3. Luca

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luca

The look on Harper's face was priceless. He was clearly no stranger to hookups, but his wide eyes and nervous grin made me wonder if he'd ever done it in public. While I didn't make a habit of fucking in coffee shops, he brought out the caveman in me. I was meeting my buddies to play paintball, and if Harper and I didn't put out a few flames before then, I'd be a total disaster. To be honest, I wanted him more than I'd wanted anyone in a long time. If he changed his mind about hanging out, I'd at least have this to remember.

The door clicked shut behind us. After making sure it was locked, I swept my gaze over Harper for what felt like the hundredth time since his arrival. His casual outfit—baseball cap, comfy T-shirt, and silly cargo shorts—screamed "straight guy," but with a provocative, sexy edge. I was a goner.

I launched myself toward him, covering his mouth with mine and pushing him against the wall. Grunting, he wrapped his arms around me while I slid my tongue into his mouth. My hands were splayed against his chest, and when I squeezed his pecs, his moan made me as hard as a rock. I rotated my hips, grinding my cock against him through our clothes. He was hard, too, and his dick felt heavy. I jutted my hips forward to increase the friction.

He tasted like strawberries and coffee, and I angled my head trying to get better access. I wanted to possess him, to release my pent-up desire from the last few days, but I already knew whatever happened here wouldn't be enough. My blood tore through my veins, propelled by the violent pounding of my heart. I groaned as he smoothed his hands across my back, leaving fire in his wake even through my shirt. I was wild with desire, torn between taking him now or savoring these first moments—touching him everywhere and mentally recording every moan and sigh so I could please him in the future.

Maybe he was a caveman, too. With a loud grunt, he seized control of the kiss, tightening his hold on me and thrusting his cock against mine. A sweet, pleasantly sweaty scent enveloped me while his tongue took charge of my mouth, and then his hands dipped lower, spreading his scorching touch to my ass.

We took turns being in control, moving our tongues from mouth to mouth while we struggled to remain quiet. He let me go long enough to grip my shirt at the hem, breaking our kiss only for the instant it took to pull it over my head and toss it on top of a storage container. Desperate to be skin to skin, I did the same to him. When we wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our chests together, the warm, sweaty slide ratcheted up our frenzy. Although we'd agreed to hang out, there was nothing to call this moment except a hookup. It was already the hottest one I'd ever had, but our time was limited because I had to meet my friends. Clearly, we needed to come as soon as possible, so bracing my hands against Harper's chest, I pushed us apart.

"The fuck?" His eyes were glazed with lust, and he wrinkled his face in frustration.

"Need more." I sank to my knees and unbuttoned his shorts. He was wearing plaid boxers, another straight-guy touch that made my dick get even harder. As I pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees, his cock bobbed up to greet me. Holy fucking shit, he's big . Every bit of seven inches, cut and thick, his dick made my mouth water.

His musk was stronger now, and I inhaled deeply. A drop of precum hung from his slit, too tempting to resist, and he gasped when I licked it off.

"Fuck." He tangled his fingers in my hair. "You gonna suck me or what? I need to come."

"Yeah?" I looked up into his eyes, and his hungry stare brought out the devil in me. "You've got a great dick, and you'd like to come in my mouth, wouldn't you?"

"Shit," he hissed. "Yes."

"Remember not to scream my name when you blow your load. Want me to swallow?"

"Fuck, Luca. Swallow every drop."

His pleading tone added fire to my belly while I closed my mouth around him. He gave a strangled moan and tightened his grip on my hair. His cock filled my mouth, and I enjoyed his throaty sounds while I sucked him. He gave a frustrated grunt when I pulled off and licked the shaft, then gasped when I slurped more precum from his slit.

"Suck it." His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver up my spine.

His hips bucked forward, and he muttered another curse when I swirled my tongue around his crown. Wrapping a hand around the base, I started sucking again. My dick throbbed, but I hadn't pushed my shorts down, and I wasn't in a good position to do it now. Harper was quite vocal, a little worrisome since we were in a public restroom, but his filthy words only excited me more. Whispered curses, a command to "suck my fucking dick," and a promise to choke me with his cum were boiling hot. He was impatient, groaning frantically when he grasped the sides of my head and fucked my mouth. His precum was salty-sweet, and when it coated my tongue, I knew it was time to either pull off or get ready for the fireworks.

"Really close," he whispered. "Don't stop."

