Page 4 of Labor of Love

“Come here,” he urged, parting his thighs. “Come here and put it in me. Let’s make a baby, West. Fuck my heat out of me.”

West was on him in an instant, one hand securing Luca’s shoulder to the bed while the other slipped between their bodies. There was the clink of metal—a belt buckle coming undone—then the zip of a hastily undone fly.

West didn’t take off his shirt.

He didn’t undo his pants.

Fly undone, he slotted himself between Luca’s legs, grabbed him by the hip, and brought the bare tip of his cock to Luca’s slick-soaked hole.

Luca didn’t even have a chance to see West’s cock before it pushed inside.

Sex wasn’t a new concept to Luca—he’d had his fair share of short-term boyfriends and one-night stands in the fourteen years since he and West had graduated high school—but comparing the sex he’d had with them to this was like comparing a three-legged race to an Olympic marathon.

All the awkwardness, the embarrassment, the sense that something just wasn’t right vanished. Gone were all his inhibitions. Nothing was holding him back now. With West, he took to the track not to fumble, but tofly.

Breathless, winded, dizzy-headed, Luca looked down his own body at where he ended, and West began. The marginal portion of West’s shaft that was visible wasthick,the size difference between them so drastic that the way their bodies came together bordered on absurd. Luca had taken big dicks before—had been born to take them, by virtue of his genes—but as West drew back and Luca witnessed his enormity in full, he was stunned that such a monstrous thing had found its way inside him.

Long.

Thick.

Beautifully veined.

It glistened with his slick, so wet it was almost dripping.

It drew out almost all the way, right to the point where its flared head snagged the clenching muscle of Luca’s hole, and made like it was going to keep going—like it was going to leave him. Seeing it, Luca gasped in horror and clamped down hard out of desperation. He didn’t want it to fall out. Even a second without West’s cock in him was too miserable a possibility to entertain.

“You… you have to put it back in,” he said urgently, panting. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from where it was jutting between his legs. “Put it all the way back in. Put it inside me anddon’t pull it out. Not ever. Want you to knot me. Want you to put itdeep.Never wanna see you this far out of me again.”

A visible shiver coursed through West, and he made a low, guttural sound in his throat that would have gone straight to Luca’s dick had he not already been rock hard. The hand that had been on Luca’s shoulder—the one that had pinned him down—released him so West’s elbow could find its place on the mattress next to Luca’s head. West’s other hand, once wrapped around the base of his cock to facilitate penetration, came to cup Luca’s ass. It lifted him up as though he weighed nothing, giving West better access to his body, then squeezed possessively.

It was all the warning Luca had before West pushed all the way back inside.

Dazed, Luca looked down his body.

He’d taken so much of West, there was barely any shaft left to see. How deep was it inside of him? Mouth falling open, he pushed down on his stomach, imagining it was there, so far up inside him that there was barely a place West wasn’t.

And then West began to thrust.

Consumed by the pleasure of it and spurred on by his heat, Luca cried out loud and locked his thighs around West’s hips while his arms wrapped around West’s neck, latching on to him so he could never pull out unbidden again. Not that West needed the encouragement. Hips rolling, shaft plunging into Luca with increasing vigor and speed, he seemed every bit as obsessed with Luca’s body as Luca was with his.

They fucked, and they fucked hard.

Fast.

West taking what he wanted while Luca clung to him, giving West everything he had. Gasping, panting, moaning, faces close but not quite touching, they ground on each other, inching closer and closer to completion—but as good as it was, it wasn’t enough.

Luca needed more.

He turned his head to look at West. Sweat had broken out across his brow and splotchy red patches rose from his neck all the way to his cheeks. His mouth hung open from the effort he was putting in to breed Luca, and his usually schooled expression had slipped. He looked a mess.

And all because of Luca.

Because he was so engrossed in Luca’s body that he didn’t have room to worry about what anyone else might think.

Luca’s heart thudded hard, and without thinking, he kissed the corner of West’s lips once, then again, and again, until West turned his head and met his mouth to kiss him properly. They sank onto the mattress together, West’s hips never stopping, while the kiss deepened.

West’s tongue met Luca’s, and that was it.

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