Chapter 33 #2
“Hi.” I tugged him into the room and closed the door. His face was glowing, his eyes bright.
“I love this song,” I admitted, suddenly aware of the bass line threading through the speakers.
Luka tilted his head, listening. “It suits you.” Then he looked me in the eye. “You did it,” he said simply.
The words carried so much naked pride they made my chest constrict.
Before I could reply, he wrapped his arms around me, the force of the embrace pushing me backward half a step into the room, holding me tightly enough that I could feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing against my neck.
It had been less than a day, but God, I had missed him.
I slid my hands beneath the back of Luka’s sweater, holding him closer.
“You were incredible tonight,” he murmured against my shoulder.
I laughed. “I think you might be biased.”
“No.” He pulled back enough to look at me properly, and his expression of fierce joy made my chest ache. “Dean… you were extraordinary.”
The sincerity in his voice ripped something open inside me.
Then Luka’s gaze went to the nightstand, his expression morphing into what looked like wonder.
“Can I?”
I picked up the medal and placed it into his hand.
Luka stared at it, brushing his thumb slowly across the engraved surface.
“You know, you could have one of these by Monday,” I told him.
He smiled. “That is the plan.” He handed the medal back, our fingers brushing in the exchange. “You deserve this.”
I set the medal down on the nightstand without taking my eyes off him.
“So do you.”
I touched his face, my thumb brushing along his jaw. Luka closed his eyes at the contact, and he stayed there a second longer than he normally would.
“You don’t have to do that with me,” I said in a low voice.
His eyes opened again. “Do what?”
“Pretend you’re okay when you’re not.”
Luka stared at me with an expression so open it hurt to see it. Then he leaned forward suddenly and kissed me, not tentatively, but with a desperation that made my heart race.
I slid my hands into his hair as his lips met mine. Then he made a quiet sound against my mouth, and fuck, it nearly destroyed me.
We stumbled together until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Luka followed me down, kissing me as if he couldn’t get close enough, his hands gripping my sweater.
All the restraint he carried in public unraveled piece by piece beneath my hands.
Luka kissed me like he was starving for something he no longer knew how to live without.
God, I knew that feeling.
‘Earned It’ filled the air, slow, sensual, controlled at first, before swelling into something that felt emotionally consuming, perfectly capturing my growing hunger for him.
I kissed him slowly, trying to pour everything I’d left unspoken into the touch of my lips against his. Luka made another quiet sound low in his throat and pressed closer.
“Dean…”
In that moment I wanted every part of him, especially the guarded bits he’d finally allowed me to see, and I knew exactly what he needed from me tonight.
He buried his face against my neck, his breathing uneven, while I stroked one hand through his hair.
“You’re okay,” I murmured. “I’ve got you.”
His body tightened for one fragile second before he let out a shuddering exhale. He looked up at me, and I touched his face, memorizing him beneath my palms. Luka’s eyes closed as he brought his hand up to grip my shoulder, anchoring himself.
“Potrebujem ?a.” He swallowed, then opened his eyes. “I… I need you.”
I kissed him, taking my time, stroking bare flesh beneath his sweater, feeling him relax against me.
“You can touch me too,” I said against his lips.
He let out a raw chuckle. “You are giving permission?”
I laughed. “I’ll do better than that.” I sat up, stripped off my own sweater, then helped him out of his. Then I lay back down, running my hands over his smooth skin, feeling it pebble beneath my fingertips. When I moved lower toward his jeans, his breathing caught, his abs quivering.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promised.
Before he could get a word out, I popped the button on his waistband, unzipped his fly, and slid my hand over his briefs, his dick already hard under the cotton. I gave it a gentle squeeze, then went back to teasing his nipples.
Luka grabbed my wrist and dragged my hand right back to his shaft. “Tu.”
I laughed. “Don’t be shy, Luka, tell me what you want.
” I pulled off his sneakers and socks, then gripped his jeans and tugged them down his legs.
And then I went right back to kissing him, my hand in constant motion, traveling over his warm skin, exploring him, Luka’s head resting in the crook of my arm.
I teased a finger under his briefs, rubbing over his hole, and Luka let out a whimper that went straight to my dick.
“That okay?”
“Yes,” he croaked, his back arching when I took his nipple between my teeth and gently tugged on it.
Fuck, the noises he makes.
I brought a finger to his mouth. “Get it wet, baby.”
Luka’s eyes widened. He sucked on my finger, his eyes never leaving mine.
Okay, that was way hotter than I’d expected.
I pulled free of his mouth and retraced a path to his hole, moving the fabric aside to ease the tip of my finger into him.
Luka’s moans increased in volume.
“Just let it feel good,” I murmured, pulling him half into my lap, while he spread for me.
He was so tight and warm, his body moving against mine as I slid my finger deeper inside him.
I kissed him again, chuckling when he stretched his arm toward the nightstand and grabbed the lube.
Then he shoved his briefs over his hips, tossed them to the floor, and lay face down on the bed, ass tilted.
I grinned. “Now I know what they mean when they say actions speak louder than words.” I knelt behind him, spread his cheeks, and buried my face in his crease.
A heartbeat later, my tongue was in his hole.
Luka’s groan filled the air. “Tu… práve tam…”
I didn’t need a translator.
His pucker twitched against my lips, and I drew back. “I said your dick was pretty.” I stroked his downy ass cheek. “So is your butt. Even your hole is pretty.”
He snorted. “Holes are not pretty.”
“I disagree.” I gave it a lick, and it tightened under my tongue. “Your hole wants me.”
Luka twisted to stare at me. “I want you.”
It was perhaps the sexiest, rawest thing he’d ever said to me.
I unfastened my jeans, removed them, then knelt by his head, my cock rising to meet his lips.
Luka didn’t hesitate, and my shaft was surrounded by warmth and wetness. I held his head steady, sliding in and out of his mouth, loving the noises he made that went right through me, making me so fucking hard. When I got too close, my heart pounding, I pulled free.
“Face down.”
Luka moved in a heartbeat, and I grabbed his hips, tilting them higher. I tongue-fucked him until he was writhing, his moans constant. Each swipe of my tongue only made me harder, and I loved that I had the power to reduce him to this.
Luka had power too. From the moment we met, he’d taken me from awareness, through fascination to desire, until I could no longer resist him, and I needed him like air.
Until I loved him.