3. Thorn

Heat throbs through me as Luca growls. I can never resist him when he looks like that, and I never want to try.

His gaze is heavy, filled with need, tempting me as he notches his chin up and licks his lips, sending tingles flowing over my skin. It’s not simply knowing he wants me, it’s that Luca wants me so badly that he can’t stop himself. I take away all his common sense, pushing him to the brink, and he’s moments away from throwing himself at me.

I carefully put down the pepper grinder. The salad will be fine; it’s the frittata that Im worried about.

I have a brief second to check the timer, turning as Luca clears the space between us in three long steps.

And suddenly he’s here, looking up at me, his braid swaying behind him as he swings his arms around my neck and tugs me to his lips, connecting us again.

I drop to him instantly, the food briefly forgotten. The moment he stepped through my front door, it became a fight to act like a real couple instead of sweeping him into my arms and pulling him to the bedroom. I wanted to do this properly for him, to create an atmosphere of romance, but the sight of Luca in tight black jeans and an open blue silk shirt is so distracting that I ran to the kitchen to stop myself from spoiling the evening by making love to him straight away.

And spontaneity is Lucas specialty, not mine.

Theres still the slightest jolt of surprise when his tongue flicks mine, but it quickly gives way to pleasure as I sink into him.

The small flutter of nerves dissipates as I reach for his ass. Its an easy journey, and Luca is always there for me to take.

My hands cup him, fitting perfectly like they always do. Relief flows through me in a wave, a moan bubbling up from my chest.

I sometimes worry he could revert back to the old Luca, the angrier Luca that would taunt me whenever we worked together, though my doubts never stay for long. Because he does everything he can to fasten himself to me. He rises on his toes as I lower to meet him, deepening our kiss, falling into his touch.

Using his body weight, he traps me against the counter, and I soften into his kiss. His cock is firm on my thigh and Im ready to take him, however he likes.

I trace one hand up his spine, pressing against the centre of his back. I want him closer. I always want him closer. Because Luca is all I need.

He pulls back from my lips, his eyes wild, his pale skin brushed with clouds of pink lust. “Where are your glasses?” he says, already panting, a slow grin creasing his lips.

I dont attempt to speak when my throat is dry and my tongue is wet with the taste of him. Its easier to simply nod towards the kitchen table. I just hope he doesn’t think Im weird, even though hes just seen me wearing them. Without them, everything behind Luca is blurry, but I dont mind. I like it when he’s the only thing I can see.

The frittata should be done soon, and Ive reset the timer so it won’t burn. Even though I can’t wait for him to taste the food, I really can’t resist him when he’s so worked up and obviously ready for me.

“Come on, baby,” he says with a low roll of his voice. “I need to see them on you again.” Luca bites his lip, stroking the line of my neck as he drops his arm. I push my chest out, wanting more of him as one hand trails between us, his thumb catching my nipple. I suck in a breath as his other hand rings my wrist and holds me.

My muscles relax, rightness settling over me; I’ll follow him anywhere now that he’s kissed me silly. He twists on one foot to lead me over to the table with such a serious look in his eyes that I’m melting already.

It’s a rustic piece I found cheap online, light wood worn smooth over years of use. It came with four sturdy chairs, one of which Luca hooks his foot around and kicks away from the table. Spinning on two legs, and it lands in the perfect position for him to line me up against it.

“Put your ass on the chair, baby. I need you looking up at me,” he says, desire splashed across his face.

It’s strange how I used to be so unnerved by him and now all I want is for him to use his special powers on me.

I land easily on the flat seat; the chair creaking under my weight. Luca knows what hes doing in these situations. Im learning more and more how to treat him right, and, for some reason, he loves my awkward attempts at seducing him. I cant imagine being this confident with anyone else. Luca brings it out of me.

“What are you planning?” I say, my hands automatically rounding his hips, craning my neck. Any other words are lost as he leans over my shoulder, brushing his chest against my nose, my muscles relaxing as his clean scent surrounds me.

Its just the smell of his clothes, nothing entirely unique, but its as if Ive trained myself to respond to every aspect of him. Ive spent so long loving him from afar that such simple things still make me dizzy. An easy inhale and Im his.

“You’ll see,” he says, his lips skimming my ear, and his grin shows in his voice.

Bent at the hip, Luca’s shirt falls forward as he grips my shoulder, and I catch the sleek lines of his chest disappearing beneath blue silk.

Luca rocks back, my glasses hanging off of the tip of his finger, rising over me like a king in command. “You’ve got to put these back on you or I swear Im going to go insane,” he hums.

I pluck my glasses from his finger, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I love him when he looks seconds away from devouring me.

