Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
KAI
We barely make it to the king bed.
Luca lays me down gently, then crawls over me, his damp body pressing me into the cool sheets. We kiss with slow, languid swipes of our lips, lazy, perfect, and everything I want.
His hands roam over me, tracing the lines of my ribs, the curve of my hip, the Korean script of my tattoo.
His mouth follows, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my collarbone, my throat, the corner of my jaw.
Each kiss is filled with so much warmth I think I might cry right here.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt this wanted before.
Butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach. I close my eyes, letting myself feel all of this as it sinks into my soul. It’s so different from the last two times.
He kisses me again, tongue sliding against mine. His hands send shivers down my spine as they stroke down my side, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above my hipbone.
Luca pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes soft in the low light from the city outside the windows.
“I want you to know I’m clean,” he says quietly. “I was tested after Whitney and I broke up for good a few weeks ago. And we probably should have had that conversation already, since, uh… I got carried away. I’m sorry about that…”
I swallow, my heart pounding. “I’m clean, too,” I admit. “It’s been… over a year for me. Maybe longer.”
Luca’s mouth curves into a small, teasing smile. “I was pretty sure my control-freak boyfriend would be clean.”
My heart thumps painfully behind my ribcage, and I catch my breath. “Boyfriend?”
He pauses, shifts off me slightly, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at me. His gaze goes serious, but there’s a playful glint in it.
“Yeah… boyfriend, right?”
A smile dances on my lips as I nod up at him. “Yeah. One-hundred percent. We just didn’t talk about it,” I say, capturing my lower lip with my teeth.
Luca’s grin widens, bright and boyish. He leans down and nips gently at my bottom lip, tugging it free from my teeth.
“Well, now we have,” he murmurs, voice warm and flirty. “So I can officially say I have a very uptight, very hot boyfriend who lets me fuck him raw in hotel showers.”
I laugh, the sound bubbling out of me, and shove at his shoulder. “You’re the worst.”
“Mm, but I’m your worst,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of my nose. “And you like it.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m still smiling. “Maybe a little.”
Luca’s expression softens again as he brushes a strand of damp hair off my forehead. “Good. Because I plan on keeping this boyfriend title for a long time.”
He dips down and kisses me again, full of that same lazy affection from earlier. His hand slides down my side, thumb stroking lazy circles over my abs as he settles more of his weight on me.
The butterflies in my stomach haven’t settled at all. If anything, they’re doing cartwheels now. And as Luca keeps kissing me like I’m something precious. I let myself sink into it completely.
Boyfriend.
I like the sound of that. A lot.
The kiss deepens without either of us deciding to. It starts soft, then turns hungry. Luca’s tongue slides against mine, tasting like mint toothpaste. His body is heavy and solid, skin still slightly damp from the shower, and every shift of his hips drags his half-hard cock against mine.
I feel myself getting hard again, fast. So does he.
Luca pulls back just enough to look down at me, eyes dark and playful. “Already?” he teases, rolling his hips so his thickening cock slides along the length of mine. The friction is electric. “Greedy princess boyfriend.”
“Shut up,” I mutter, but my voice is already breathy. I reach up and pull him back down into another kiss, deeper this time, tongues tangling while my hands roam over the strong lines of his back.
He groans softly into my mouth, the sound low and rough, vibrating against my chest. I can feel the way his cock is fully hard and leaking against my stomach. The slick heat of his precum smears between us, mixing with mine with every slow grind.
Luca breaks the kiss with a shaky exhale, lips brushing my ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispers, voice husky. “Right now. Want to feel you inside me while I ride you.”
My cock twitches hard at the words. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nips at my earlobe, then sits up, straddling my hips. The sight of him like this—flushed chest, damp platinum hair falling into his eyes, cock heavy and leaking against my stomach—makes my mouth go dry.
He reaches for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, slicks his fingers, and reaches back to prep himself.
I watch, mesmerized, as two of his fingers disappear inside his own ass.
The wet, filthy sounds of him stretching himself fill the room.
His cock bounces with every movement, the head slapping lightly against my abs and leaving shiny streaks of precum.
