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I surrender.
“Finally,” he growls, snapping his hips back, and then driving in full force, almost choking me until I stop my innate need for control, relax my throat muscles, and let him take me over. “That’s my cock in your mouth.” He thrusts again. “It’s me driving it deep in your throat and choking you with it.” His thrusts begin to speed up and become harder. “It’s me who’s cum you’re going to swallow every drop of.”
I begin to make desperate hungry noises around his cock, wanting more of his relentless pace even as tears ran down my cheeks and my throat burns from his huge cock ramming into the back of my throat. His power over me, the power I gave him, feeding a wild, frenzied hunger.
“Take out your cock,” Luca orders, as his hips continue to piston into me. “I want to see you come while I’m using your mouth.”
My hands fumble for my jeans and pull out my dick which is red and engorged with the need to come. Luca’s eyes fasten on the glistening precum on my tip. “Jack yourself off,” he rasps.
My hand goes to my dick and I begin stroking myself to the same rhythm of Luca’s hot, demanding cock. I’m lost to the woodsy scent of his sweat, the salty taste of his precum, and the sight of him as he drives possessively into my willing mouth again and again. They combine with the tight pull of his hands on my hair, the raw sting of his cock at my throat, and the thrillof my hand stroking my cock to send me to the edge of an all-consuming dark bliss that I know will change me forever.
Powerless to tumble over that edge myself. I beg Luca with my eyes for him to give me what I need, but he denies me. Relentlessly pummeling me with his cock, he tunes my body to a frequency, only he controls, of pure, agonizing pleasure.
Finally, when I give up begging him to come, my body too exhausted to do anything, but give in, he brings my jaw up hard to meet his eyes. “Come for me, Evan,” he orders.
My body detonates at his command, in an endless sequence of pleasure that leaves me spasming. My cum erupts flooding my chest and face. At the sight, Luca thrusts violently into me and comes. With pleasure still shuddering through me, I desperately try to swallow all of his come, needing to show him how good I can be for him.
We stay there, me on my knees with Luca’s spent cock still in my mouth, for what seems to my fuzzed-out brain, a long while. A part of me knows I should move, but I can’t seem to gather enough wits to make the mind-to-body connections needed to accomplish such a complicated task. I manage to sneak a look at Luca, who stands there looking almost as wrecked as I feel.
Luca is the first one to stir and pulls his cock out of me. I greedily gulp in air, finally able to take in full breaths. He takes a small step back to me.I feel so empty.I start to shiver.And so cold.
Luca immediately scoops me up into his arms. Dropping tiny kisses on me as he carries me to the bed where he lays me gently on the mattress. When he starts to walk away, I grab his arm. “Don’t go,” I plead.
Later I’ll be ashamed of my neediness, but right now, I feel like I’ll shatter if he leaves me.
Luca lays a light hand on my cheek. “I’m just going to get a washcloth to clean us up. I’ll be right back.”
He keeps his word, returning in seconds and washing my abs and face of his cum. A part of me hates getting rid of Luca’s mark on me but knows I’ll be glad when I don’t have to deal with the itchy stickiness of dried cum on my skin.
Dropping the washcloth on the floor, Luca climbs into bed with me and gathers me in his arms. I’m still shivering, but he runs his hands over my body, and his touch and the warmth of his body eventually still my shaking.
I don’t have words for what I just experienced with Luca. I’ve never given myself over to anyone like that before. Not even close.
I don’t regret it. Not at all. Luca took me to places I hadn’t known existed. Uncovered desires, I hadn’t known I’d had. It had almost been primal, my need to be owned by him, and I think for a time, Luca needed to own me too.
I revel in that knowledge.
“Evan,” Luca begins, and I know he wants to talk about what just happened between us.
I burrow closer into his body. “Can we talk about it tomorrow?” I ask. With my body still trembling from the aftershocks, and my mind reeling, I’m too exhausted to talk to him without bleeding out my feelings for him.
He kisses me on the head. “Tomorrow,” he agrees. He must be destroyed as I am, because I hear his breath slowing into sleep, and soon I follow after him.
Chapter 21
Evan
Luca takes a sip of his coffee and then sets it down a little too firmly. “About last night,” he says, and I take a breath as he brings up the topic.
We’d both woken up roughly at the same time, which is unusual Luca always wakes up way before me. He must have been as close to exhausted as I was from the night before. He’d reached out and gently caressed my jaw. “Are you alright?”
My jaw was sore and my whole body ached from last night, but it was minor, and more than worth it for the pleasure I’d experienced.
“I’m fine,” I’d told him, and then he’d kissed me and we’d gotten up, showered, and sat down for our morning coffee as usual. But there was a tension in the air. Most of it was probably caused by my self-doubts, which had come back in double force this morning as images of me on my knees being dominated by Luca both excited me and filled me with worry that it had been too much for Luca. That my neediness would send him running before we got the call that it was safe for me to return to Chicago.
“Did you hate it?” I can’t help rushing out, unable to wait for him to finish his sentence.
Luca looks at me stunned. “Fuck no.” My muscles relax, but go back to rigid when he speaks again. “But I think we both know our little game went further than either of us expected last night.”