My hands only shake once as I lift my glasses, dipping my chin to hook them over my ears. I lift my head to meet his eyes, amusement curling through me as he moans sweetly. Its always the strangest things that turn him on. The hand on my shoulder slides to my neck, his thumb pressed to the beating vein under my ear.

I use my middle finger to push the glasses up my nose, seating them on the bridge, waiting for his reaction as I draw it out, going as slowly as I can, never breaking my gaze, winding him up in a way I didnt know was possible until we made love for the first time. His bottom lip drops open and a deep sigh echoes from the back of his throat as he shifts close, inspecting me. I drop my hand to make space for him, all his attention is fixed on me.

“You are so fucking sexy, you know that, right?” Luca says tenderly, sweeping his other hand up to run his finger along the top of my glasses. “I seriously cant get enough of you.”

“Then dont try,” I reply quietly.

Sparks scatter across my skin at his intense gaze, pleasure making itself at home inside me. I can practically feel heat coursing from him.

“I dont want to. Ever,” he sighs softly. “It seriously blows my mind that you keep getting hotter every time I see you.”

Its when he says things like this that I hope he really wants a future together, that Im not just a visitor in his life that will one day be a memory. I told him to give me a chance four months ago; I asked him to try, and he said yes, and he’s still saying yes now.

He bends down to steal my lips again, happiness lighting me from the inside. If I could only do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be kissing Luca, or cuddling Luca, or fucking Luca. Simply being with Luca is enough.

His hands slide to my thighs, pushing the apron up to my hips. Im sure he wants easy access, and I want to help. Hooking my fingers around the hem of my apron, I lift it up to my stomach, excitement buzzing through me as I reveal my grey sweats, my cock tenting the material.

“Fuck, Thorn. Youre already this hard for me?”

I want to tell him ‘of course I am’, that there’s no way I wouldn’t be turned on, but my blush spreads up to my ears, and I bite my lip shyly instead. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. We spend every evening together when he’s in London, but it’s the way he looks so hungry, so pleased that I’m responding to him. I’ve never told him it’s always been more difficult for me not to respond to him, that even being in the same room as him sets my body alight.

“Come here, Luca.” I drop the apron and it catches on my cock, bunched up around my hips. I’m glad he can see how much I want him. I reach out a hand, sighing gently as my muscles relax. “Let me feel you too.”

I’m so aware of him with me, in my space. The oven hums around us; the ticking of the clock to my left sets a faint beat in the background. Though my kitchen is thin, the windows at both ends of the room spread light around the room, highlighting every fine detail of him as he shudders against me.

His hand joins mine, both of us entranced as he runs his thin pale fingers over my thick ones, slotting them together: a perfect fit.

“I don’t know what I want more,” he says softly, turning his gaze back to me. “To hear you talk or to kiss you. Just looking at you like this is driving me fucking wild.” He chuckles as he presses the centre of my glasses, running down the line of my nose before his hand rests on my collarbone and bites his lip. “What do you prefer?”

“Hmm, its too hard to decide.” I blink, tilting my head, seriously contemplating his question even though he’s simply flirting. “I want all of you.” I murmur as I lift my hand up to cup his cheek, my thumb sweeping the corner of his smooth smile. “I never want to leave you,”

He stills over me, his breath caught in his throat as he meets my sincerity with a look of surprise. At least, I hope it’s surprise. I don’t know how I would stand it if it was disappointment or disgust.

He does this whenever I come close to telling him how I really feel. Sometimes I forget myself, forget how terrifying it is to confess how much I want him after years of silence. I want to tell him so badly that I love him, that Ive loved him for so long that I dont remember what its like not to love him. Its these slight pauses that hold me back.

“So kiss me,” I say, encouraging him to return. I just hope I didnt get it wrong. I dont want him to struggle or make him uncomfortable because I push my feelings onto him.

But, I hope if I wait long enough, he might fall in love with me too.

Even if Luca just wants someone to hold him, I can be that for him. If it means I can stay with him like this, Ill do what I can to make him happy.

I bring him closer, and he comes willingly as we sink into our kiss again. Every time I touch him, it’s like I become whole, as if Im dust flying around a room, only settling when he’s with me.

As we kiss, I release his cheek and sweep my hand downwards, finding his nipple, pressing hard, tasting his high moan. His fingers clench in mine, and I hold on tight. I’ll never let him go if that’s what he wants.

I move from his nipple, luxuriating in the delicate curve of his waist as I reach for the button of his jeans. I’m too caught in the storm of Luca’s kisses to do anything but fumble. I want his cock as much as his lips.

Twitching as he slides his hand through my hair, I tilt my head back so he can kiss me more deeply. There’s so much happening; soft frantic kisses, the tight squeeze of my hair, Luca’s gasps as I press against his cock through his jeans. All that combined with the low hum of the oven, the rich smell of food, and my struggle to pop the button.

