Chapter 33 #3
The bright yellow wrapper was within reach, and I made short work of gloving my cock. I ached to be inside him, to feel his body tight around my shaft.
Then I guided my slick cock into him, slowly, carefully, my arms supporting me.
“Perfektné,” Luka gasped, holding himself so still.
“I don’t need to ask what that means.” I buried my dick in him up to the hilt and closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. I stilled. “Is that okay? Does it feel good?”
Luka raised his head, a shiver rippling through him. “So good.”
I began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
Luka turned his face toward mine. “áno… tak… Hilb?ie.” Another shiver. “Deeper.”
I pressed my chest to his back, slipping my arm around his front, my hand on his throat, and thrust deep inside him, my breath short and harsh to my own ears.
“Tak dobre… Neprestávaj. Nechcem, aby si prestal.”
I didn’t need to understand the words. I got that he couldn’t function in English at this point. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, and suddenly I needed to see his face.
“Ride me.” I pulled out of him and sat back against the headboard, stuffing the pillows behind me. Luka turned around and shifted across the bed, sitting astride me, reaching back to guide my cock where he wanted it.
He slowly impaled himself on my shaft, and I groaned. “That feels amazing.”
Luka nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, his lips parted. I cradled his head and drew him in for a kiss. Except one kiss led to more, and more, and we fed each other moans as he bounced on my cock, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his dick smacking against his belly.
Luka’s eyes rolled back. “So deep…”
I grabbed his waist, holding him steady as I fucked him, ‘Wicked Game’ mirroring the ache inside me, my longing for him.
We were past lust, past white-hot desire, and I was moving into dangerous emotional territory.
Every kiss drove me closer to pouring my heart out, and I knew before the night was over, I’d reach the point of no return.
“Som tvoj.” The words rang out clear and loud, Luka moving faster now, his breathing erratic.
I grabbed hold of him and rolled him onto his back, my cock slipping out of him for a moment before I speared it back inside him. Luka brought his legs up to wrap them around me, and we kissed, each thrust propelling me closer to the edge.
‘Take Me to Church’ filled the air, and the music and lyrics seemed to take everything I was feeling and amplify it. Luka’s eyes widened, his chest heaved, and he clung to me as we kissed, both of us riding a wave of pleasure.
And then he came, warmth spilling between us, his body jolted, mouth open, eyes impossibly huge.
I claimed his lips, the intensity of the music burying the sounds that poured from us, taking every sensation, every thought in my head, and ramping them up until I couldn’t breathe, until he was all I could feel, all I could see, hear…
I drove my cock all the way home, and Luka’s breath caught as I came inside him. I kissed him, trembling as I pulsed into him, wanting to bury myself in him and never come out.
The music ended, and the room fell silent except for our ragged breaths.
I eased out of him and dealt with the condom. Then Luka lay curled against me, one hand spread over my chest directly above my heartbeat while I stroked my fingers slowly through his hair.
“Bo?e… Dean…”
I tipped his face toward mine and kissed his forehead, the words I’d been holding onto sitting right there, waiting.
Luka cupped my cheek, his eyes bright in the dim light.
“Volim te.”
I smiled. “I don’t know that one.”
His breath caught, but he said it again anyway, as if the words mattered too much not to repeat.
“Volim te.”
“Do I get a translation?”
For a second he just looked at me, then shifted closer, his forehead resting against mine.
“I said I love you.”
Everything inside me went still.
I kissed him slowly, my hand against his face. “I love you too,” I whispered.
His eyes closed, relief washing over him so openly it almost broke my heart.
My hand was on his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath warm skin. I let out a quiet breath and tried the words carefully. “Volim te.”
Luka’s face changed. It wasn’t just a smile but something brighter, as if happiness had caught him off guard.
“That was good,” he murmured.
“So now do I get to learn what you said to me this morning? You said you’d tell me.”
His brow furrowed for a moment, confusion flickering across his face before memory returned. Then his expression grew tender.
“Ty si m?j domar.”
The unfamiliar syllables settled between us.
I nodded. “That sounds like it. What does it mean?”
“It means...” Luka swallowed. “You are my home.”
For a moment I couldn’t speak.
I understood then why he’d left the words untranslated.
I pulled him against me, and Luka buried his face in my neck.
Neither of us said anything.
Across the room, my gold medal hung from the chair where I’d left it.
I never looked at it once. What Luka had told me was worth more than gold.
I was the one place Luka no longer had to hide.