Chapter 25

Adrian opened the door and staggered back as Luca crashed into him.

“I’ve just told him. Jonathan. I told him about us. About everything,” Luca rasped into his chest, wrapping his arms around him and pressing so close he was all but climbing inside of him. “I had to come and tell you. I couldn’t go back to the hotel and carry on like nothing had happened, I?—”

Adrian eased Luca away, holding him at arm’s length. Luca’s face was flushed, his eyes unnaturally bright, as though he were running a fever, a fever Adrian needed to cool.

“Stop. Come in, there’s just us here.” Pulling Luca towards the kitchen, the heart of the farmhouse, Adrian eased him into a chair at the table. Sitting down next to him, he wrapped Luca’s hot, clammy hands in his own. “Tell me what happened. Did he lose his temper with you?” Lava hot heat rose up inside Adrian. If Jonathan had so much as?—

“No.” Luca shook his head hard from side to side. “Or not exactly?—”

“What?” Adrian burst out as he tried to stand, but Luca pulled him back.

“He was angry and upset, more so than I’d anticipated. How could I have been so stupid to not realise?—”

“What he wanted from you?”

“For what he felt. It was way more than I ever guessed. Whatever he thought we were, or could be, it’s over. I’ve been such an idiot. A stupid, blind idiot. Why didn’t I see it? Why didn’t I?—”

“That’s enough.” Adrian pulled Luca out of the chair and dragged him onto his lap. Luca cleaved to him. “You’ve told him, you made it clear what the situation is. You did what you had to do.” Placing a kiss on top of Luca’s head, he nuzzled into his hair breathing in the soft vanilla shampoo. “These things, they’re messy and ugly. There’s nothing polite or civilised when it comes to telling somebody you don’t want them.” Adrian’s heart clenched hard against the sting of his own words.

“I wasn’t that brutal. Or I don’t think I was,” Luca murmured into Adrian’s chest.

“You wouldn’t have been because that’s not you.”

Luca huffed. “No, perhaps not. But this mess is because of me. I’ve been too bloody polite, too nice. All it’s done is muddy the waters.” Luca pulled back and looked up; his eyes had lost their fever and now looked sad and tired. “I felt so sick with nerves, going round to tell him. But I had to explain, face to face. It’d been wrong not to.”

“Yes, it would have been wrong. Being truthful, honest and open are always important, no matter how much it pains. You’re not a dishonest man. If you were you’d have not been tied up in knots. But he knows, and he knows from you. That’s what counts.”

“Not sure he’s too keen on remaining friends.” Luca sank back against Adrian. Tightening his arms around Luca, Adrian said nothing. “Are Harry and Elena around?”

“No. Elena’s left for the day, and Harry’s making a delivery in Exeter. He’ll be gone for hours.”

Luca wriggled out of Adrian’s lap. “Good, because I think I need consoling, and one hell of a lot of TLC.”

* * *

Adrian slammed the bedroom door hard.

Tearing off their clothes, throwing them to the floor, they stood naked, both of them breathing hard in the sun dappled room. Adrian’s heart leapt. Christ, but Luca was beautiful. Pale skin, lean body, a light dusting of blond hair on his chest, leading down to the treasure trail and his heavy, flushed cock, standing tall and hard, pre-cum glistening at the head.

Adrian moved forward, slowly, carefully, forcing Luca back a step.

“How do you want me to console you, Luca? Tell me about the TLC you want.” Adrian ran his finger from the base of Luca’s cock all the way up to the wet tip. Luca moaned, his eyes falling to a close as Adrian palmed his hot, hard length.

“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you tell me what you want.”

Luca’s eyes snapped open. “I—I want you to fuck me,” he whispered.

Adrian’s heart twisted and his own straining cock nodded against his stomach, as Luca gazed up at him, his eyes glazed.

“Please, Adrian.”

Two words, no more than a breathy whisper, were a missile exploding in Adrian’s balls. He moved in closer, bringing his lips to Luca’s ear. Heat radiated from Luca’s flushed skin, searing his own,

“Then you’re going to have to ride me. You’re going to have to ride every inch of my cock. Is that what you want, babe? You want to ride my cock?” Adrian squeezed and rubbed Luca’s swollen length, every tiny jolt, every tremor of need feeding his own hunger.

Luca swallowed hard, and nodded.

Adrian edged him towards the bed. “Do you really think I’d just give it to you? You can have what you want, but you’re going to have to work for it.” Pushing Luca onto his back, he shoved his legs apart.

Luca gasped. “Work for it? What are you?—”

“I said you’ll get my cock, but first you’re going to let me taste that gorgeous arse of yours.”