I try to concentrate, but the moment the button frees from its clasp, I give in and let Luca lead us. He takes care of me when I’m overwhelmed, though I’m sure he doesn’t know it. I’m practising staying with him even when it becomes too much. If I don’t fight it, if I let all the sensations flow over me, then Luca’s presence soothes me.

I moan against his lips, keeping him close, spreading my legs so he can step nearer. Though Luca has other plans.

He pulls back from the kiss, both of us melting at the sheer joy of touching each other. I hope we never stop, that it will always be so wild and fresh, like a storm in the springtime.

Ive tasted every inch of his skin since we first made love, and Lucas smile makes me want to taste him again and again. Ill cover his body so my lips permanently imprint on his skin like the freckles I adore.

He sighs faintly as his fingers break from mine, returning to my thigh. “You look so fucking sexy when you’re needy,” he murmurs.

This time, the stroke of his nails doesn’t stop at the crease of my hip. Instead, his hand brushes inward, a single finger outlining the shape of my cock.

Eyelids fluttering, familiar pleasure tremors through me as I attempt to widen my knees, offering myself to him. My hips shift forward on the chair, and I fall into his beautiful strokes. He looks as obsessed with me as I am with him, as if his mission in life is to make me collapse. All his focus is on me, and it turns me on even more.

I shudder under him, my chin notching back as my lips part.

“Luca,” I cry as he stretches out his fingers, his hand covering me, his palm gently pressing my cockhead. “Please. Keep touching me.” I lift my hand to his hip again and hold on tight. “Don’t let me go.”

He drags in a slow breath, only to look at me so softly that my heart is nothing but his. Its incredible what he does to me.

“I won’t, baby. I won’t,” he hums as he shifts his hand, stroking my cock from base to tip through thick material. “Can you be patient for me?” His sweetness falls away, his sharp cheekbones lift as his impish grin returns. “Because those sweats definitely have to go.”

My cock completely agrees. The strain against the fabric is rough, and I want Luca to feel how hot and ready I am for him.

I want him with everything I have, and the tension building between us vibrates in a way that only Luca can conjure. It’s how millions of people lust over him because of one simple photo. He knows how to use his body, how gorgeous he is, and he knows exactly what he’s doing as I arch my back, sucking in my stomach to give him room.

If I told him I loved him now, how much would change? Would he still reach for me like this? Would it become even more romantic because he’d confess he feels the same way, too?

Thats another secret fantasy I keep close to my heart. But, when he lets go of my cock to hook his finger under my waistband, murmuring, “Youre so fucking hot,” I really think he might love me. One day Ill tell him the truth, even if it becomes a burden for him. Just not today.

And it’s there, right at the moment he tugs on my waistband, that the oven timer goes off.

A rush of air leaves us both, and we pause.

It’s clear what we’re thinking.

Even though its difficult, I release him, my hand falling away from his hip, the other from his jeans. Luca will always be my priority, but the squid was expensive.

I twist my lips, eyebrows raising behind my glasses. Either he steps back or I make him. Whenever Luca kisses me hungrily, it usually means we’ll be distracted for at least an hour, and I don’t want to end the evening because the kitchen is on fire.

One way or another, I will save the food.

Luca’s fiery stare morphs into a wicked smile as he releases me. My waistband snaps back to my hips, the strain on my cock returning.

“Well,” he gives an exaggerated shrug. “I guess someone has to check on the oven,” he sighs heavily.

His other hand leaves my neck, a whisper of his fingers curl around the shell of my ear. I nod, my whole body hardening as he climbs off of me. I press my lips together. I can’t complain because it’s important. I really want to see Luca’s face when he tastes my cooking for the first time, and it can be reheated.

He groans as he leans back, his gaze dancing over me again. “Fuck, I love it when you pout. It’s even better with the glasses. You’re so bloody cute.” He leisurely steps away from me, tilting his head. “Or would you rather eat? Because I can stop,” he teases, flipping his hair over his shoulder as he straightens his shoulders and pops a hip, lifting his nose in the air. “You know, if you want to eat instead?” He peeks at me from the corner of his eye, and I feel as if hes asking me to give him a quick answer. But I falter when he challenges me, a tingle running up my spine, but he lights up when I reply.

“But you need me, don’t you?” I say. My gaze drops to his crotch, where he is so obviously hard that I feel uncomfortable just looking at the tight stretch of his jeans.

Luca laughs as he grabs the front of my apron, bunching the material in his hands as he drags me back into a sudden kiss.

“Fuck, yeah I do.” He says, his soft breath sparking tingles over my cheeks. “So fucking badly. Now get those sweats off and wait for me, okay?”

