Chapter 16 #2
His gaze sharpened. “Why?”
There was no accusation in it, just a raw honesty that hit me hard.
I bit my lip. “Well, apart from it blowing the whole ‘let’s go slow’ argument all to hell…” He flushed. I rubbed his belly in leisurely circles. “I guess mostly because I know you’ve never done any of this before.”
“I haven’t.” His voice didn’t waver now. “Not with another person.” I blinked, and he flushed even deeper. “That does not mean I have not… learned.”
Getting caught off guard was fast becoming a habit. “Okay,” I said slowly.
“In the last week, I have had a room to myself. No roommate. No one monitoring what I access. No restrictions.” He gave a shy smile. “I have been… curious.”
I stared at him for a second, and then I let out a wry chuckle. “Yeah, I’m getting that.”
There was still a faint flush across his cheekbones, but he didn’t look away.
“I do not know what I am doing,” he said, simply. “But I know what I want to feel.”
I cupped his cheek. “Okay.”
His breath caught again. “Okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t ever done that, but you know what? We don’t have to get it perfect. We’ll just… figure it out as we go.”
I watched the tension seep from his body.
“And if I ask for something, you will tell me if it is too much?”
I smiled at that. “Yeah, I will.” I paused. “And you can tell me the same.”
Luka melted into my touch, and he kissed me, his arms looped around my neck. When he broke away, he looked me in the eye. “So… how do we…”
I laughed. “You tell me, Mr. Expert. Because when it comes to this, it seems you know more than I do.”
It wasn’t totally true—I knew what rimming was—but I’d never had the opportunity to experience it for myself. And seeing how my words seemed to fill him with confidence?
Yeah, I felt about ten feet tall.
Luka knelt up, turned to face the headboard, knees wide, and I was staring at a tight pucker for the first time in my life. He twisted his upper body, watching me, lips parted.
For a moment there I stayed still, drinking in the sight.
His breathing caught. “Is it… are you…”
I stroked his downy asscheek. “Just taking a minute here.” I held his gaze. “You look so good.” Then I bent down and kissed it.
A shudder rippled its way through him.
Then I did it again, and again, each time moving closer to his crack. A scent filled my nostrils, and I recognized it instantly—the bodywash I’d found in my shower when I arrived.
Luka’s breathing grew more labored.
I spread his cheeks wide, and licked over his hole.
His reaction was instant. He grabbed a pillow and held it to him, shuddering more violently.
I was going to unravel Luka Davorin until he fell apart.
“Want me to stop?” I teased.
“Do. Not. Stop.”
Wow. Luka could growl.
“Say it in Velkaran.”
“Prosím… neprestávaj,” he croaked.
I licked again, only this time I pressed my tongue against his hole. Luka’s moans bounced off the walls.
“Quieter? Unless you want everyone in the Village to know what’s going on in here?”
He let out a choked gasp and buried his face in the pillow.
I pushed his hips flat to the bed, pulled his cheeks apart, and dove in.
What got my heart hammering and the blood pumping wasn’t the taste of him—and I had to admit he tasted good—but the sounds that poured from him, the way he humped the mattress, the way he spread his legs for me so fucking wide, the shivers that multiplied as I ate his ass.
“Fuck, I could do this for hours,” I murmured. His hole was slick, contracting beneath my tongue. I licked around the edge, teasing it, playing with it.
“Vi?e.” Luka’s voice caught on the syllable. “Znova.”
He wasn’t even trying to translate anymore.
I went with my instincts and carried on eating him, until he was moving constantly—and then I slid my middle finger into him.
Luke stilled, his fingers digging into the mattress. “Dean…”
I moved it, so, so slowly, and fuck, he was warm and tight.
I pulled free of him. “On your back,” I said, my voice cracking again. When he flipped over, I took his dick into my mouth and eased my finger into his hole once more.
“áno… neprestávaj.” His voice shook and a shiver coursed through him. “Skorin.”
I sucked harder, keeping the motion of my finger unhurried, tentative. His body tightened around me. I tugged on his cock, slid my finger all the way into him, and warmth creamed my hand.
Violent shudders jolted him, and he shoved a hand into his mouth as—
There was a loud knock on the door, and we both froze.
“Hey, Foster. We’re going to eat. You there?”
Ethan.
My eyes met Luka’s.
Another thump landed on the door.
“Oops. My bad.” Noah’s voice drifted through the wood. “We’ll see you later when you’re not… occupied.”
Laughter followed them down the corridor.
Luka buried his face in his hands.
I lost it. The laugh came out before I could stop it.
“That was bad,” Luka informed me through his fingers.
“It really wasn’t.”
His ears were bright red.
I kissed his shoulder. “You know they’re never going to let me forget this.”
Luka finally lowered his hands and looked at me. He reached for me, his fingers curling around mine. “That was…”
I waited.
“Not insignificant.”
“No.” I brushed my thumb along his jaw. “Pretty sure that qualifies as a big deal.”
“In Velkaran, there would be a more precise way to say it.”
“I believe that,” I murmured. “Because ‘not insignificant’ feels like you’re seriously underselling what just happened.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “It is… an approximation.”
“Yeah.” I leaned in, my forehead resting against his. “Well, for what it’s worth, English doesn’t have the right words either.”
“It was important.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “It was.”
Then a frown creased his brow. “But this is not fair. You… you have not—”
I laid a finger on his lips. “This wasn’t about keeping score.” I brushed my thumb across his cheek. “Hey.” I kept my voice soft. “We’re not done with this. Not even close.”
And when my turn came, I wanted it without fear of Ethan or Noah knocking on my door.
Luka raised his eyes to meet mine. “You mean… again?”
I smiled. “Yeah. Again. As many times as we want. We’re not running out of time—we’re just… pacing it.”
“I do not want to rush,” he said after a moment. “Not… further than this. Not yet.”
I nodded. “Good. Because neither do I.” I cupped his chin. “We’ve got the Team events coming, so we keep this where it is.”
Luka held my gaze. “And after?”
I didn’t look away. “After, we figure out what we want next.”
My hand slipped to the back of his neck again, holding him there.
The Village kept moving outside the room. For once, I didn’t care.
Luka leaned in to give me a gentle kiss, then rested his forehead against mine.
“After.”
“After,” I agreed.
Only this time, it didn’t feel like waiting.