation app?”
Luka’s expression shifted in a heartbeat, and I felt him retreating.
Dammit, Dean.
“Hey,” I said softly. “It’s okay. I said you could ask, right?” I managed a smile. “You kinda took me by surprise. I just didn’t expect… that.” I took a breath.