I nod quickly before he hurries, grabbing the mitts lying on the counter next to the oven; white and pink, shaped like kitten paws, matching my apron. He gives me a quick smirk, quirking a brow before slipping them on, and there’s another pierce of fear that he might be making fun of me. Im distracted by the steam billowing from the door as he opens it. I really hope the food isnt burnt. I made the frittata three times in the last month to make sure the timing was right.

I hurriedly push at my waistband, lifting my hips to slide them under my ass. My bare skin presses into the wood as I tip forward, getting them over my knees, but Im so hot it makes no difference that the seat is cold. Its not the first time Ive sat here naked.

My cock rubs the inside of the apron as I lean back in the chair, watching Luca in my kitchen like he belongs here. Im already imagining sleepy mornings by my coffee machine and cooking after late nights at work, chatting and laughing, planning dates, adventures I feel safe enough to take when I’m with him, maybe even a holiday, and living peacefully together.

Theres a clunk as the baking dish slides onto the counter and Luca waves away the light steam swirling above it. I love seeing him doing such normal things. I placed him on a pedestal before I met him on our first shoot, assuming he was far beyond me, even though we are the same in so many ways.

The silence stretches on for too long as he presses his mittened hands on the counter, leaning over the frittata, my blood picking up, my nerves stepping in to interfere with my happiness. My mind races, looking for something I could say to ease the tension, but he speaks first.

“This really is my favourite food,” he sighs, his head bent forward, his braid hiding everything except the gentle smile on his lips.

And my nerves float away at the easiness of his smile. He lifts his head, swinging his attention back to me.

I swallow the quick thump of my heart. “I know,” I reply quietly.

He licks his bottom lip, and I think he’s looking at me with love in his eyes, though I try not to assume, no matter how much I want it.

I dont plan on telling him how much I actually know about him, that I scour his social media accounts at least once a month since I met him, absorbing anything I can about him. That I’ve been studying him for years and fantasising about moments like this so strongly they are like memories instead of dreams. I hope Luca doesn’t find out how obsessed with him I really am.

But what he tells me about himself is far more precious and real than anything Ive learnt.

His eyes drop to my cock as he twists, throwing off the mitts, totally fixed on me. Apparently my kitten apron is a turn on, because the heat in his eyes deepens as his gaze flicks over me.

“Would you take your trousers off too?” I ask, bordering on a stutter, but I manage to hold it back. “I want to see your cock again.” I give him a shy smile as I rub my palm over my forearm, hunching my shoulders, waiting for his response.

“Oh damn,” he says, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “I just love it when you say cock.”

My smile stays, ease drifting over me. It’s still unusual to speak so much, but he reassures me without even realising it.

My eyes widen as I remember the one extra thing I prepared for him.

“Oh, Luca…” I say before he comes back. “Theres, um,” I clear my throat, lowering my voice. “Theres lube in the drawer by your hip,” I mumble.

Another jump of my heart, another squeeze of tension in my stomach as Luca runs a hand through his hair, pushing red strands back from his face with a laugh.

“That has got to be the sexiest thing you have ever said to me. Holy shit.”

He quickly wrenches open the drawer, and the grin on his face as he spies the clear bottle tells me everything I need to know. I bought a six-pack, and it was definitely the right decision.

“Well, hello there,” he says to it with a smirk as he lifts it out. “A squirty top, too. My, my, you just think of everything, dont you?”

Heat floods my cheeks again as he nudges the drawer closed with his hip.

When we first began dating, there were times when Luca chose an AirBnB over a hotel; nice flats or houses in quiet parts of the city. As soon as I arrived, we would tear each other’s clothes off, nearly fucking against the wall. We only had to stop for lube and condoms, desperately ripping through his luggage, making love on the floor in a messy pile of his designer clothes.

So now I always prepare. It was just luck that the sex toy website I use had a special deal on.

“Okay, ready?” he asks, lifting up the bottle. From the way he swings his arm, I’m sure he’s going to throw it to me. I really can’t take that level of tension, yet I still nod.

A sigh of relief follows when, instead, he walks towards me, his hips shaking in a way I love as he drops the bottle into my lap. I just manage to catch it, cupping the bottle as I rest it on my lap.

“Good, good!” He beams. “Now! Watch as your perfect boyfriend unveils himself!” He laughs as he props his hands on his hips, and my fear of dropping the bottle vanishes as excitement rushes through my veins like fireworks.

I love it when he calls himself that. It makes everything even more real for me.

He quickly flings off his t-shirt before ripping the fly of his jeans, all while admiring me. “Ugh, actually, fuck it. Sorry, baby. I was going to turn this into a show, but you seriously wind me up.” His eyes jump over me. “Im so fucking horny I dont think I can wait.” My brow furrows as he kicks off his trousers. Im trying to think of what Ive done thats worked him up. I did some research on how to be sexy when you invite someone to your house and I was planning on trying it out later, though I havent implemented any of the techniques so far.