“Fuck, Luca,” I breathe, hands gripping his thighs. “You look so perfect like this.”
He smirks, adding a third finger, eyes locked on mine. “Wait till you’re inside me.”
When he’s ready, he grabs my cock, lines it up, and sinks down in one smooth, slick motion.
The heat is immediate and overwhelming, tight, velvety, perfect.
I groan loud, head falling back against the pillows as he bottoms out.
The wet slap of his ass meeting my hips echoes in the room.
I can smell the clean scent of lube and the hotel soap and taste the salt lingering on my own lips from where I’ve been biting them.
Luca doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts riding me hard—rising up until just the head of my cock is inside him, then slamming back down.
His own cock bounces wildly with every movement, the heavy length slapping rhythmically against my stomach.
The sound is obscene, wet and rhythmic, mixing with the slick glide of him taking me and our shared moans.
“Shit—Kai—” he gasps, hands braced on my chest as he fucks himself on my cock. His thighs flex under my palms, muscles tight and trembling. I can feel every clench of him around me, every drag of his inner walls.
I thrust up to meet him, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. His cock keeps slapping my abs, leaving sticky trails of precum with every bounce. I wrap my hand around him, stroking in time with his movements, thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke.
The room fills with the wet sounds of sex, the creak of the bed, our ragged breathing, and the low, filthy curses falling from both of us. Luca rides me faster, harder, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“Feel that?” he pants, voice wrecked. “That’s me taking every inch of you. My boyfriend’s cock buried in my ass. The only cock I’ve ever had in my ass.”
I groan, hips snapping up harder. “Fuck—yes—”
Luca’s head falls back, a broken moan tearing from his throat as he grinds down on me, taking me even deeper. “God, you’re so fucking thick. Stretching me open so good. I can feel you everywhere.”
His cock slaps wetly against my stomach with every bounce, the heavy sound mixing with the slick glide of his ass taking my cock. I can smell the sharp, musky scent of sex thick in the air, and it only makes me hotter.
“Keep talking,” I rasp, hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So full,” he groans. “Your cock is hitting so deep. Every time you thrust up, I feel it in my fucking stomach.” He leans forward, bracing his hands on my chest, and starts riding me with short, brutal snaps of his hips.
“You like that? Knowing you’re the only one who’s ever been inside me?
The only one who gets to fill me up like this? ”
“Fuck, Luca—” My cock throbs inside him. “I love it. Love how tight you are. Love how you’re dripping all over me.”
His own cock is leaking steadily now, smearing precum across my abs with every bounce. The wet slap of it against my skin is obscene and addictive.
Luca’s eyes are glassy, lips parted as he stares down at me. “Gonna come just from your cock. No hands. Just riding my boyfriend until I can’t think straight.”
He starts moving faster, slamming down onto me with raw, desperate force. His ass clenches around me on every downstroke, hot and silky and so tight it makes my vision blur.
“I’m close,” he gasps. “So fucking close. I want you to fill me up when I come. Want to feel you pulsing inside me while I’m still squeezing your cock.”
The words push me right to the edge. I thrust up harder, meeting every brutal drop of his hips. The bed creaks louder, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm.
“Come on,” I growl. “Come for me. Let me feel that tight ass milk me.”
Luca’s rhythm falters. His eyes slam shut, mouth falling open in a silent cry as his orgasm hits. His ass grips me like a vice—pulsing, fluttering, squeezing so hard it drags my own release out of me with brutal force.
I come with a choked shout, hips jerking up as I spill deep inside him, pulse after thick pulse. The sensation is overwhelming—his ass still clenching rhythmically around me, milking every drop while his own cum shoots across my stomach and chest in hot, messy stripes.
We stay locked together, trembling, breathing hard. Luca collapses forward onto my chest, his cock still twitching between us, my cum slowly leaking out around my softening cock.
For a long moment, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the sound of my heart beating in my ears.
Luca presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone, voice hoarse and satisfied.
“Boyfriend,” he murmurs against my skin, the word warm and possessive.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, heart still hammering.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Boyfriend.”