Page 20 of Fire
“I need to taste you.”
He’s wearing a thin pair of yoga pants that I pull down from the knees. The fabric inches down with each pull until his cock springs free—his big, beautiful cock. I lick my lips at the drop of precum at his tip, and Luca, who’s tracking my every move,practically starts vibrating at the sight. Placing my hand on his muscled, hairy thigh, I bend down and lap it up.
The salty tang of cum explodes on my tongue, and I moan approvingly at the taste that is distinctly Luca. I want more. I wrap my hand around his base and take him in my throat. The kick of his hips and then the pulse of his cock under my tongue sends me wild. I hollow my cheeks and suck as I slide my mouth up and down his cock and get lost in the delicious rhythm.
Before, this had always been a mechanical act. One that excited me and one I got off doing, but a part of my brain was always concerned if my partner was judging my technique or self-conscious about the sounds I made or what I looked like. Now, with Luca, I’m totally and completely in this moment of sharing pleasure with him. My senses fire at the sight of him, of his muscles taunt with pleasure, the sounds of his moans on my every upstroke, the zing of pain as his hands possessively tangle in my hair, and the musky, woodsy scent of him. They build on each other until I’m riding a wave of bliss that has me threatening to come untouched.
“I’m going to come,” he warns, and I suck harder, eager for his release. He cries out. The husky sound vibrates through me as he thrusts deep and comes. I swallow it all, savoring every drop.
When I’m sure I’ve drawn every bit of pleasure from him, I give his cock one more loving lick and release him, falling back to rest against the coffee table.
At the loss of touch, I’m suddenly terrified. What if Luca was just getting off while I just had a transformative sexual experience? I look up and brace myself to see disappointment or regret.
What I see stuns me. Before, when I’d looked into Luca’s eyes, I’d seen his need for me. That had been a flicker compared to the full-on fire burning there as he takes in my tear-streamedface, my swollen lips still wet with his cum, and my still-hard cock straining against my sleep pants.
With a roar, he comes off the couch, shoves the coffee table aside, and pushes me down to the floor. He takes me in a kiss so possessive, so demanding that it feels like he wants to claim my soul.
I submit to every press of his lips, every thrust of his tongue, letting him take me over. When he breaks away, I just lay there, limbs loose and askew and at his mercy. He pulls my t-shirt over my head and then impatiently pulls my sleep pants off of me. And then he looks down at my naked body. His eyes slowly sweep over me and up to meet my gaze. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Tears come to my eyes. I’ve always wanted this moment. A second of time when I felt cherished and like I wasn’t lacking some trait or quality that the people around me required. That, for just a little while, I could feel like I was enough. And Luca just told me I was more than that—that I wasperfect.
“Telling you isn’t enough. I’m gonna have to make you feel it.” He leans down and kisses me again as if the kiss is an exclamation point for his words.
Then he pulls back and begins sweeping his hands over my body. His touch is strong and merciless as he searches out what pleases me. I cry out at the delicious friction of his calloused hand on my nipple. “You like how my hand feels here?” he asks, a dark smile coming to his lips.
I can only whimper in response as his thumb rubs my nipple ruthlessly until I’m writhing beneath his touch.
Satisfied that he’s completely wrecked me, his hands sweep lower. My body jerks with the anticipation of the touch of his hand on my cock, but instead, he diverts to explore my thighs, the back of his hand brushing teasingly against my cock with each sweep. “Please. Please,” I pant desperately.
I’ve wanted Luca since I first saw him. Living with him these last several weeks has been one long, extended foreplay, and having his beautiful cock in my mouth almost brought me to the edge. Now add the commanding touch of his body, and I can’t take it anymore.
“You want to come?” he asks, looking down at me with satisfaction over the destruction he’s caused.
“Yes,” I hiss as he makes another sweep over my thigh and brushes my cock again.
“Tell me you’re perfect,” he says, leaning in and locking his gaze with mine. “Tell me you’re perfect, and I’ll let you come.”
Anything but that.It’s one thing having Luca tell me so, and even to let myself have the temporary gift of believing it, but to say the words aloud—I can’t do that.
“Tell me and make me believe you mean it.”
“I—”
He leans down and sucks in my nipple and then bites down on it, sending shockwaves through me. “Just one sentence. That’s all I’m asking of you.” He lowers his voice to a sexy whisper. “And then I’ll make you come harder than you ever have before,” he promises with total conviction.
I can’t take it anymore. I’ll say the words. I don’t have to mean them. Luca won’t know I’m lying.
“I’m perfect!” I call out to him and wait for him to fulfill his promise.
“Not good enough. I told you, you had to mean it.”
I groan in frustration, almost crying.
“It’s okay,” he says, taking pity on me. “I’m gonna help you believe it.”
He places his hand over mine and begins guiding my hand to touch myself. “Feel what I feel,” he orders as he glides my hand over my chest. “Feel how your skin is soft under my rough hand.” He moves my hand over my nipple, and I cry out. “Feelhow responsive your nipples are, pebbling up at my touch, making me want to bite them.” He sweeps my hand past my stomach to my legs and takes turns rubbing each thigh. Feel how perfect your legs are for wrapping around me as you ride me or resting on my shoulders as I fuck you.” I let out a long, torturous moan at the images he just inspired. Suddenly, he pulls my hand away and wraps it around his cock, which is already hard again. “Do you feel how hard the sight, smell, and touch of you makes me?”
I’m distracted by seeing both of our hands on his cock. “Answer me, Evan.”
