11. Harper

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After we kicked off our shoes at the door, Luca walked to the middle of the living room and looked around. "I have the exact same floor plan. Your furniture is nicer, though."

I snorted. "There's not much of it. I got rid of some things before leaving D.C., so I need to go shopping."

"Looks great the way it is, but if you want company on your shopping trip, I'd be moral support. Not too good with decorating advice, though."

"Maybe next week?"

"Sure." He gazed into my eyes and brushed a hand up my left arm. "It's great to be here with you. I'm so happy we met."

"You want to stay for a while? We could… do something. It's still pretty early."

"I'll hang around till you kick me out, but first…" He nodded toward the downstairs bathroom. "You mind? I need to take a whiz."

"All yours."

I hurried upstairs to do my business, then rejoined him in the living room. "Would you like something to drink?"

He shook his head. "Want to hear something funny? This is apartment 305, right?"

"Yes."

"I live in 405."

"Right above me?"

"Yup. Same floor plan and everything." He placed his hands on my hips and flicked his eyes upward. "Up there. On top of you."

His scent—leather and clean sweat—made me want to bury my face in his throat. "Right up there?"

"On top." He traced his fingertips over my jaw. "Do you like the idea of me on top of you?"

My breath had quickened, and now the back of my neck was tingling. "I-I do."

He wrapped his arms around me and brushed his lips across mine. "I've been right up there all this time. Cooking, watching TV. Thinking about you." He swallowed with a loud click. "Picturing you while I jerk off. Making a big mess on my sheets."

Heat seared my cheeks, and he kissed me again. This one was long enough for him to lick into my mouth, and after a moment, he only drew away enough to whisper against my lips. "I jack off in my recliner, too. And in the shower. I imagine you're in there with me, and we're playing with each other's cocks under the warm water."

My dick was throbbing, and I ground it against him. He was hard, too, and our shorts rustled while we both moved our hips.

He dropped both hands to my ass and pulled me against him. "Do you think we've ever been playing with our dicks at the same time?"

"Maybe," I whispered. "I jerk off a lot, too."

He quirked one side of his lips into a little smile. "Do you think about me, Harper? When you're playing with yourself?"

"Mm hmm."

"Do you make a lot of noise when you shoot off by yourself?"

My knees wobbled. "Usually."

"Me too." He squeezed my ass and pulled me close, holding my hips still while he humped me. "One day while you were gone, I jerked off in my recliner. I came a whole lot, and before I cleaned up, I ate some of it. Pretended it was yours."

I sagged against him, getting a little worried I might pass out. "That's so fucking hot."

"Are you as tired of jerking off as I am?"

He ran a finger over my crack, and my moan was embarrassingly loud. I really wished I'd taken my shorts off. "Fuck yes."

He pressed his finger against the fabric. "Still want me to fuck you?"

Heat shot through me, destroying everything in its path but the desire to have Luca in my ass. "You'll really do it? Guys usually want…"

"I know what they want. They want it from me, too, but it works because I'm a top." Hepulled me against him again. "But you're not," he whispered against my lips. "You want to take it."

"Yes. I never get it, though."

"I want to take care of you. Will you let me give you what you need?"

Breathless, I nodded.

"Up in your loft?"

Exhaling shakily, I backed out of the hug and took his hand. "Come on."

I led him upstairs, and when we were beside my bed, we took off our shirts. Wrapping me in his arms, he smiled. "You're so goddamn beautiful, Harper. I've got to get inside you."

"I need you there."

Our chests touched, and I sighed when his hair scraped against me and our hearts pounded together. He kissed me, then grazed his teeth along my lower lip. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and we swayed, lost in desire, while I sucked it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for what I hoped would be the ride of my life.

As he had downstairs, he squeezed my ass and pulled me against him. The sensations—his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass, and his heavy dick grinding against mine—were overpowering. I grunted as he moved his hips, rocking against me.

When the kiss broke, he knelt in front of me. After taking off my socks, he inched my shorts and boxers down my legs, ignoring my cock but planting kisses on my thighs.

