12. Luca

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luca

"You're ready for it, eh?"

"I was ready the night we met."

I got off the bed, walked around to the other side, and knelt next to Harper's head. "Tell me what you want."

He blinked at me. "I already did."

I wanted to hear him say it again, using the dirtiest words possible, and I also needed us both to be absolutely clear about what he was consenting to. "Do you still want me to…"

"Fuck me, Luca."

"How? Tell me exactly what you want me to do."

He bunched his eyebrows together and gave me a pleading look. When I shook my head, he swallowed hard. "Do it from behind."

"And?" He said nothing, which wasn't unusual. Even people who love filthy talk can get shy when they're told to do it. "We both like dirty talk, Harper. It'll make it better for both of us if you say it."

"I… W-would you… I-I'd…"

It was clearly time to up the dominance a click, so I used my stop-fooling-around voice. "Be a filthy boy and tell me what you'd like me to do. If you want me to fuck you, you'd better tell me how you want it. I can just stick my dick in and thrust it back and forth, or I can fulfill your kinkiest fantasies. Which do you want?"

His cheeks flamed, and there was no mistaking the glint of lust in his eyes. "Stick your dirty cock up my ass. I'm so tight you'll have to hold me still while you work it in, so make sure I grunt and squirm. Then, hold me down and plow me like you've been craving it as long as I have. Like you hurt inside needing to fuck somebody and you're never allowed to. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anyone. Do it so hard I scream, and make it last. Make me come so much I lose my mind."

Holy shit. I was about to blow my load just from hearing that. "You still want me to be in charge?"

"Fuck yes."

"Then say it."

"Fucking control me. Give it to me however you want. Call me names and make me do things." Fire burned in his eyes, and he lowered his voice to a growl. "Make me say things. Take what you need, and don't be gentle. Please , Luca."

Was this really happening? I got into light domination with a few guys in college, and I'd enjoyed it through the years. I liked pounding guys hard and fast, and I loved it when they got off on being ordered around. Harper wanted what I had to give him, but I needed to hear one more thing. "Use you? Dominate you?"

"Yes. I've always wanted to be…" A loopy smile formed on his lips. "Dominate me, please. Use me like you want."

I leaned in for a kiss, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free of my chest. When I drew away, I licked across his mouth and nibbled his ear. "Ready for it?"

"Shit." His voice quavered as the fire in his eyes intensified. "So fucking ready."

Desire mushroomed inside me, and I looked into his eyes. "Safe word is ‘plastic.' We can stop or just change to normal fucking."

"I'll be okay." His lips trembled. "I've wanted this all my life."

"Here's the deal, then. Your ass belongs to me. My cock is big, and you're gonna feel it. I'll finish getting you ready, and while I do, you are not to utter a sound unless it's the safe word. Got it?"

He widened his eyes, but instead of fear, they reflected hope. He nodded.

"Fine. Condoms and lube in the nightstand?"

Remaining silent, he nodded again.

After gathering the supplies, I got back on the bed. Since I was behind him, I waited long enough to let him wonder what I was doing, then slapped a cheek and barked, "On your hands and knees." When he complied, I pulled one of the flaming cheeks aside and drizzled lube down his crack. The cool liquid made him hiss when it ran over his asshole. Dripping more lube onto my fingers, I traced circles around his opening. He whined when I worked a finger inside.

My heart hammered while I savored the reality that Harper was allowing me to touch him this way. The hard body in front of me, pushing back onto my finger and struggling to remain quiet, left me breathless. Harper was a big guy, as masculine as I'd ever had, but he didn't simply want me to fuck him. He'd asked to be used and dominated. This was a wet dream come true.

He choked back soft moans while I played with his ass, and when I crooked my finger and found his prostate, he yowled. I chuckled, though my dick was screaming at me to get inside him. "There we go," I said. "See a few stars?"

"Mm hmm."