The idea of swallowing Harper's load in the Jitterbug's bathroom unleashed more madness. I had as much of him in my mouth as I could manage, and I was jerking the part that wouldn't fit. Putting my other hand to work, I tickled his balls. He got too loud, but then cut off the noise and rasped, "Swallow my fucking load."

His body tensed when I squeezed his balls. "Shit!" he whispered, then flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but there was too much, and some dribbled down my chin. I'd never forget my first taste of him—his semen was muskier than his precum, and the sweet-saltiness would forever be Harper. When the shooting stopped, I used my tongue to clean him up.

He was purring when I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood. "Was that okay?" I asked.

"Mm. It was so fucking amazing." He was still glassy-eyed.

"I'm glad. You taste great."

He glanced down at my cock. "Want me to suck you?"

I'd have loved fucking his pretty mouth, but something about him made me want more. I held out my arms, and after he stepped into my hug, I licked the base of his throat and kissed his lips. "What would you say…" I nibbled his ear and whispered, "to having an adventure?"

"Aren't we already?"

"Let's up the ante. There's something else we could do, and this would be a good place for it. It'll get me off in no time."

"I'm down, but I wish you could stay longer."

"Me too, but we're going to hang out, right? This is just the beginning, so let's make the most of the time we have now."

"I'll do anything you want." His cheeks turned bright red. "Even something nasty."

"Take off your shorts." I stepped back and got rid of my own clothes, noticing he still had a semi. If he could come again so soon, this would be scorching hot.

After he tossed his shorts onto the storage container with our other things, he looked down and gaped at me. "Damn, Luca. Call me a size queen, but you're huge. A lot bigger than I am."

"Never had any complaints." Could I sound any more like an arrogant prick? "Glad you like it."

"I love it already. Don't want to count my chickens early or anything, but I can't wait to get a closer look."

My heart hammered in my chest. "Count away. And for the record, your cock's big, too. Now, turn around and face the wall." Molding myself to his back, I wrapped my arms around his chest. His heart was racing, and it sped up even more when I kissed the back of his neck.

His breath hitched, and he pressed backward against me. "You feel so good."

I leaned my head forward, and when I touched my cheek to his, our scruff tangled. The thrill went right to my dick. Harper had a real beard, and for an awful second, I was afraid I might come all over his back. I wasn't into twinks, and Harper was definitely all man.

He turned his head enough to see me, fire blazing in his eyes. "I'm down for it if you want to fuck, but I hope you have a condom. I think there's a packet of lube in my shorts."

His wild look and raspy voice told me he needed to get fucked. Holy God, why didn't I put a condom in my pocket? I kissed his cheek, moaning when his stiff whiskers scraped against my lips. "I'd love to be inside you, but I don't have a condom. We don't need one for what I have in mind." He hummed softly while I slid a finger down his crack and across his taint, stopping where his scrotum began. There's a natural hollow there, between the legs, and I pushed a finger into the space. "Okay if I fuck you here?"

"Yeah. I've always wanted to do this."

"Game on, Harper." I spat in my hand and rubbed it around my dick. Positioning the head where my finger had been, I slid between his legs. The opening was warm and soft, and I whispered, "Squeeze your thighs together." The result was a tight, hot fit that made me groan. I pulled back enough to spit on my dick and push it in again. His sweat, combined with my saliva, eased the friction, and I began thrusting.

"Fuck yes." He followed his whisper with a lusty moan. "Goddamn, that feels good."

I held on to his hips and thrust faster. He undulated against me, pushing backward while I gained speed. "Fuck," I mumbled. "You feel amazing."

He was unsteady on his feet, bracing himself against the wall, and I let go of his hips and wrapped my arms around his chest again. His muscles flexed while his bare back slid against me, the incredible sensation drawing loud moans from both of us.

"Oh God! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I had a definite impression he liked this a lot. Was he a bottom? The idea of a guy like Harper with his legs in the air begging for it was incredibly hot. He was getting loud, so I removed a hand from his chest and put it over his mouth. "Need to stay quiet."

He dialed the volume down, and I moved my hand back where it had been. The Jitterbug was always a ghost town on weekday afternoons, so I doubted anyone was out there to hear us, but there was no point in taking chances. Neither of us needed a public indecency charge.

"Fuck," I croaked. "It's like I'm inside you."

"Wish you were."

There we go, vers at least.

He removed a hand from the wall and started jacking off. "Jerk it, baby," I whispered. "So fucking hot. Got another big load in there for me? Gonna shoot it all over the floor?"