“Seriously, it’s only been a day and I’m so desperate for you,” Luca says as he comes in close. “You just drive me crazy.”

He presses himself to me so quickly I barely have time to react as he sticks my thighs together, crushing them between his knees before he steals my lips in a frantic kiss.

He moans, and I open for him automatically. Ill do anything if it means hell come closer, and he does. Small nips on my bottom lip, a swipe of his tongue over mine, and his cock firm on my chest as he leans over me.

My hands are on his hips again. I want him to use me. However he wants to come, whatever way he wants, I simply want to taste his pleasure and all the sounds he makes. I wanted to show off and cook for him, but I also want to fuck him so badly that I’ll let anything go so I can hold him against me.

There’s a final sigh as his breath melds with mine, the soft taste of us lingering as we part again.

Lifting a hand, he brushes the back of his nails over my left cheekbone, caressing the blush that hangs there like a portrait, a permanent brushstroke painted by him.

Even closer now, the tension builds around us. It’s not sex, it’s not the pounding desire that takes us in moments like this. He drapes his arm around my neck, closer still, his knees caging my hips as his cock sweeps my apron. It feels like we belong together.

Luca presses his forehead to mine, stealing away the rest of the world with a delicate sigh that covers my lips. We’re melded together. It’s as if nothing could ever break us apart.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers, clasping me, his gaze so intense that tingles flow throughout my whole body, love flooding me as I melt under him, for him, with him.

Silence surrounds us and every emotion, every need, each piece of me that sings for him surges up, demanding to be free. I try to say it. I try to tell him the truth Ive kept buried for so long.

But the same fear comes back to wind its way around my throat and silence me again. Because what if he leaves? What if I say I love him and he rejects me? Ive lost so many people because of the words I didnt speak. I dont know if I could handle losing him because of the words I say.

I would rather keep these feelings clasped tight, holding them in like I always have so I don’t lose him. Even if it hurts to hide myself from him.

“Luca…” I murmur, my hand creasing his thigh as a quiet peace settles between us. It’s like the crazy wildcat Luca I first fell in love with has been tamed, and all he does now is to curl himself on my lap. I hope that’s it, because I dont need anything else. All I want is for Luca to hold me like this, to keep him close, with the warmth of his skin under my fingertips and the beat of his heart echoing in me as I press my ear to his chest.

He can only take my feelings for so long, and by the time my breaths fall in time with his, hes tucked that part of himself away.

“Now, spread those legs for me, baby.” Luca grins as he leans back, pulling away from me. The moment vanishes as his hand moves from my cheek, tracing down my chest, following the path of a crease in the apron, dancing to my cock.

Some days he lets me lie on his chest so I can listen to the sound of him. I like to see if our heartbeats align. The best days are when they do.

The disappointing loss of our tenderness is quickly wiped away as gentle fingers caress my hard cock, and he groans with me as he wraps his hand around me.

Heat flashes through me, swirling around my cock, surging out to my fingertips as he easily strokes from base to tip.

I’ll never stop wanting him. My bottom lip drops and I lift myself up to him, needing his lips again. No matter how many times he touches me, its always as good as the first.

I go to push my hips forwards, but his knees on my thighs keep me fixed in place.

“Come on, thats it. Just relax for me, baby.”

He never lets his gaze falter, his bottom lip dropping as my hips jerk and sparks scattering throughout my skin. Pleasure sweeps through me, and I notch my head back, sinking into the pure feeling of Luca.

He hums as I shift my hips, trying to find more of him; hes in charge when we’re like this.

His hand leaves my neck, scooping up my bottle of lube and freeing my hands. Then its my chance to reach for him, my wide hands cresting his hip, my thumb scouring his perfect freckles as if I could polish them. My hands span the full width of his hips and I relax, happily kneading his skin, holding him close.

“I love that you’re so considerate,” He chuckles as he scans the label on the bottle, his eyes sparkling as he dangles it above my cock.

Another grin spreads across his face as he presses the top. A long strand of cold lube drips onto my cock, a bead running down my shaft to pool around his hand. I can tell its coming, but I still jump as he saves it by gripping me, spreading it over my cock. My thighs shudder, and the only thing that saves the lube from dropping to the chair is his hand enveloping me. My back arches, and I let out a stifled moan. “Luca, it’s-” I press my hips up into him, the lube quickly warming as he caresses me.

His palm glides down my shaft, hot on my cock as I writhe under him. I try not to hurt him, to keep back my full strength, but he drives me wild with one stroke, and my fingers bury into his hips as I hold on tight.

I cry out when he twists his wrist, another squirt of lube dropping from the bottle. The cold lube is a relief on my hot cock, and this time he uses his thumb to spread it across my cockhead.

