He licks it away, then leaves another hickey on the spot.
“Can’t take it anymore,” he whispers. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”
God, I need that too. I know I swore I’d never need Austin, but I need this. I need him inside me. More than I need rest or air or basically anything else. My head rocks back and forth against the pillow, my moans rising in volume with each push and pull of his fingers. “Please, Austin. I need it. Need you.”
Chapter 33
Austin
“Please,Austin.Ineedit. Need you.”
I can hear it in his voice. In the breathy way that he says it and in the low tone. I can feel it too, with the way his hole is pulsing and contracting around my fingers, hot and slick with lube.
It’s echoed inside of me, like our bodies and souls are already connected. His pleasure is my pleasure. His need is my need. And right now, I need to bury myself inside him and feel him.
I’m in agony, my fear and worry and lust and love tangling up inside me. I can’t think straight. I can’t see anything but him.
When I pull my fingers out of him, I’m almost burning with need. The same need he’s feeling.
“Please, Austin,” he begs, rocking his hips like he’s trying to fuckhimself on nonexistent fingers.
I slick my cock, then cover his body with my own, sinking my weight onto him as he moans and thrashes his head back and forth. I don’t even bother lining up my cock with my hand. I just press between his cheeks, rutting against him carefully until I find his hole.
When the tip slips in, Luca cries out, arches his back, and exposes his throat to me. I know he loves my marks, but it took forever for the last set to fade, and I don’t want to leave any he can’t hide easily if he chooses, so as much as I want to pepper his throat with little purple and red spots, I don’t.
I lave my tongue over his skin, collecting the salt clinging to it, and moan, driving my hips forward until I’m sinking deeper into him.
He lets out a keening cry, hands coming up to grip my back. Just like last time, his blunt nails dig into my skin, leaving a burn in their wake. It feels good.
“Keep going,” he gasps.
I nibble and kiss his neck, working my way to his mouth. He pants against my lips as I push my cock deeper, bottoming out and pausing.
I’m almost feral for him. Desperate in a way I’m not used to feeling. My fear for him has nowhere to go, and it’s apparently decided that he’s safe here, stretched open on my cock and writhing below me.
Pulling out almost all the way, I pause, letting the head of my cock hold Luca’s hole open for a second. He inhales deeply, not exhaling until I slam back in. His moans spur me on, and I find myself thrusting into him at an almost unrelenting pace.
Close isn’t close enough. I need more. I need this. I needeverything. Him. Forever.
He doesn’t have to need me, but I fucking need him. And I can’t let him go. Not now, not ever.
“You’re mine, Luc,” I groan, lost in a sea of pleasure and his heady scent. “Not my possession. Not my belonging. But mine. My heart. My soul. My love.”
Each word is punctuated with a thrust I can’t control. I’m losing it, unraveling and dragging him down with me.
With each thrust, he makes a whiny, breathy noise, his fingers digging harder into my skin. So hard I’m almost convinced he could draw blood. I wouldn’t even care. Just like him, I’ll wear his marks with pride.
Luca moans loudly, hands sliding down my back to cup my ass cheeks. His fingernails dig in again as he uses his grip to force me deeper, as he forces me to move faster.
Sweat is beading on our skin, slicking the space between us where his cock is rubbing against my stomach.
I change the angle of my hips slightly, and Luca arches, exposing his throat as his head tilts back into the pillows. “Oh, fuck,” he chokes out. “Oh holy fuck. Again. Harder.”
He cries out again—even louder—when I do the same thing, all but slamming into him. My breath is coming in ragged pants, and heat is pooling in my lower stomach, my orgasm rushing toward me much faster than I’d like for it to.
I try to slow my pace, try to hold on, but Luca’s grip tightens. “Don’t stop… don’t… oh don’t—fuck—” His hole tightens around my cock, and I groan, hips stuttering as I fight with everything in me to keep going. “—coming, oh coming, coming, coming.”
Oh fuck, it’s too much. I thrust into him one last time, holding deep inside him as pleasure explodes at the base of my spine and mycock jerks over and over. Cum is leaking out around the base of my cock, and Luca is nearly sobbing with pleasure, the space between us soaked in his cum and our sweat.
