Chapter 29

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

THIS WAS A bad idea. A really fucking bad idea.

Dom couldn’t even blame the alcohol for what he was about to do, because the truth was, he wanted it. Wanted to shut Luca up, wanted to fuck him until he couldn’t stand, until he was back on his knees, where he belonged.

With Luca’s chin in hand and their lips practically touching, it would be too easy to take him right here. But any of the guys could walk in at any moment, and that was unacceptable.

Dom bit down on Luca’s lower lip and growled, “Get upstairs.”

Luca pulled back, obviously getting the wrong idea, and shook his head. “No.”

Then he reached for the waist of Dom’s pants, intent on getting what he wanted, and Dom had to admit that was a turn-on he hadn’t expected. But nothing was going to happen here.

“Get upstairs,” he said again. “Now. Or I’ll fucking drag you.”

Luca dropped his hands and stared. He thought Dom was getting rid of him, but he couldn’t be more wrong.

“Fine,” Luca said, grabbing the bottle of vodka before heading toward the stairs, muttering curses.

Dom adjusted his growing erection before following Luca upstairs. Luca stood waiting outside the guest room.

“Wrong door,” Dom said, hitting the unlock button for his own. “Get inside before I change my mind.”

Luca blinked, realization finally kicking in, and made his way past Dom quicker than lightning. The door clicked shut behind them, and Dom watched as Luca walked into the center of the room. It wasn’t the first time he’d been in there—that happened the night of the shower. But tonight there was something distinctly different about his room, something Dom hadn’t thought about when he ordered the kid up here.

“Um… What the hell is that?” Luca asked, coming to an abrupt halt as he stared at the wall where the van Gogh that usually hid the one-way mirror had been left open.

Dom said nothing as Luca took a wary step in the direction of the glass. The mirror framed the perfect picture of his room. His bed. The clothes on the rack. The en suite… It was a voyeur’s dream.

Luca shook his head. “I…I don’t understand.”

Oh, he understood just fine. It was just taking a second for his brain to make sense of it through all the alcohol.

“That’s my room.” Luca whipped his head around. “You’ve been watching me? This whole time?”

“Every hour. Every minute.” Dom reached for the bottle Luca held and slid it onto the dresser beside them. Then he stepped forward until Luca’s back was against the glass. “Every fucking piece of clothing you removed.” He reached down and curled his fingers around the hard cock testing the zipper of Luca’s jeans. “I’m going to enjoy finally getting inside that smooth ass of yours.”

Luca’s breathing was much faster now as he pushed his hips forward into Dom’s hand.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Fuck.The balls on this kid were something else, considering everything he’d just found out. But when he reached down and pressed Dom’s hand even tighter against his erection, it was clear Luca was beyond thinking about anything other than getting what he wanted.

Dom shoved the hand away and flicked open the button of Luca’s jeans. “I didn’t tell you that you could touch.”

Luca’s eyes blazed with rebellion.

“You want this, you play by my rules.” Dom slipped his hand into Luca’s briefs and curled his fingers around the shaft. “That means you do what I want, when I want. You don’t question me. You comply.”

He tightened his grip, and Luca gasped.

“Do I make myself clear?”

Luca gritted his teeth and nodded.

“Good.” Dom swiped his thumb over the sticky head of Luca’s dick and released him, then brought his hand to his mouth and sucked it clean. “I’m gonna hurt you so good you’re going to beg me to never stop.”

Luca’s pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed.

Dom scraped his teeth along Luca’s jaw line to his ear. “Now turn the fuck around.”

Luca didn’t hesitate to push off the wall and turn to face the mirror.

“Put your hands on the glass,” Dom said as he stepped back and took in the picture in front of him.

Luca had a remarkable body in and out of clothes, and as Dom drank in the broad shoulders and built, toned arms, he reached down to palm his throbbing cock.

He was going to enjoy the hell out of this. He hadn’t had his dick in something this young and tight in a long time.

