Page 91 of Spotlight Hearts

When he’s ready, he grabs my cock, lines it up, and sinks down in one smooth, slick motion.

The heat is immediate and overwhelming, tight, velvety, perfect. I groan loud, head falling back against the pillows as he bottoms out. The wet slap of his ass meeting my hips echoes in the room. I can smell the clean scent of lube and the hotel soap and taste the salt lingering on my own lips from where I’ve been biting them.

Luca doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts riding me hard—rising up until just the head of my cock is inside him, then slamming back down. His own cock bounces wildly with every movement, the heavy length slapping rhythmically against my stomach. The sound is obscene, wet and rhythmic, mixing with the slick glide of him taking me and our shared moans.

“Shit—Kai—” he gasps, hands braced on my chest as he fucks himself on my cock. His thighs flex under my palms, muscles tight and trembling. I can feel every clench of him around me, every drag of his inner walls.

I thrust up to meet him, the slap of skin on skin growing louder. His cock keeps slapping my abs, leaving sticky trails of precum with every bounce. I wrap my hand around him, stroking in time with his movements, thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke.

The room fills with the wet sounds of sex, the creak of the bed, our ragged breathing, and the low, filthy curses falling from both of us. Luca rides me faster, harder, eyes locked on mine the whole time.

“Feel that?” he pants, voice wrecked. “That’s me taking every inch of you. My boyfriend’s cock buried in my ass. The only cock I’ve ever had in my ass.”

I groan, hips snapping up harder. “Fuck—yes⁠—”

Luca’s head falls back, a broken moan tearing from his throat as he grinds down on me, taking me even deeper. “God, you’re so fucking thick. Stretching me open so good. I can feel you everywhere.”

His cock slaps wetly against my stomach with every bounce, the heavy sound mixing with the slick glide of his ass taking my cock. I can smell the sharp, musky scent of sex thick in the air, and it only makes me hotter.

“Keep talking,” I rasp, hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So full,” he groans. “Your cock is hitting so deep. Every time you thrust up, I feel it in my fucking stomach.” He leans forward, bracing his hands on my chest, and starts riding me with short, brutal snaps of his hips. “You like that? Knowing you’re the only one who’s ever been inside me? The only one who gets to fill me up like this?”

“Fuck, Luca—” My cock throbs inside him. “I love it. Love how tight you are. Love how you’re dripping all over me.”

His own cock is leaking steadily now, smearing precum across my abs with every bounce. The wet slap of it against my skin is obscene and addictive.

Luca’s eyes are glassy, lips parted as he stares down at me. “Gonna come just from your cock. No hands. Just riding my boyfriend until I can’t think straight.”

He starts moving faster, slamming down onto me with raw, desperate force. His ass clenches around me on every downstroke, hot and silky and so tight it makes my vision blur.

“I’m close,” he gasps. “So fucking close. I want you to fill me up when I come. Want to feel you pulsing inside me while I’m still squeezing your cock.”

The words push me right to the edge. I thrust up harder, meeting every brutal drop of his hips. The bed creaks louder, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm.

“Come on,” I growl. “Come for me. Let me feel that tight ass milk me.”

Luca’s rhythm falters. His eyes slam shut, mouth falling open in a silent cry as his orgasm hits. His ass grips me like a vice—pulsing, fluttering, squeezing so hard it drags my own release out of me with brutal force.

I come with a choked shout, hips jerking up as I spill deep inside him, pulse after thick pulse. The sensation is overwhelming—his ass still clenching rhythmically around me, milking every drop while his own cum shoots across my stomach and chest in hot, messy stripes.

We stay locked together, trembling, breathing hard. Luca collapses forward onto my chest, his cock still twitching between us, my cum slowly leaking out around my softening cock.

For a long moment, the only sounds are our ragged breathing and the sound of my heart beating in my ears.

Luca presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone, voice hoarse and satisfied.

“Boyfriend,” he murmurs against my skin, the word warm and possessive.

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, heart still hammering.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “Boyfriend.”

TWENTY-EIGHT

LUCA

Late morning light filters through the heavy curtains, muted but undeniable.