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My heavily lubed finger slides into Evan easily, my tongue already having relaxed his hole. Still, I take my time, ignoring Evan’s pleas to hurry. I want to make sure that when I finally enter him, he feels no pain. When I add the second finger, I begin massaging his prostrate and watch, wanting to savor his reaction.
“Fuuuck,” Evan cries out, his body locking up as he rides an intense wave of pleasure. Just when he’s coming down, I insert a third finger and begin thrusting in and out, matching the pace I’ll soon repeat with my cock. Sweat beads on his skin, and his breath quickens as he rides my fingers.
“Not enough,” he gasps. “I need more.” He opens his eyes, which had been clenched in pleasure. “Ineedyou, Luca.”
I had planned on drawing this out all night, but in his desperation, Evan stumbled on the magic words to bend me to his will.I need you, Luca.
“I’ve got you, baby.” Pulling out my fingers, I reach for a condom, quickly put it on, generously lube my cock, and guide it so my tip nudges Evan’s hole. Then I hesitate.
I’ve been living on a cliff’s edge my whole life, ready to fall and be lost to the darkness, but right now, I’m on the edge of something good. Something beautiful, and it’s scarier than the darkness. I look at Evan, who is staring up at me, waiting for me, and I let myself fall.
I lean down to kiss him, then drive slowly into him. The feel of him clenching around me sends lightning-like bolts ofpleasure through my body, making me put my willpower to the test to not come immediately inside of him.
Sex has never been this good before, and this is only the beginning.
I lean forward so we are chest to chest and my arms cage either side of his head, and bend down to kiss him. Then I start to move.
“Oh fuck,” Evan cries out, his nails digging into my back as I piston into him chasing my pleasure while targeting Evan with long fast strokes until we’re both breathless and covered in sweat.
I can’t get enough of him, I keep kissing him and my hands can’t resist roaming over Evan’s body, the touch of his skin, electric while I’m buried deep within him. He begins rocking impatiently beneath me. “Please,” he begs. I need to come. “Please let me come.”
I want to make this last hours. I want to edge us both and take us past our limits, but I’ve wanted Evan for too damned long, and he feels too fucking good embedded on my cock I give in.
I make a gap between our skin and grab Evan’s cock and start jacking it in the same rhythm of my thrusts. He lets out a low, vibrating moan that fills the room, and then I feel his muscles seize around me as he comes and shoots all over my hand.
The clench of his tight muscles sends me over the edge White hot pleasure rips through me as I buck wildly into Evan and come. My only lucid thought as I’m in the grip of bliss is the wish I leave unspoken, that there hadn’t been a condom between us.
Chapter 17
Luca
We fall asleep, and when we wake up, our bodies come together again in a gravitational pull. This time, the sex is slow and worshipful, and when I come, I swear I feel it in my soul.
Afterward, we lay facing each other, for once, my arms not tangled around Evan, though I have ahold of his hand as I trace light, lazy patterns on his palm.
We play Evan’s twenty-questions game in fits and starts, asking random questions and then falling silent for a while, content to just be.
“How did you end up becoming a yoga teacher?”
“After I left the Reivers, I traveled around picking up any kind of legit work I could get. Carnival roustabout, construction, deep sea fishing—you name it, I did it. As long as the work was temporary and not illegal, I didn’t care how I earned my paycheck.”
“Sounds adventurous.”
I shrug. “Back then, it was just about surviving until I picked up work as a maintenance man at a little strip mall in Anaheim. There was a little yoga studio with a wonky AC unit that kept going out. It was run by Anne Marie, a feisty older woman who looked like she was in her forties but was closing in on seventy.
“One afternoon, after working on the thermostat during one of her classes, I made a cocky remark about how stretching wasn’t much of a workout. Anne Marie challenged me to stay for the next class, and witchy woman that she was, she enjoyed showing me how fucking wrong I was.
“After that, I was addicted. Everything in my life had always been so fast and brutal. Spending three hours focusing on my breathing and working on one pose for thirty minutes at a time calmed me and helped me find myself.”
“I’m glad you found something that brought you peace.”
“Believe me, so am I. I don’t know where I’d be right now if I hadn’t found yoga.”
“Maybe sometime, you could show me a few poses and maybe some more of those breathing exercises,” he asks shyly. “I think I could use some centering.”
“I’d love to,” I tell him. The teacher in me already planning the poses I think would be the most beneficial for him. And, of course, because it’s Evan, my mind strays to very un-teacherly thoughts as I start thinking about the other poses I’d like to work on with him.
My fantasy is so vivid that it takes a minute for my mind to process Evan’s next question.
