Sheer poetry. God.
Luca’s smirk deepens, his eyes dark with hunger. The way he looks at us makes me feel…I don’t know, exactly. I can’t explain how it makes me feel. All I know is that I like it. I want more of it.
“Then do it again,” he says. “Longer this time. Deeper.”
Anabel moans softly, her gaze flicking to mine. I don’t need to be told twice, although I do have to admit that I like being told what to do by this gorgeous older man. I lean in, my hand sliding up to cup her jaw, my thumb brushing against her cheek. She whimpers, her eyes fluttering shut, and then I’m kissing her again.
This time, there’s no hesitation. No softness, just need. My tongue slides against hers, tasting her, claiming her, and she moans into my mouth. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her body pressing against mine, and I can feel the heat of her through our clothes. My cock aches, my balls are tight, and I want nothing more than to push her back against the booth and grind against her until we’re both coming. Honestly, I don’t think it would take much to get us there.
But I don’t. I keep the kiss slow, deep, my tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that makes me dizzy. Anabel whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly, and I can feel the way she’s trembling. She’s just as turned on as I am, just as desperate, and that knowledge makes my cock drip for her.
I break the kiss just enough to nip at her lower lip, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Luca’s voice is a low, sexy rumble. “Fuck, look at you two.” His smile is wickedly sexy and decidedly approving as his gaze bounces back and forth between me and Anabel. “I can help you revel in all of your desires,” he says. “Every single one. If you’re willing to trust me,” Luca says, his gaze never leaving us, “I can make all of your wishes come true.”
The air between us thickens, charged with something electric. Anabel’s gaze flicks to mine, and I can see the unspokenquestions shining out at me. Do we trust him? Do we take this leap?
I nod, once, my heart hammering in my chest. For reasons I can’t explain, I trust him. I trust Anabel. I trust this. This is crazy, but we both want this.
Anabel’s lips lift into a soft, trembling smile, and she nods, too. “We do trust you.”
Luca’s grin morphs into something darkly sexy, and he stands from the booth in one fluid motion, then offers each of us a hand. “Good,” he says, his voice rough with promise. “Then I think it’s time we go somewhere more private.”
Anabel takes his hand first, her fingers sliding into his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I follow suit, my hand dwarfed by his, my skin tingling where we touch. His grip is firm, reassuring, and I let him pull me to my feet.
My hand in his feels…right. Good. So good that my cock aches and my balls throb. I can’t stop staring at the way his fingers curl around mine. I’ve never held hands with a man before, but holding hands with Luca feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life.
Guilt and shame crash through me. I’m supposed to be focused on Anabel, on making her mine, on showing her I can be the man she deserves, and here I am getting swept up in thoughts of…Luca.
I’ve always been sexually attracted to men, but I’ve never acted on it. I always assumed it was because I was too hung up on Anabel to really pursue it, but if I’m honest, there’s also an element of…uncertainty there.
I glance at Anabel, at the way Luca’s other hand holds hers, and my cock throbs even more. I’m leaking into my underwear now, a steady stream of pre-cum flowing from my swollen tip.I should be jealous. I should feel possessive, territorial. But I don’t.
I like it. I like the way Luca’s fingers look wrapped around hers, the way his thumb brushes against her knuckles. I like the way he looks at her, like she’s something wondrous, something he wants to devour.
I more than like it.
A few people glance our way as we walk with Luca, taking in the attractive older man leading a couple at least ten years younger than him out of the bar.
I like that people are looking at us. Wondering about us.
The hotel lobby is a blur of light and sound, the hum of conversation and the clink of glasses fading into the background. My mind is spinning, my thoughts a tangled mess of want and need and lust and love.
All I know is that I want Anabel. I want to fuck her, to make her come, to hear her scream my name. And I want Luca to watch. I want him to tell me what to do, how to touch her, how to make her feel good.
I want him to look at me while I fuck Anabel. I want his eyes on my mouth. My hands. My cock.
What would it feel like to kiss him? To feel his big hand wrapped around my cock? Would Anabel like to watch that? God, Anabel’s kiss is still tingling on my lips and I’m having all these thoughts…thoughts that probably make me a greedy asshole.
But…would I like to watch him kiss Anabel? Do more than kiss?
Yes. Yes, I think I would.
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Anabel