I'd known he wouldn't be able to stay quiet. The volume of his moans increased as I added a second finger, then a third. My dick was aching with need, and I used my spare hand to give it a tug when I could. Harper was lost in his own pleasure, exactly where I wanted him to be. When I couldn't wait any longer and slid my fingers free, he gave a sullen grunt of disappointment.

"Still want to get fucked?"

" God yes."

"Do what you're told?"

"Okay."

"Moan like a rent boy in heat?"

"Fuck yes."

"Shut up, then, until I'm inside you."

I put on the condom and swirled lube around my dick, then smeared more across his opening. His legs trembled when I moved to line up my cock with his hole.

"Fuck," he said, the word becoming a long moan when I pushed. He clenched hard, firmly denying me entrance. When I tried again, the result was the same.

"Lie down. Belly on the bed, but keep your ass up till I get inside."

He settled on the mattress, whimpering while I lined up and pushed again.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God."

I increased the pressure, and finally, the tight ring of muscle yielded. I slid halfway inside, stunned by the pleasure of being caught in his snug heat. For a moment, I remained still, aching to move but knowing he needed to get used to me. He was moaning softly, and when he sighed, I moved my hips. A sharp hiss escaped him as he clenched hard, trapping me in a viselike grip. I wondered if he'd ever been fucked at all.

His entire body was rigid, and I leaned close enough to kiss his throat. Scents of sweat and arousal clung to him, and I licked the back of his neck, enjoying the salty flavor. I was planting small kisses across his shoulder when he sighed; once I felt him relax, I moved my hips again. We groaned as I slid the rest of the way inside. I held still again, and for a moment, our breaths were the only sounds in the room.

"God, that's so good," he said. "Never been stretched like this before."

I muttered between breaths. "You feel fucking awesome. Ready for more?"

He pushed up on his elbows. "Yes. Go slow at first?"

I placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down. Moving slowly, I backed my dick partially out of him, then pushed it back in to the hilt.

"You're fucking huge." His voice was strangled, and he clenched around me yet again.

His grip wasn't as strong this time, so I moved slowly, letting him get used to the in-and-out movements. He moaned with every stroke, and when his sphincter relaxed, I asked, "You okay? Need another minute?"

"No, I've waited too long for this."

I started fucking him a bit faster.

"Shit. Like that."

Settling my full weight on him, I sped up more. He got louder, and excitement crackled between us when I slid two fingers between his lips, fucking his mouth in time with my thrusts. His distorted cries bordered on incoherent, and the reckless exhilaration of owning both his holes made me wild. I fucked him hard and fast, and his frantic, muffled cries left no doubt that I was giving him what he wanted.

"Ng ng!"

Apparently, he was ready for more, so I slid my fingers from his mouth and pressed down on his upper back while I rammed him.

"Harder, please!" He drew the second word out into a squeal, finishing with, "Fuck me hard , Luca."

"Did I ask you?"

"Please."

"Shut the fuck up and take it."

He grunted for a few seconds, then begged again. "Harder, Luca."

I adjusted my position slightly, pinning him to the bed and then slamming into him as forcefully as I could.

"Yes!"

"Say… you… love it."

"Love it." He struggled for air, then yelled, "Fuck me, you bastard!"

"Dirty little slut!"

His cry of joy echoed off the walls. "Don't stop!"

I pounded him with everything I had. When I slid my fingers into both sides of his mouth, pulling it taut, his desperate pleas contorted into frenzied moans. All at once, he cried out and shuddered, tightening rhythmically around my cock. He was coming, flat on his stomach, without either of us touching his dick.

That was all it took for me, and in a rush of euphoria, I pulled my fingers free of his lips and yelled, "Coming!"

The first shot knocked the wind out of me, and I sank my teeth into Harper's shoulder, making him cry out again. Our hoarse grunts peppered the air while I filled the condom inside him.

"Luca," he whispered, "you're everything."