Grabbing a pillow, Adrian positioned it under Luca’s hips, canting him upwards. Running his hands along Luca’s thighs he eased his legs wider.

Adrian breathed deep, trying to calm the runaway beat of his heart. The temptation to fall on Luca, to gorge and feast, grabbed at him, but as he drank in the site of Luca, naked and exposed in every way, more than anything he wanted to make it good for the man who was quietly stealing his heart.

“You okay, babe?” Adrian murmured as he pressed a line of soft kisses along the inside of one of Luca’s thighs. He smiled when Luca answered with a sigh.

Anything Luca wanted, anything he needed, Adrian would give it all. The morning’s events were to be swept aside as though they’d never been, leaving a clean slate only they would make their mark on.

More kisses, some licks and soft nips, past Luca’s heavy balls, through the short, rough hair, all the way down. Adrian’s mouth watered as he pressed a kiss to Luca’s fluttering hole. He breathed in deep, soaking his senses in Luca’s musk rich scent, taking a moment to savour the man laid out before him, before he ran the flat of his tongue across Luca’s hot, tight entrance.

Luca groaned, arching his back, pushing himself at Adrian’s mouth. He gripped the sheets as Adrian teased and licked, and teased again, his tongue expertly exploring every patch of hot flesh.

“Please,” Luca pleaded, panting heavily.

Adrian grinned against Luca’s skin, sucking, licking, and sucking again, drawing muttered, incoherent moans and curses, stretching out the tease as he stretched the ring of Luca’s tight muscle, before plunging his tongue inside him. Luca clenched hard around him, pushing, urging him deeper. Wet noise filled the bedroom, as Adrian pulled out and sucked and licked and sucked again.

A ragged sigh broke on Luca’s lips as his body trembled with pleasure. “God, yes,” he gasped.

“You like that, baby? You want more of my mouth?” Adrian ground out, his voice burning his throat like sun baked gravel.

“I—oh, Jesus, I…” The rest of Luca’s words were swallowed up in a breathy, agonising cry as Adrian pushed hard into Luca’s hot, rough passage.

Adrian’s neglected cock bobbed against his stomach, begging for attention, so heavy and aching it teetered on the edge of pain. His balls began their tell tale tingle. Squeezing his eyes closed he snaked a hand down and squeezed the base of his cock, fending off his own rising orgasm. Agony, it was fucking burning, searing agony. But he could and would wait, because this was all for Luca. Everything his man needed and wanted from him, he would give it all.

His man.

His man. Luca was his. The words echoed in his head, driving him on. His. All his.

Reaching up, he grabbed hold Luca’s hips, holding him steady as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out as Luca’s moans and gasps ripped through the thick, sex scented air.

Adrian pulled away, falling back on his heels, breathing hard as he dragged the back of his hand across his wet, swollen lips. He crawled back up Luca’s body until their faces were level with each other, and claimed a deep kiss, every bit as hot and wet as Luca’s sweet hole.

“Ready for my cock now?” Adrian growled in a low voice.

Luca swallowed and nodded. “Yes,” he said, the word little more than a croak.

Rolling on the condom, and slathering his sheathed dick in lube was the work of seconds. Riding his dick through his tunnelled fist and bringing himself to complete fullness again, Adrian watched Luca as Luca watched him. A smile lifted his lips. Luca was worlds away from the cool, sophisticated man he showed to the rest of the world as he stared, mesmerised, at Adrian’s cock, slipping and sliding through his palm.

With his free hand, Adrian thrust the lube at Luca, raising an eyebrow as he did. It broke the spell holding Luca rigid, and he scrambled up to his knees, squirting slick onto his fingers and applying it to himself.

“Come here.”

Luca edged towards him, sighing when Adrian placed his hands either side of his face.

“I want you so much, more than you can ever imagine.” He gazed into Luca’s eyes, his heart twisting at the trust he saw there. He took a breath, and a moment, to steady his voice. “But I don’t want to hurt you. If it’s too much, if you want to stop at any?—”

“No, you stop.” Luca pressed a finger to Adrian’s lips, severing his words.

“I want this. I want you. If I want you to stop, you’ll know. And I trust you to do so.” Luca’s finger slipped from Adrian’s lips, replaced with a soft, lingering kiss that plucked at every one of Adrian’s heart strings.

Adrian wound his arms around Luca, pulling him close and holding him hard as he deepened the kiss. Their cocks rubbed and bobbed against each other, both of them moaning as their hips rocked, chasing the contact. Twisting Luca around, Adrian fell backwards, pulling Luca with him.