"Fuck. Really close."

"Me too." I pounded him, struggling to keep us both upright. "I'm about to come, baby. Shoot with me."

He tensed, grunting viciously as he shoved back onto my dick. His taint pulsed as he painted the wall with a stream of cum. My orgasm slammed into me, so intense I felt like I hadn't come in a week. The loud splats of our cum hitting the wall and floor were obscene.

When we finished, he leaned back against me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Cum was still dribbling out of my cock, and I fucked his legs more, wanting to smear as much of me on him as I could. We moaned in unison when our breathing slowed. The world came back into focus, and I let him go. "Turn around."

He faced me, smiling. "I can't believe I came twice. Or that we did it here."

I winked. "Stick with me, and we'll have all kinds of fun."

"No doubt." He kissed me, and I lost myself in hope that we'd do this again when I could be inside him. His cheeks were pink when he drew away, and he said, "I liked having you back there, in case that wasn't clear. Were you serious about wanting to do this again?"

His eyes were wary, and I stroked his stubbly chin with my thumb. "A hundred percent. As great as this was, and it was fucking unbelievable , there's so much else I want to do with you." All at once, doubt reared its head. "If you're still interested."

He nodded, his expression brightening. "More than interested."

"Good."

We cleaned ourselves up as much as possible with paper towels, and he nodded at the door while we were getting dressed. "No one's tried it since we've been in here."

I kept my face as deadpan as possible. "Must be that out-of-order sign my friend put on the door after we came in."

Harper's eyes widened. "Are you fucking kidding me? How embarrassing."

I laughed. "You're too easy."

"Fuckwad." Somehow that word doesn't have its usual insulting effect when you snicker halfway through it.

We wiped our cum off the wall and floor, and then made sure all the bathroom surfaces were clean. After stuffing the paper towels into the waste can, I spoke quickly before I could overthink what I wanted to say. "I'll be home by six tomorrow night. Want to hang out?"

He grimaced. "I'm flying back to D.C. tomorrow to finish up my move. I'll be back next week, so can we do it then?"

My mouth went dry. Before we entered the bathroom, I'd mentioned tomorrow, but he hadn't said anything about leaving town. Was he putting me off after getting what he wanted, or was I being paranoid? Harper seemed like a good guy, so I went with my gut. "Sure. When will that be?"

"Monday night. I have a lot to do down there, and my buddies are having a going-away cookout for me. On top of everything else, I have to see the realtor who's selling my condo."

"A week?" I closed the distance between us. "You think I can wait that long for more of you?"

"Time flies, trust me." He quirked his lips into a sideways smile. "Jerk off to me every day, and we'll be together again in no time."

"Fuck that. You'll be jacking off to me."

His smirk softened into a real smile. "Probably."

My pulse raced as I imagined Harper, spread out on a bed, jerking his fat dick. He'd grunt my name while he shot his cum. I looked into his eyes and couldn't resist tracing a finger across his brow. "Now I'll be jerking off while I think about you jacking off to me."

He narrowed his eyes. "Don't you have to meet someone?"

"Yeah, a bunch of guys."

"Uh huh. Just making sure you weren't trying to start round two."

I sighed. "I'm afraid that will have to wait until you come back."

Harper had felt so good in my arms, all solid muscle and intense heat, giving himself to me. Now, I had the feeling he wanted to do it again as much as I did. I'd make sure I had a condom then, because I wanted to make his ass mine.

Next week seemed like an eternity away, and when an idea popped into my head, I went with it. "I don't know how much free time you'll have down there, but could we text while you're away?"

He tilted his head like he was sizing me up. "Texting? Seriously?"

I chuckled. "Yes, but I forgot. You don't answer texts."

He raised an eyebrow as a playful smile tugged at his lips. "Fine. You message me, I'll message back. But no more disappearing acts."

"You'll make the same promise? Pinky swear?"

Instead of locking fingers, we kissed. Slow, sweet, and filled with yet unsatisfied longing, it was the perfect conclusion to our restroom rambunctiousness.

After we drew apart, our eyes locked again, and it became hard to breathe. It was either leave now or try for round two after all, so I nodded at the door. "You go. I'll wait a minute in case someone's watching."

He touched my lips with his. "This was the best coffee break I've ever had. See you soon."

I watched him go, then leaned back against the wall. It had been the best hookup of my life. Harper was so red-hot, he set me on fire. A corner of my heart stirred, one I'd thought was long dead.