“Luca,” I groan, shuddering at his firm brushes. “Wait…” I can’t stop myself from thrusting upwards. It’s too good, and I need him too badly.

“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. Just keep moving for me,” he chuckles as he strokes my full length, easily playing with me like he usually does.

My gaze drags from his glistening hand, sliding up and down my cock to meet his fiery gaze, and my heart catches in the back of my throat. Luca is always beautiful, it’s just a fact of life. But, when he’s wound up, absorbed in me, holding himself back so he can tease me, he’s breathtaking.

Pink cheeks against pale skin, wild eyes, his plump lips parted as his heaving chest shakes the stray red hairs that have fallen around his face and shoulders. His long neck, deep collar bones, toned arms, and pink nipples I would taste if it wasn’t for how easily Im succumbing to the pleasure bursting through me as he takes care of me.

“Dammit.” He grins. “I can’t stop myself when you make that face.” He chuckles softly as his strokes grow tender. “You’re going to make me come straight away,” he moans as he squirts more lube on his hand before setting the bottle on the table and rubs his hands together. “Were going to need more of this later. What do you think?”

I nod, crushing my fingers together to stop my nerves bursting free. “Theres more. I, er…” I swallow, squeezing my eyes closed as I dip my chin. “I bought more, just in case.”

Another silence has my pulse jumping in my throat. Until he notches a single lubed finger under my chin and lifts my head up to look at him, meeting me with another one of his mischievous smiles.

“Then weve got a lot to work through, havent we?” he chuckles.

He fans his fingers across his stomach, sliding down to press over his cock. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he hums as he grasps himself. “And you’ve been waiting for me?”

My mouth waters at the slick sound of the lube as he cups himself, rubbing his thumb over his shaft.

I should have stroked his cock. I was so taken away by his kisses and his fingers made it hard to think.

“You’re killing me here,” he murmurs as his eyes run over me again.

I suck in a breath. I have to apologise before he gets the wrong idea. He always talks about treating me, and I want to make sure hes loved, too.

But he gets there first. “And I literally can’t even fucking deal with the glasses-apron-combo,” he groans as he steals another kiss. One brush of his hand, one sweep of his tongue on my lips, and Im falling into him all over again. “Youre so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as he strokes us both.

I’m caught by him, by his words. I’ll give him everything of myself if I can. If I could place my heart in his hands, I would be happy.

His smile is light, laughter brightening his face, though I don’t know if I can actually tell what hes feeling. He’s been acting all his life. The realest he ever is with me is when we make love. He can’t hide himself when I’m buried inside him.

His hands drop to mine, riding his hip and thigh, his lubed fingers clenching mine as he lifts them. “Let’s see how long it takes us to get through a bottle,” he hums before his hot gaze runs over me again. “Hands on my ass, baby. You gotta start exploring. Get me ready for you.”

My eyes flutter closed and my whole body relaxes at the love that beats through me. As he lubes my fingers up properly, I follow his lead and firmly grasp his ass. Just his softness filling my hand is enough to make me moan. We made love in his hotel room last night, and his ass is still loose for me. I deliberately call it sex when I say it out loud to him, even though it’s like Im flying so high every time Im inside him that it has to be love.

As soon as I press his hole with both my middle fingers, I’m inside him, and he cries out my name. His tight muscle and warm entrance encourage me further. I want to bury myself inside him, whether its my fingers or my cock.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” A shudder rushes through him, his other hand gripping my shoulder for support. “Thats it. Get me deeper.”

Theres a stretch, but the more I massage him, the more he gives way, all to the chorus of his moans.

He shouts as his knees buckle, and I quickly catch him, lifting him up as best I can. “Yes. Oh, God…” He pushes his ass out, and I’m digging in more firmly as I spread my fingers, widening his ass. “I fucking love your hands, baby. Youre so good to me.”

I should say that to him. Watching Luca come undone for me is one of the best presents Ive ever had.

“Harder, Thorn. I need you deeper.”

I release one ass cheek. Hes grasping onto my shoulders so solidly that one hand can keep him up while I press two more fingers against his ass.

His whole body jerks and he thrusts his hips forward before quickly shoving himself backwards. Its a harder stretch with three fingers, though with his leaking cock twitching on my chest, staining my apron, Im sure Im doing a good job. His head flies back, the smooth curve of his neck asking for my lips, but Im so content to follow Luca’s expressions as his composure shakes with every movement that I simply wait.

“Oh God,” his voice trembles, as my fingers bottom out. “Thorn, baby, just keep at it. Its so fucking good.”

The further I grind into him, the further he falls towards me, groaning, shifting his hips.

He cant stroke my cock anymore, too lost in his pleasure as his manicured nails digging into my shoulder. “Fuck. Thorn. I need you,” he cries out, his thighs quaking. The only thing holding him up now are my fingers.

