He rolls his hips, dragging his cock along mine, making both of us moan into our kiss. “Like this?” I whisper against his lips.
“Yeah, like this,” he whispers back, cupping my ass cheeks and forcing me to thrust against him.
It’s mind-numbing and mind-blowing and perfect. Heat and happiness and joy all rolled into one. It’s love and passion and fire.
I rock against him, meeting each roll of his hips until sweat is slicking our skin and we’re coming, a perfect crescendo to the building love I have for him in my chest.
Until we’re trembling and on the verge of overstimulation. Untilour hips finally slow, and our kisses trail off into nothing but our lips resting on each other’s. Until I can’t tell where my breaths end and his begin. Until he’s dozing off, falling asleep with my weight pressing him into the mattress.
I roll off him long enough to grab my shirt from the floor to wipe us both down, then I tug the blankets up over us and wrap him in my arms.
My Luca. Home. In my arms. Where he belongs.
Chapter 28
Austin
WakingupwrappedaroundLuca has got to be my favorite thing in the world. Sure, it’s nothing new. Every morning, either I’m wrapped around him or he’s lying sprawled across my body, but still.
Untangling my arm from around his waist, I run my fingers through his knotted mess of hair. I can’t believe we’re here. I can’t believe I told him I love him, and I also can’t believe how much he trusted in that.
In some ways, this feels like before. I don’t think I had feelings for Luca like this when we were younger, but I could have. If he had stayed. If he had come back. If I had let myself look past how fun it was to get off with another person and not just my hand.
But I’m thankful that it happened now. I’m no longer a fumbling sixteen-year-old worried about getting off and having a good time. I’m a grown man with lived experience and a heart hell-bent on making the man I love feel every single bit of care and pleasure he deserves. Which, as it turns out, is a whole hell of a lot.
I’ve never been a selfish lover, not really. But Luca? He brings out something entirely new in me. I want to ruin him and blow his mind and change his worldview. I want to leave him tingling and gasping and wondering what plane of existence he’s landed on. It’s honestly more important to me than any orgasm I could have.
Luca lets out a little sigh, rolling in my arms until his face is pressed to my chest and his head is tucked under my chin. There’s something so special about this. About the trust he has in me. Trust that I have no intention of fucking up or losing.
I close my eyes, soaking it all in—the warmth of his skin, the scratch of his leg hair, the press of his half-hard cock against my thigh.
He wakes up slowly, his breathing changing until I can tell he’s more awake than asleep. He tips his head back, and I open my eyes, glancing down in time to see a slow, sweet smile spread across his face.
“Mornin’,” he mumbles, peering at me through sleepy gray eyes.
“Good morning.”
His smile grows, and I can’t resist leaning in to kiss him. I cup his chin, pressing kiss after kiss to his warm lips. I get away with it too. At least for a minute, but then he’s blocking me with a hand over his mouth. “Let me brush my teeth, and we can come back to this.”
I really couldn’t care less about that, but before I have a chance to tell him, he’s vaulting off the bed and rushing into the bathroom. Throwing the blankets off myself, I chuckle as I go after him.
Luca’s standing in front of the mirror, and when I come in behind him, his eyes find mine in the reflection. He smiles around his toothbrush, foam dripping onto his chin.
Stepping up beside him, I grab my toothbrush and join him. He bumps me with his hip, so I bump his back, unable to wipe my smile away when he chuckles under his breath. I love seeing him so happy and playful.
All I know is that I’m dying to have him back in bed as soon as possible. It’s freezing, and I should probably go build a fire, but I’d much prefer to warm up together under the covers.
Like he can read my thoughts, Luca shivers, then spits his mouthful of toothpaste out. “I’m freezing.”
I follow suit. “Me too. Back to bed?”
The pure fucking joy in his laughter makes my breath catch. “Perfect.”
He turns his head to smile at me, and in the reflection, I catch sight of something on his throat. “Luca,” I breathe, grabbing his chin between my thumb and finger and turning his head so I can see.
My stomach falls to my feet, regret flooding my entire body at the sight of a deep hickey marring his throat. I don’t even remember leaving it. I can’t believe I wasn’t more careful. He hated having marks on him.Hatedit. “Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.”
He cocks his head in confusion, wiggling out of my hold to face the mirror. He turns his head to the side, and his eyes widen when he sees what I’m apologizing for.