"Shit, Luca. Suck me."

He stood up, smiling while he took off the rest of his clothes. We'd seen each other in the coffee shop and online, but now we could take all the time we needed to look and touch. His body was a work of art. Each muscle was defined, and his olive skin glowed in the room's dim lamplight. His legs were covered with dark hair, and neatly trimmed pubes framed his long, thick cock. He was cut, and the tip glistened with precum. Though I resisted the urge to touch it, I couldn't help running my fingers through his chest hair.

He stepped back and looked me over. Despite being naked in locker rooms and team showers all my life, I fought back a wave of shyness. This situation was completely different. Luca was taking me to bed, and he couldn't help making judgments. I hoped I met his expectations.

I had hardly any hair on my chest, but there was a large tattoo of a lion. He licked a finger and traced over it. "I've been wondering about this. It's gorgeous. Why a lion?"

"Mohegan Lions. Got it when I was named captain."

"It's so fucking hot." He trailed the finger down my abs and ghosted it over my cock. When I gasped, he smiled. "Would you turn around? Let me see your ass?"

Considering what we were about to do, how could I refuse? I turned in a slow circle, and he was grinning when I faced him again. "You have the ass to end all asses. What kind of workouts do you do?"

The wonder in his eyes made me laugh. "It's called a hockey butt. You get it from skating and doing ridiculously hard lower body workouts all your life."

"I'm in. Holy fucking hell, am I in." He licked his lips and gazed into my eyes. "What do you want?"

"You know what?—"

"Tell me." His voice had a stern edge that lit me up.

"Take charge and tell me what to do." We'd talked about this online, but I was shier in person. Fuck it. "I need to be controlled. Dominated. As long as you fuck me, we can do anything else you want."

His sharp intake of breath surprised me, and his eyes gleamed brightly. "Get on the bed." His voice had lowered half an octave, and the vibrations resonated in my balls.

"Which way?—"

"Get on the fucking bed right now. On your knees."

My mouth went dry, and the world sharpened around me. My formerly blue comforter had transformed into metallic cerulean, and the brick wall had become uneven and astonishingly red. I crawled on the king size bed and positioned myself. When I looked at Luca, I couldn't miss the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"That's it. Now put your shoulders down, but stay on your knees. Stick that incredibly fuckable hockey butt out so I can get to it."

As I moved into position, the bed dipped behind me and a hard slap to my ass brought tears to my eyes. I cried out.

"Shit," he said. "Your ass is as solid as a rock."

Without warning, he pulled my cheeks apart and licked over my hole.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"Easy, babe." A wet kiss had my ass clenching under his lips. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" he asked.

What kind of pathetic loser would he think I was if I told him no, that I'd done it to guys a few times, but no one had ever returned the favor? "No, but please don't stop. It felt amazing."

"I'll take care of you, so try to relax. Let me make this everything you want it to be." He rubbed a palm over my still-stinging butt cheek. "This is pretty red. Should I make the other one match?"

"No, I— Shit !" The slap echoed off the walls, immediately followed by two more sharp cracks, one on each cheek. Then Luca was licking the stinging spots and blowing on them. "Feel better now?" he asked after a moment.

"That was…" I took a deep breath. "Please give me more."

He rubbed a palm over my glutes. "You need a good, hard spanking, don't you?"

The world was blurry, and though my butt was stinging like hell, I nodded. "Please."

"Harper, you know what you're asking for, right? I won't go easy, so be sure."

I swallowed hard. I was nervous, but I'd wanted this for so long. Somehow, Luca knew I needed to be spanked even though I hadn't said anything, so I took a breath and nodded again. "I've been a really bad boy. You know how nasty and… bad I am."

He walked forward on his knees to kiss me. He could only get to one side of my face, but it was the hottest kiss of the night. His stubble scraped against my cheek, tangling with mine, and I raised my voice. "Punish me."

He moved back behind me again and rubbed his palm over my ass. His callused fingers prickled, and I was in the middle of a breath when there were two quick slaps, followed by more licking and kisses. My dick throbbed, and I could feel precum leaking from the slit.