Dom moved in behind Luca and placed a palm on his back between his shoulder blades. Luca arched into the touch as Dom smoothed his hand up to where his shoulder met his neck and squeezed, then, without warning, gave Luca a shove—but he didn’t budge.

“Very good,” Dom said, and trailed his fingers down Luca’s spine to the hem of his shirt. “You’re gonna want to brace yourself for what I’m about to do to you.”

He slipped his fingers into Luca’s jeans and briefs and tugged them down, and Luca bit into his lower lip and canted that perfect ass back against Dom’s pants.

Dom growled and lowered his eyes to the tempting flesh teasing his covered cock, then drew a finger across Luca’s tailbone, making him tremble. Luca turned back to face the glass, his hands sure and steady, as Dom slid his index finger down Luca’s crack and pushed the pad against the hole. Luca moaned, his ass cheeks flexing, as Dom gripped his cheeks and spread them wide so he could spit on Luca to get him wet. As Dom rubbed his finger back and forth and pushed it inside, stretching, he reveled in the warm channel that surrounded him and felt his cock begin to throb.

Soon,he promised his dick. Soon it will be swallowing you whole.

Dom shoved the jeans the rest of the way down Luca’s legs. “Lift your arms.”

Luca obeyed without question, and when the shirt was tossed aside and he was standing completely naked, Dom took a step back to admire what he’d just uncovered.

Luca had a beautiful body. Smooth, unblemished skin, not one ounce of fat on him. Every single angle and groove was an invitation to come lick and touch.

“Put your hands back on the mirror,” Dom said before he did something stupid, like get Luca to turn around so Dom could see all of him. Dom knew better than to give him that upper hand, to let Luca know just how fucking attractive he was.

Dom unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, then moved to the dresser and opened a drawer.

He could feel Luca’s eyes on him as he pulled out a condom. He reached down and popped open the button on his pants, then he unzipped and pulled out his aching dick. It was thick and hard, more than ready to plow inside Luca.

“You want this?” Dom asked as he sheathed himself.

Luca’s eyes fell to his covered cock, and he nodded. “Yes,” he said, as his stiff dick jerked in mutual agreement.

Dom reached for the bottle of lube and poured some into his hand, then wrapped his fingers around himself and began to stroke. “How bad?”

Luca blinked, his eyes glued to the slow, methodical way Dom stroked himself. “Bad.”

Dom shut the dresser drawer and made his way over to Luca, continuing to stroke himself. Luca’s eyes were full of arousal, full of frustration.

“Would you die for it?” Dom asked.

Luca trembled, but never took his eyes off Dom’s. “I thought that was already determined.”

Dom’s stomach twisted, and he faltered. Luca was right: it didn’t matter if this was the best fuck of the century—it wasn’t going to change the outcome here, and they needed to remember that.

Luca was the enemy. He was the end game. And there was only one way to accomplish that.

Get in, get off, then get the fuck out. This was nothing more than a stress relief to pass time. If it was as good as Dom had a feeling it would be, then maybe he could do Luca a solid and end things quickly for him.

“Dom?”

He snapped back to the reality where he was standing by a beautiful, naked man with his dick in his hand. Before Dom did or said anything else stupid, he grabbed the back of Luca’s neck and crushed their mouths together.

Dom bit and sucked at Luca’s lips, the need to mark and possess now riding him strong even as his momentary misstep lingered in his mind. Luca opened to him, as desperate and greedy for the deeper connection as Dom was, as their tongues dueled in a kiss that bordered on painful.

A low moan ripped out of Luca and into him, and Dom tore his mouth free. The air in the room was close to combustible as his body vibrated with the need for more. Then he shoved Luca away and walked behind him.

Dom moved into position behind the phenomenal body braced and waiting for him, kicked open Luca’s feet, and took hold of his shoulder. He dragged his lubed dick up and down the channel he’d fingered earlier.

“Remember, you asked for this.”