Chapter 8 #2
“Okay.” With his lust-filled mind, Luca’s limbs didn’t seem to want to cooperate, but luckily for him Brad was there to guide Luca into position.
His legs were spread and knees under him as Luca’s chest was cushioned against his mattress. Luca stretched his arms out and gripped the top of the mattress, sliding his hands under the pillows as Brad settled behind him.
“Thank you for taking your punishment so well,” Brad whispered against the back of Luca’s neck before kissing him exactly where his breath had just ghosted across.
The kisses continued. Brad’s hot, wet mouth moving down and over his shoulder then following the path of Luca’s spine.
Luca shivered. He’d not realized just how sensitive his spine was. Especially when Brad started to nip then soothed over the small bites. Luca pushed back against Brad’s crotch, really wanting to get filled.
Instead of Brad’s wide cock, fingers played at Luca’s entrance once again.
Luca grunted while still rocking his hips.
“Just have to make sure my boy is all ready for me,” Brad teased.
Always ready for Daddy’s cock. Luca wanted to say the words but bit them back. Literally had to bite down on his bottom lip.
Three of Brad’s fingers plunged in and out of him before nailing Luca’s prostate.
Luca lurched up, lifting his shoulders off the bed.
He didn’t get far. Brad pushed him back down. Luca was going to complain until he heard the condom wrapper being torn open. Fucking finally!
Closing his eyes, Luca stuffed his face back into the blanket. It smelt like his favorite fabric softener mixed with the scent Luca now attributed to Brad. He breathed deep as Brad eased the head of his cock at Luca’s entrance and pushed.
“Don’t tense up.” Brad rubbed Luca’s lower back then kisses began once again.
Luca loved Brad’s mouth and learning that Brad really liked kissing.
Brad kissed him all the time now. Once their friends had learned that they were dating, it seemed to open the floodgates and Brad was always kissing him.
Luca’s lips, cheek, forehead, neck. If Brad could reach the spot, he kissed it.
By the time that Brad had fully filled Luca’s hole with his cock, Luca wasn’t sure if he wanted to be pounded into the mattress or have more kisses lavished over his shaking body.
It was a good thing that Luca wasn’t in charge. He didn’t have to choose because it was up to Brad.
Brad gripped Luca’s hips, lifting him, then pulled out slowly. Then he thrust hard.
Luca let out a long groan while he still had breath.
Everything after that happened fast. Luca gave himself over to his partner. Brad did fuck Luca into the mattress. Actually, Brad seemed intent in fucking the come right out of the tip of Luca’s cock. Even without a hand on him.
Not that Luca had ever gotten off without help, yet he wondered if this would be the first time.
Brad’s fingers dug into Luca’s flesh hard enough that he’d probably have bruises later. If Luca ended up with bruises, he would be more than happy to show them off with pride.
Brad hammered his cockhead over Luca’s prostate.
Sweat covered Luca’s body as his entire body heated. Close. Just a little more. He needed just a few more pegs to his prostate and he was… “I’m going to come!” Luca yelled.
“Do it,” Brad ordered. “Now!”
With permission—because Luca was a good boy after all—he grabbed his cock and gave himself three quick strokes before he started to come.
His vision whited out and seeing was obviously overrated and Luca couldn’t care one ounce. Nope. Didn’t care at all.
Brad kept Luca’s ass high in the air as he rode his way to orgasm. He pounded into Luca’s hole until he grunted and stilled.
Heat filled Luca’s hole.
What would it feel like to have Brad fuck him without the condom? To be filled with seed and let it drip out of his hole. Oh! That sounded dirty and yummy. His cock gave one last twitch as if agreeing with Luca’s thoughts.
Luca let his dick go only to faceplant onto the bed. Now that he had come his brains out, he was too damn tired to hold himself up.
Brad caught him with an arm under his stomach, lowering Luca more gently than he would have flopped down.
“Shh.” Brad nuzzled the back of his neck. “Good boy.”
Luca sighed then winced as Brad pulled his cock out of Luca’s sore entrance.
Brad left the bed and Luca wanted to complain. He turned his head, watching as Brad disposed of the condom in a tissue before dropping it in the trash can beside the nightstand.
“Let me get something to clean you up with,” Brad said, heading for the door.
“Clothes. Dawson,” Luca mumbled. He didn’t want to give his roommate a surprise show.
“Josh took Dawson to the movies,” Brad said with a chuckle.
“What?” That had Luca popping his head up. “When?”