That was when he really went to town. He slapped my ass over and over, alternating cheeks. The smacks were ridiculously loud. I arched my back and wailed as tears sprang to my eyes. My cheeks got wet, and then I was crying out. "Fuck! Yes! More!" The slaps continued as my cries grew louder, and then I was suddenly there. "Gonna come!"

He stopped spanking me, and I gasped for air as something deep inside let go. A groan escaped me, releasing a flood of emotions; in their place, pleasure filled the spaces where I'd been holding on to hurt. Although I hadn't ejaculated, I'd come in a way that had never happened before. My twitching ass cheeks were on fire, but I'd never felt such an incredible release. "Damn," I whispered. "Fucking yes."

Without a word, Luca spread my cheeks and licked up my crack, grazing my hole but not stopping there. His tongue worked magic as he did it repeatedly, focusing more on my opening with each pass. I moaned while he licked and kissed it, swirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh, and finally prodded it with his tongue.

"Fuck, that's good." My voice was much higher than usual, but who the hell cared? This was already the best sex of my life, and he hadn't even fucked me yet.

"Got you, babe."

Babe? I realized he'd said it before, and I wondered how many times. It must have seemed so natural I didn't pick up on it. Letting out a contented sigh, I didn't know which felt better, Luca calling me "babe," licking my hole, or spanking the fucking hell out of my ass. I definitely needed more of everything. "Please don't stop."

He licked and blew on my still-twitching, inflamed cheeks, rubbed them gently, and then nearly drove me crazy licking and sucking my asshole. So far, he'd ignored my cock, which was aching for touch. When he finally teased the frenulum with a wet fingertip, a shudder rippled up my spine.

"Luca, yes." I wasn't exactly eloquent, but he knew I was loving it.

He kissed my hole again, then stuck his tongue inside. The pleasure was intense, and I couldn't stay quiet while he thrust his tongue in and out.

"Don't fucking stop," I demanded. "Don't stop until I come."

Which, of course, made him stop. The bed shifted again, then dipped around me as something poked between my cheeks. It was hot and hard. "Lube!" I yelled, then repeated it louder. "Lube!"

He chuckled as he slid his cock back and forth over my hole. "Relax, we're not quite ready for that yet, but you feel damn good, baby. This tight little hole is gonna be all mine." His gravelly voice sent my desire through the roof. "Is this what you need, Harper? You still want my cock inside you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, babe. Let me know how much you need it."

"Fuck you. You know I do."

He chuckled yet again, but this time, there was a playful edge. "That won't get you what you want. You need this, right?"

"I need it so goddamn bad I can't think." I didn't sound friendly, but I could only plead horniness delirium. "Give it to me." Wisely, I refrained from adding, "You bastard."

"Are you really a bottom, baby? Or do you just want to walk on the wild side?"

I almost shouted at him, but his voice made me hesitate. It was soft and sweet; his taunting tone had disappeared. "I'm a bottom. I've topped because I had to, but I need you to fuck me. I'm losing my mind here. Please do it, Luca."

He pointed the tip at my hole, pushing slightly.

"How long's it been since someone took care of you?"

I didn't want to tell anyone, especially Luca, that I'd only been fucked once, six years earlier. Or that ever since, my only relief had been from toys I used on myself. "A long time. Years. Please, Luca, I'm desperate."

"I'm so sorry." Leaning his head down beside mine, he kissed me. His stubble burned my cheek, shooting a fiery bolt of desire through me. "You want to keep playing," he asked, "or do you want my big boy now?"

I turned onto my side so I could see him. "Please fuck me. Then we'll play every game we can think of for as long as you want."

"Good call. My dick's having a tantrum. He can't wait to be inside your awesome hockey butt."

Relieved to know I'd be getting it soon, I sighed. "Careful. My glutes may be bruised, but they're as tough as steel."

"You'd better not hurt me, or we won't be able to do this again. I want to help you make up for lost time."

"Better work out hard, then. You'll need a lot of stamina."