As disoriented as I was, my heart—still hammering against my rib cage—gave an extra kick . I'm everything. Harper thinks I'm everything.

The world faded until a mewling sound brought me around. Harper was wriggling underneath me, so I rolled off him. "Sorry."

He flipped onto his back while he caught his breath, then turned on his side to face me. His grin lit up my heart, and he made it skip a beat when he said, "That was the best sex I ever had."

"Did I hurt you?"

"No. God no. I just…"

Concerned about whether I'd been too rough, I asked, "What? We said we'd be honest with each other, remember?"

"You were perfect. I've dreamed about getting fucked like that for years, and you couldn't have done better if you were a mind reader. Thank you."

"It was amazing for me, babe. I think it was the best sex I ever had, too. I really got off on the domination stuff."

"We're great together, then."

The alarm in my head blared again, but it was more distant now. Harper and I had shared the fuck of our lives. I already knew it wouldn't be enough, that it would have to be repeated many times. I stretched, exhaling loudly, and an unwelcome, fleeting image of blond hair and blue eyes flashed in my mind's eye. I shoved it away. No goddamn way. It's time to think about what will make me happy.

Harper and I were exhausted, and after I disposed of the condom and cleaned us up, we crawled under the covers for a nap. It wasn't long before we were awake again. Nonsexual body functions called, and after going to the bathroom—holy fuck, he even loved crossing the streams into the toilet as much as I did—we headed downstairs for a snack. After eating yogurt out of the same giant carton, we took four bottles of water back upstairs.

The night was a blur of napping, whispered conversations, and more adventures. Eventually, another wild fuck kept us up until almost five in the morning. Following a half-hearted cleanup, I declared we needed to sleep. He let me be his big spoon, and I was probably still wearing a goofy smile when I drifted off.

A few hours later, I woke to blinding sunlight. It seemed like everything in the room was glowing. "What the hell?" I mumbled.

"Morning, handsome." Harper raised his head for a kiss. "Don't worry, I've got blinds coming."

Our incendiary night had turned Harper's shaggy hair into a bedhead disaster. He also had pillow wrinkles on his face and crud in his eyes, but all that only added to his charm. Well-fucked, sleepy Harper was the handsomest man I'd ever seen. I gave a long, contented sigh and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. "Last night was amazing."

He blushed, then stared at my chest and tangled his fingers through the hair. "I realize now that I never even knew what to dream about." He raised his eyes. "Thank you."

My stomach lurched. Was he asking me to go? "Does it have to be over?"

"The night or this?"

"This?"

"You and me. Friends with lots of sex on the side. I don't want it to be over."

I didn't either. Harper and I hadn't known each other long, but I remembered what I'd thought the night before: it's time to think about what will make me happy. Today, it was time to stop thinking and start living. A summer with him would be a lot of fun, and the nights would be legendary. Taking what he'd said a step further, we'd do things neither of us had known to dream about.

"It isn't over," I said, "but…"

He narrowed his eyes. "What?"

It was time to go for broke. If I wanted to be happy, I had to be brave. "Can we date? Officially? The sex blew my mind, and I want a shit-ton more of that, but I like you. It isn't only about the sex. That might be confusing, but…"

He chewed his lips. "I feel the same."

"I want to date, not just say we're friends with benefits or fuck buddies. Does that scare you?"

He traced a finger across my cheek. "It scares the hell out of me, but I want the same thing."

"So…" I widened my eyes. "That's a yes?"

"For sure. But what I wanted last night, asked you to do? That wasn't a one-time thing. I need that, and you said you liked?—"

"Babe, it was only the start. We'll keep going until one of us says the safe word."

He grinned. "Won't be me." Easing a hand under the sheet, he found my morning wood. "Seal the deal?"

I groaned, rolling him over until I was on top. When he wrapped his legs around my hips, I knew exactly what he wanted, so I gave it to him. All morning long.