“And I want this,” Adrian whispered. “You, on top. Riding me. All the way to the finish line.” Holding him fast, Adrian felt a shiver of want ripple through Luca’s body and the thundering beat of his heart, pressed so close to his own.

“Come on, babe, let me make you feel good,” he whispered against Luca’s ear, nipping the lobe.

His knees either side of Adrian, Luca hovered over him. Supported by his outstretched arms, Luca rocked backwards and forwards, his arse lightly teasing Adrian’s cock. Adrian hissed, the briefest, softest touch burning the length of his super sensitive dick. Above him, Luca grinned.

You little fucker…

Clamping his hands to Luca’s hips, he stopped him dead. Snaking one hand down, he took hold of himself, and positioned his cock head against Luca’s hole. Nudging, probing, he gazed up into Luca’s glazed, dark eyes, and raised a brow.

Throwing his head back, Luca sank down.

“Fuck,” Adrian gritted out. Breaching the muscle, digging his fingers hard into Luca’s hips, Adrian chased his burning breath. Both stilled for a long moment, their bodies accommodating each other.

Adrian gazed up at Luca, his heart galloping hard and fast. Broken sunlight fell across his man, picking out the lighter strands in his hair and forming a soft halo around his head. Luca’s eyes were closed, his face flushed, and his wet, parted lips deep red and swollen. An angel… the word shivered through Adrian. A beautiful, fallen, debauched angel. And all his.

Luca’s back arched, his body trembling, each tiny spasm reverberating through Adrian.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” Luca shifted his position, pulling off Adrian’s cock to just the tip before slamming down again, impaling himself as Adrian met him with a forceful thrust, as their bodies began to move in perfect rhythm.

Luca’s muscles clenched and unclenched around Adrian, pulling him deeper with each movement. Sweat coated their skin, hot and slick, each thrust and roll of hips more frenzied than the last. Unable to resist any longer, Adrian pulled Luca’s head down and claimed his mouth in a desperate, messy, sloppy kiss, their tongues tangling and fighting for control.

“Jesus Christ, Adrian. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Luca panted, his voice filled with need and desperation.

The bed groaned beneath them, the heavy wooden headboard banged into the wall as they rocked and ground against each other. The scent of sweat and sex saturated the air, mixing with the faint citrus fragrance of Luca’s cologne, and the earthier, darker scents of the land.

Adrian stared up at the man whose every thrust, every roll of his hips, every moan and whimper was tearing him apart. His heart twisted in his chest, so intense it was a real and physical pain.

When had he ever felt like this?

When had it ever been like this?

As Luca’s every move, every cry ripped through him, he knew the answer not only in his body, but in his soul.

Never.

He pulled Luca down, desperate to kiss again, to taste, as he thrust his hips, driving into Luca harder, deeper, craving every inch of their connection.

“Perfect, babe. So fucking perfect.”

The tell tale buzz tightened Adrian’s balls, an almost painful fizz that was ready to explode. Close, he was so damn close, the wave running through him undeniable and unstoppable. He moved his hands to cup Luca’s backside, squeezing hard as he drove into him faster and faster.

“Come with me,” Adrian rasped, taking Luca’s hot, heavy cock in his hand, setting a punishing tempo, working Luca as relentlessly as he fucked into him.

Luca cried out, his head thrown back, every muscle in his body taut as he came apart in Adrian’s grip. Hot, sticky jets of cum hit Adrian’s stomach as with a broken cry his own orgasm shattered through him. He came with a roar, fucking them both into mind-blowing oblivion.

Spent and chasing every breath, Adrian dissolved into a boneless heap. Luca fell forward onto his chest, and Adrian folded him into his arms, holding tight to Luca’s trembling, feverish body. Slowly, he ran his hands over Luca’s burning skin; under his steady, soothing touch, Luca calmed, the tremor running through him fading to nothing.

Adrian blinked up at the ceiling. “That was… that was… Christ…”

Luca lifted his head, his eyes now more blue than black, and any other words Adrian might have had died on his tongue. Luca was a mess. His hair stuck to his brow in sweaty clumps and his face was flushed and blotchy. A smear of cum glistened on his cheek. Adrian swallowed. A beautiful, incredible, wonderful mess.

“I don’t think I can move,” Luca said, his voice rough and groggy.

“Then don’t, not yet. Because I’ll be damned if I can.”

Adrian eased Luca’s head down to his chest, and tightened his arms around him. They should get cleaned up. But not now, a little later, because for now all that mattered was the bundle of happiness and contentment lying against him, wrapped up warm in his arms.