I grinned. “Now I know what they mean when they say actions speak louder than words.” I knelt behind him, spread his cheeks, and buried my face in his crease.
A heartbeat later, my tongue was in his hole.
Luka’s groan filled the air. “Tu… práve tam…”
I didn’t need a translator.
His pucker twitched against my lips, and I drew back. “I said your dick was pretty.” I stroked his downy ass cheek. “So is your butt. Even your hole is pretty.”
He snorted. “Holes are not pretty.”
“I disagree.” I gave it a lick, and it tightened under my tongue. “Yourhole wants me.”
Luka twisted to stare at me. “Iwant you.”
It was perhaps the sexiest, rawest thing he’d ever said to me.
I unfastened my jeans, removed them, then knelt by his head, my cock rising to meet his lips.
Luka didn’t hesitate, and my shaft was surrounded by warmth and wetness. I held his head steady, sliding in and out of his mouth, loving the noises he made that went right through me, making me so fucking hard. When I got too close, my heart pounding, I pulled free.
“Face down.”
Luka moved in a heartbeat, and I grabbed his hips, tilting them higher. I tongue-fucked him until he was writhing, his moans constant. Each swipe of my tongue only made me harder, and I loved that I had the power to reduce him to this.
Luka had power too. From the moment we met, he’d taken me from awareness, through fascination to desire, until I could no longer resist him, and I needed him like air.
Until I loved him.
The bright yellow wrapper was within reach, and I made short work of gloving my cock. I ached to be inside him, to feel his body tight around my shaft.
Then I guided my slick cock into him, slowly, carefully, my arms supporting me.
“Perfektné,” Luka gasped, holding himself so still.
“I don’t need to ask what that means.” I buried my dick in him up to the hilt and closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. I stilled. “Is that okay? Does it feel good?”
Luka raised his head, a shiver rippling through him. “So good.”
I began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
Luka turned his face toward mine. “Áno… tak… Hilbšie.” Another shiver. “Deeper.”
I pressed my chest to his back, slipping my arm around his front, my hand on his throat, and thrust deep inside him, my breath short and harsh to my own ears.
“Tak dobre… Neprestávaj. Nechcem, aby si prestal.”
I didn’t need to understand the words. I got that he couldn’t function in English at this point. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, and suddenly I needed to see his face.
“Ride me.” I pulled out of him and sat back against the headboard, stuffing the pillows behind me. Luka turned around and shifted across the bed, sitting astride me, reaching back to guide my cock where he wanted it.
He slowly impaled himself on my shaft, and I groaned. “That feels amazing.”
Luka nodded, his eyes locked onto mine, his lips parted. I cradledhis head and drew him in for a kiss. Except one kiss led to more, and more, and we fed each other moans as he bounced on my cock, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his dick smacking against his belly.
Luka’s eyes rolled back. “So deep…”
I grabbed his waist, holding him steady as I fucked him, ‘Wicked Game’ mirroring the ache inside me, my longing for him. We were past lust, past white-hot desire, and I was moving into dangerous emotional territory. Every kiss drove me closer to pouring my heart out, and I knew before the night was over, I’d reach the point of no return.