His bright braid falls over his hip to brush my arm as I push at him again, and it’s difficult not to thrust into him as hard as I can.

“I need you inside me,” he gasps, straightening his back. His hands tear off my shoulders, reaching behind him to firmly grab my wrists, and I let him take control.

“Luca?” I tilt my head curiously as he lifts my fingers away, the warmth of his body fading quickly on the tips.

“Just work with me, baby. I can’t hold on for much longer,” he says as he tugs my hands forward. “Hold your cock for me. I want you to see my face as I slide down on you,” he moans, and my heart leaps at the pure pleasure riding his face at the sight of me. I’ve barely touched his cock and he looks as if he’s about to come, but it’s the same for me. I hold back because I can’t live without watching Luca dissolve first.

Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I straighten my back as I adjust my hips on the chair. The chairs were advertised as ‘sturdy’, and now its time to put them to the test.

Its the way he looks at me that splits through the cloying fear in my chest. I already feel so close to saying the words I shouldnt, that I dont want him to escape if I do.

Need clouds my judgement. With each hot stroke of my cock, the wet sounds of our love grow louder between us. I can’t stop any more.

“You’re incredible, Luca.” I say as I twist my neck, gently kissing the inside of his elbow while capturing his hot gaze. “You’re the best thing in my life.” I lick him before I place the smallest of bites on delicate skin. He has a shoot in two days, so I cant leave a mark.

Pulling back, I tip my head, just catching the pain that spreads on his face, the one that only comes when he opens his heart to me.

I wish I could soothe him, to ease away whatever has stolen his smile from me. Ive been hurt so often by other peoples words, and I never want to harm anyone with mine.

He shudders, a slow blink, hiding himself from me again. His body stills, and my heart freezes. I know I’ve made a mistake, but I can’t let it stop me. Only with him do I feel like I can really fix it when I do something wrong, even though this might have gone too far.

He arches a brow, his perfect camera ready smirk falling into place. And the old Luca returns.“That’s kind of sad, isn’t it?” he replies, brushing me off like he tries to whenever I show him my true desires. He can say anything to me, though it doesnt go two ways.

He scoffs, avoiding my gaze. “I mean, you aren’t exactly-”

I tug at his shirt before he can finish and he tips forward, surprise forcing him to lose his composure.

“Don’t run away from me,” I say, tugging him down to meet my glare. I need him to see how serious I am, even though my mind is begging me to stay quiet.

I stare at him, searching for any sign that he doubts what I’m saying. His eyes widen as he sucks in breath, gasping, swallowing heavily. Theres only so much I can endure before the tension vibrates so strongly that something between us that has to break. I can’t take it anymore.

I quickly press my lips to his, kissing him deeply, praying he can taste what he means to me. I wish I could treasure him fully, so he knew that each kiss we shared came from love.

My hand joins his, settling, and a sigh echoes in the air around us at the rightness of it all. This is how we always need to be. Together, so close that only our skin keeps us apart.

“I really cant with you,” he says as he shakes his head.

A frown creases my brow as I search his face, trying to understand what Ive done. I wanted to fix it, but I feel as if I’ve somehow made it worse.

He sweeps his thumbs across my cheeks, his smile tender. “Ive been waiting months for this, Thorn. To be here with you,” he says as he drops, his knees bending, tight on my hips as he lowers himself towards my cock.

I line myself up easily, anticipation thrumming through me as I spread my knees between his thighs. I need to feel him again so badly. I need to be deep enough inside him that I can believe hell never leave.

“Me too,” I say carefully, my voice trembling. “Luca, I…”

Before I can say another word, he pressed his ass to my cock, and he yells, shaking, the chair rocking back on hind legs as Luca slips, and I glide inside him. He’s only halfway down, but I feel like I’m going to come already. The back of the chair hits the table, the cutlery Id laid out earlier rattling. Its drowned out by our cries as he slides downwards, his ass engulfing me. “Fucking hell,” he chokes. He’s writhing his hips to adjust to me, stars bursting behind my eyes as I grip him tight. “Move your hand, Thorn. I need all of you,” he gasps as his back arches. He clings to me, as if Im the only one who can ever support him.

My hand slips away and I shudder forward, burying my forehead into his chest. Moaning under him, my tongue finally finds his nipple, taking the soft bud between my lips and tugging as he writhes his hips. Just a few more inches.

I gasp in shock as he grips my shoulders even harder, pain zipping out from his fingertips. “Yes, like that, Thorn. Keep going,” He groans as he lifts his leg from the floor, his knee pressing against my right side. He bites his lip, and we both prepare ourselves.

“You look so good on my cock,” I say, my voice strained.

“Shit,” He gasps. “Shit! Thorn!” He chokes, his hands tightening around my neck. “Baby, do you know how fucking crazy you make me when you say stuff like that? I nearly came on your apron.”