Brad smirked. “About the time I had you over my knees. I mentioned to Josh earlier that I had plans for you tonight and it might be better if Dawson was out of the apartment for a few hours. Once Dawson got wind, he agreed very quickly. Something about needing better headphones.”
Luca groaned. He dropped his head back down and wriggled. He was totally lying in the wet spot. Yuck.
“I’ll be right back,” Brad promised. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Oh, funny guy. There was no way that Luca was going anywhere. He might never move again.
Floating from pleasure and with a sated body, Luca snuggled deep into the softness below. Wet spot be damned.
Breaking Brad’s rule and testing him had worked greatly in Luca’s favor. They’d discussed at length at how much control Brad could take. Luca was pretty much fine with whatever. The only subject that had been avoided by both of them was the Daddy thing.
Brad had insisted he was fine with Luca regressing. He’d offered to make a safe space in Luca’s apartment for him when they couldn’t make it to the club. Luca didn’t need to be little often but he liked to indulge a few times a week, especially if he had a playdate planned.
The club had been the first time that Luca had been little around Dawson.
His roommate, friend, and co-worker had been nearly unrecognizable for three days before a nightmare pushed him back down. Luca had colored at the coffee table that night, staying close to Dawson. It seemed that trip to the club had changed things for all of them. Dawson included.
Everything was fitting perfectly in his life. Even Marco and Skinner had gotten to spend time with Brad and the rest of their friends. Skinner and Jacob had even exchanged phone numbers. That had been weird.
Marco and Scott had also seemed to hit it off, with Marco inviting Scott for a visit before school started.
Yeah, life was pretty damn good.
There was just one little issue. A small one. Or it should be small but for Luca it was everything. He hadn’t had the nerve to call Brad Daddy yet. And Brad hadn’t offered.
* * *
Brad
Everything was good. Too good. That was usually when the other shoe dropped and his life went to shit.
Dating Luca was everything that Brad had been missing in his life. He hadn’t even been this happy with Jordan and that scared Brad. He was going to mess up. There was a dark cloud over his shoulders and Brad didn’t know how to fight against the impending doom.
“Hey!” James knocked into Brad’s shoulder. “What’s up?”
Blinking out of his morbid thoughts, Brad turned. “What?”
“You just stopped walking. I almost ran right into your back,” James said.
“Oh, sorry.” Brad stepped to the side so he’d be out of the way.
“No,” James drawled. “You’re not in the way. I want to know what’s wrong.”
“Nothing,” Brad said quickly.
“Bullshit,” James snapped. He grabbed Brad’s arm, pulling him over to the side of the parking lot where they were under the shadow of the big tree. “Now talk.”
Brad scowled. “Don’t make me call your Daddy.”
“You can threaten me all you want,” James said. “If you don’t want to talk to me, then you can talk to him.”
“I don’t need to talk to anyone,” Brad replied.
James pointed a finger in Brad’s face.
Brad really wanted to grab that finger and twist it away. “James.”
James grinned. “You said that like such a Daddy.”
“And you are a brat,” Brad accused. He resisted rolling his eyes.
“Duh.” James bounced on his tiptoes. “Tell me.”
It didn’t look like Brad was getting out of this. He just didn’t know how to explain.
“Now you look sad,” James said. “Don’t be sad! Do you want me to call Luca. Luca always makes you smile.”
“Luca makes me happy,” Brad confessed.
“I know!” James beamed. “I love it so much!”
“It’s not good.”
“Wait. It’s not?” Now James looked confused. “Why not?”
Brad grabbed Luca’s upper arms and shook him. “Because that means that it’s going to get fucked up.”
James stared at him for several long moments before he started laughing. And laughing and laughing.
“What?” Brad scowled back. “Why are you laughing?”
“Dude,” James replied. “Luca isn’t going to let you fuck this up. My friend is so into you it’s sickly sweet. You are literally all he talks about.”
That made Brad smile. Then he shook his head.
James huffed. “What’s the issue?”
“There isn’t one,” Brad responded automatically.
“You’re giving me a headache.” James poked Brad’s shoulder.
Was James trying to help him? Brad didn’t feel very helped.
“I know what you should do,” James said.
“What’s that?” Brad asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
“You should take Luca back to the club. That was where everything finally fell into place for the two of you. Maybe if you took him back, then you’ll see everything is fine. Because I’m pretty sure that it is.”
That…that wasn’t a bad idea. Slowly, Brad nodded.
“Yay!” James clapped his hands. “And Jacob and I will come with you! You know, for moral support and shit.”