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I veer just a little to the right in my questions. “What if a massive storm hit, and the electricity went out?”
“I have a generator, but even if it didn’t work for some reason, I have the cabin set up to operate off-grid if need be.”
I nod and take a deep breath. “What if… what if I told you I lied to you?”
His dark eyes lock on mine, and when he speaks, his voice is deep and carefully controlled. “I’d ask you to tell me what you lied about.”
I collect every little bit of threadbare courage I have about me and speak. “What if I wanted you to hold me in your arms last night so badly I lied and told you I didn’t want to be your lover?”
Chapter 16
Luca
“What if I wanted you to hold me in your arms last night so badly I lied and told you I didn’t want to be your lover?”
A life spent in dangerous situations has honed my reaction time to seconds. I’m on my feet in front of Evan almost before he can finish his sentence. “I’d do this,” I say, and bring him up on his feet and kiss him with every ounce of repressed feelings and frustrated desire I’ve had since I left him that night in Chicago.
Evan whimpers as I take his mouth and claim it, treasuring the softness of his lips and the hot, wet feel of his tongue against mine. When I pull back to let us both draw a breath, he melts against me. “Thank God,” he pants. I didn’t know what I would do if you said you didn’t want me.”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time you opened the door to me, and I’m done waiting to have you.” I gently force his head back so he can see how much I mean it. “Are you ok with that?”
“Yes, please.”
I kiss him again, but this time, I pick him up. “Wrap your legs around me,” I order against his lips and make my way to the bed where I drop him. He just lies there looking up at me, and Ican’t help but stare at Evan lying there in my bed. This time not for sleep or comfort, but to fuck him till his voice is raw from calling my name.
There have been so many things I’ve wanted to do to him. I’ve had so many fantasies where he had the starring role. Our too-brief night in Chicago didn’t even begin to satisfy my wild lust for this man.
“Take off your clothes for me,” I order. Evan’s eyes spark at my command, and he quickly pulls off his t-shirt, leaving his lean, muscled chest bare. I want to run my hand across that chest and along his ribcage, play with his extra sensitive nipples until he’s close to coming, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ve craved it for too long.
“Now, your pants.” He unbuttons his wheat-colored chinos and pulls them off, shoving them off the bed impatiently.
The last time I saw Evan’s naked body, it was backlit in shadows. Tonight, the light fixture above my table and chairs and the gentle, flickering light of the flames in the fireplace provide a rosy glow spotlighting his creamy skin dotted with few stray freckles across his arms and upper body, long legs, and his pretty pink cock just begging me to suck it.
I grab his legs and use them to pull him down to the foot of the bed, then place them on my shoulder before going to my knees to begin my feast.
Too hungry for a snack and wanting the whole meal, I swallow him whole. He cries out, his hips snapping up. I use my strong hands to keep him still, to make him accept all that I’m going to give him as I furiously let my mouth slide up and down on his cock until I can feel his thighs trembling.
Pulling back from his cock, I tongue at his balls and then dip below them to run my tongue over his hole.
Evan’s body jumps, and his head comes up, his eyes wide with shock and pleasure. “You can’t do that.”
I give him my best dirty grin. “Oh, I can, and unless you tell me you don’t like it, I’m going to feast on your ass till you scream.” I watch his face as the dirty scenario plays out in his head. “Did you like it, Evan?”
“No. I mean, yes. Yes, I liked it. I never had anyone do that before. I didn’t know how good it could feel.” His hands fist up how they do when he gets nervous and self-conscious. “But I don’t expect it. You don’t have to.”
“Evan, I know I don’t have to.” I let him see the pure hunger in my eyes. “I want to.” Laying my arms over his hips to keep him in place, I lean back down and devour him. As I thoroughly explore him, my cock throbs at the idea that I am the one to give Evan this pleasure for the first time. That he’s given me the trust to be so vulnerable and at my mercy. It’s a gift.
Above me, Evan’s cries have become guttural as his body begins to jerk with each thrust of my tongue into his core. Not letting up, I wrap one hand around his cock and begin jacking him mercilessly until he screams and hot cum explodes onto his chest and nipples.
His body goes loose, and he sprawls on the bed, his eyes dazed and dreamy as he stares at the ceiling. I could watch him forever like this. It’s only when he begins to stir that I tear my eyes away from the satisfying sight of Evan lying there, wrecked by the pleasure I gave to him.
I want to see it again.
Working my way back up his body until I reach his cum glistened chest, I lick up every drop, especially his nipples, until they turn into hard little nubs and Evan’s cock begins to twitch.
I kiss along his neck until I find Evan’s mouth again. He eagerly accepts the taste of himself on my lips, and I get lost in the hotness of kissing him. I can’t get over how obsessed I am with the taste of his lips. With other lovers, kissing was justmild foreplay, but with Evan, it feels like its own sweet form of edging.
When I can’t take it anymore, I reach under the bed, grab a box full of odds and ends, and pull several condoms and a bottle of lube out. I press Evan back on the bed. “I’m going to get you ready for me.”