“I want to feel you come, though.” I always have a huge surge of confidence when my words drive Luca to the edge.

“One more sound from you and Ill be done for,” he moans, low and rough, rocking gently as he sinks deeper, pleasure scattering across his face. I hold him tight, guiding him, leading him, even though we’ve done this so many times it’s as natural as breathing.

We belong together. We were made for each other. And I want him to see that too.

“Are you ready for me?” I say, just seconds before he releases his weight, dropping straight down onto me.

“Fuck!” He cries out. “Yes, Thorn. Yes, Im ready.”

His back arches as he shouts my name, while my body jerks forward. My chest against his, his stomach against mine, we slip into heaven. Feeling each other, loving each other, settling into the comfort of being together again.

Were both panting, watching each other. We don’t need words. The bliss burning through me from being inside him can never be matched, especially when hes in my home.

One foot of his remains on the floor, and its not enough. He has to be completely free to become mine. And I have to move. I can’t process being inside him and not feeling how good he is. But Luca has this magic power that allows him to sit on my cock and watch me struggle. Its evil, and I love him for it.

“My other thigh,” he gasps, and Im there before he can say another word. “Grab my other thigh, Thorn. I need your help.”

I wrap my fingers around him just as his foot gives way. With my legs spread and his bent, it is the perfect angle to surge forward as he drops, his ass on my thighs. And we both cry out as I hit home.

His hand moves from my shoulders, folding around my neck as he moves me close. His cheek pressed to mine, his thighs quiver in my hand, our groans echo in my small kitchen as we shift and shuffle on the creaking chair.

Holding each other, falling into each other, all while the world disappears. Everything I want is right here in my arms.

He leans back, his gaze filled with such heat that I stretch up to kiss him, until he pushes at my neck and keeps me down.

Luca releases a shaking breath, deep, heavy, right from the centre of his chest. “Thorn,” he murmurs, and my heart stills. “I can’t put into words what it means that you’ve invited me here.”

His ass squeezes me and, as he returns to me, I greet him with a soft smile.

“But you’re the one who does all the talking,” I say, my fingers clasping him. The tight burst of tension disappears as Luca responds instantly.

“Oh my God,” he laughs as he tugs on my shoulders, bringing me closer. “You’re amazing,” he moans as I press my hips up and his head tips back. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

The tenderness of the moment is swept away as he uses my shoulder to hike himself up, the hot slide of his ass stealing all of my senses. When he lets go, releases all his weight to drop down on my cock so solidly his eyes roll back into his head, I know I never want to leave him.

His back arches as he gives me one of his full grins as he rises again. This time I rock my hips, meeting his rhythm, the chair groaning under our weight, its front legs banging on the floor each time Luca crashes into me and I bury my cock inside him.

I try not to disturb my neighbours when I am home, and make as little noise as possible, apart from when Im working out. I hope they assume Im using the treadmill next to the bathroom extra hard…while crying out my own name…

Luca moans as he sinks onto me, and I move with him. If I ever had to paint a picture of happiness, it would be this.

A year ago, we were on set, and I was doing everything I could to speak to him properly without collapsing, unable to interpret his frustration with me. And now we’re making love in my kitchen, and I can talk to him properly and even turn him on with my words. But I cant say the thing that means the most to me.

I close my eyes, loving how warm his body is over mine. I slip one hand down his thigh, hooking it under his knee to lift his leg high, spreading him to find the right angle to make him cry my name even louder. I just have to hold him and he will stay close to me like this.

My eyes shoot open, but Luca isnt looking at me. His gaze is over my shoulder, and I wonder if hes going to reach for the lube again.

“Thorn?” My heart leaps at the crinkle in Luca’s brow. I can tell something is wrong. He stops moving, even rocking his hips despite being rooted deep on my cock. “What’s that?” he asks, leaning back, his hips arching.

Twisting my head, I follow his gaze to the cabinet under my kitchen window.

I bend over, hiding myself in Luca’s chest, struggling as the air is punched out of my lungs.

Ive made a horrible mistake.

The worst thing I could have done.

Blood floods my face, my veins burn as horror plunges through me, bile rising in the back of my throat.

I wheeze as I realise I didnt find everything when I was cleaning.

Tucked between my cookery books sits an A5 light blue picture frame I painted myself.

Shame flushes through me, squeezing my eyes closed in painful embarrassment. I didnt want him to know. I didnt want him to see.

Even though Im buried inside him, clinging to him, desperate to move, Im the one who wants to run away.

I grit my jaw at his shuddered breath, praying for some way out of this.

“Baby,” Luca’s voice lowers as I swing my gaze back to his and he sees the truth splattered on my face. “Is that a picture of me?”