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“Yes,” I rasp, my throat dry and rough from begging. “I see how hard you are.”
“Who am I hard for?”
“Me. You’re hard for me.”
“You’ve touched what I’ve touched. You know how good you feel. You’ve felt how it affects me.” He squeezes my hand over his steel-hard dick, causing us both to groan. “Now feel what I feel and tell me how fucking perfect you are.”
“I’m perfect,” I whisper.
“Louder.”
“I’m perfect,” I repeat, raising my voice this time.
“One more time,” Luca demands.
“I’m fucking perfect!” I yell this time, sure that my neighbors heard my declaration.
“Goddamned right, you are,” Luca yells right back and bends to kiss me. He pulls back, a gleam of victory still in his eyes. “And now you get to come.” Straddling me, he wraps his hand around my cock in a tight, strangling grip and jacks me in quick, hard strokes that leave me mindless, only able to concentrate on the feel of his hand bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Luca’s other hand goes to my nipple and twists it hard.
I detonate. Streams of cum hit my chest as my hips continue to buck in an endless orgasm that leaves me shaking in nerve-jangling bliss.
Luca gets up on his knees, and though I’m down for the count, the sight of Luca stroking his cock until he comes on me has me hungry for more.
Chapter 7
Luca
I pull the pillow and blanket from the couch and then move Evan so his head rests on my chest. Neither of us speak, and as I lay there rubbing his back, I try to wrap my mind around what just happened.
I’m a different man than the one who went to sleep last night. That man hadn’t kissed Evan, hadn’t felt Evan’s lips around his cock. He hadn’t known what Evan looks like when he comes. And that was just the physical side of what happened between us. Because last night was way more than bodies rubbing off on each other. There was a connection I’d never experienced with another person.
Beside me, Evan lifts his head and looks up at me. My heart thuds in my chest. My mind is still whirling from what just happened between us, and I’m not ready to begin to answer what this means.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his eyes soft as he seems to look straight into my fucking soul.
“Alright?”
“The nightmare you had.” He bites his lip, still swollen from all my kisses. “It…it seemed pretty bad.”
I can’t help craning my neck down to kiss him. His concern touches me. When I pull back, I answer simply. “It was.”
It’s a gross understatement. I’m used to nightmares about my past. I should have figured that, as hyped-up as I’ve been about Evan covering Freedom Fest and being distracted from keeping up with my regular yoga routine and centering practices, I was due for a bad one.
It was worse than bad, so bad that I don’t want to deal with it right now. Not when Evan is naked, and his lips are so goddamned irresistible. So I give in and kiss him again, and I don’t stop until we’ve both come again and lay exhausted in each other’s arms.
I awake to the sound of my cell vibrating. After some fumbling around, I retrieve it and am shocked to realize it’s past noon.
I look over at Evan, who’s still dead-ass asleep, and think of all the ways I’d like to wake him up but answer the phone instead.
“What do you want?” I grumble to Grave, who is on the other end of the line.
“If I said a friend who isn’t a grumpy-ass fuck, I’d be shit out of luck.”
“You’re the bastard who woke me up, so deal with it.”
There’s a pause on the other line. “Considering it’s past noon, I’m guessing you’ve decided youlikeEvan now.”
“What did you call me about?” I ask, ignoring his targeted question that I’m not ready to answer.
