Page 115 of Back Room Host

A shiver coursed through my entire body as I felt his soft lips on mine. I hadn’t noticed how the cold had gripped me over the past few days until Luca’s warmth replaced it in an instant. I absorbed everything about him like a drowning man, gasping for air between kisses and wrapping my arms around him. Luca held me tight, supporting the back of my head with one hand as we shared a passionate kiss.

“Oh fuck, you make me so horny,” he murmured.

I pressed myself tighter against him. “No, you do.”

His hands roamed over my back and gripped my butt. When I felt his hardness against my stomach, I pushed him backwards toward the bed. Once he bumped against the edge with his heels, he sat down and eagerly looked up at me.

“Do you want to ravish me here?” he asked.

“Yes.” I sat with my legs spread on his lap.

“But I can wait if you …”

“No. I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me. Here and now. Deep and hard.”

“I’ll fuck you,” he agreed, “but this time differently. I want you to feel how much I love you.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “You’re really a romantic. How did you manage to keep that a secret from me?”

Luca laughed. “I didn’t hide anything. You just didn’t notice.” He spun me around, laid me on my back, and leaned over me like a predator. “And do you think your friends out there won’t mind us messing up their bed?”

“This has been my bed for a week and a half. The two of them didn’t want to let me go, so they probably won’t mind if we use a condom.”

As I spoke, I reached out for a condom and lubricant from the drawer next to the bed. Luca grinned and raised his knee higher into my groin. Lovingly, he caressed my forehead, and the mirth faded from his face. “I’m serious. You’re more important to me than anything else. I don’t want to be without you anymore. You complete me.”

I caught my breath. How many times had I heard that from men before? Each time, I had responded with a cool and casual attitude because their words meant nothing. Now I couldn’t think of anything to say because Luca’s words carried weight. They weren’t just thrown out there. With vigilant eyes, he assessed me, keeping me captivated as he searched my face for the slightest reaction. When my racing pulse finally calmed down and I managed to nod, Luca’s expression softened.

He lowered himself to me and kissed me with his velvety lips. The touch was electrifying. So warm, so tender. No one had ever kissed me like this before. I was momentarily paralyzed and wanted the moment to never end.

But then it got even better. Luca slipped a hand under my shirt and stroked my ribs and chest while rubbing his pelvis against mine in a steady rhythm, growing firmer. Through our panting, I felt how we were both already hard, but I couldn’t do anything. I lay there, not knowing what to do with my hands. I had never felt so helpless. Luca seemed to notice, so he intertwined his fingers with mine and pinned them above my head. His mischievous smile was reassuring, and when he kissed me again, I melted even more.

My desire grew stronger, and my pants were definitely too tight. I longed for Luca’s skin on mine and to feel connected to him. I finally freed myself from his grip, slid both hands under his shirt, and yanked it off along with his sweater.

Just the sight of his incredibly fit upper body made me shudder. The guy was so damn sexy. I couldn’t keep my handsoff him and touched his abdominal muscles, his chest, and his biceps.

“Do you like that?” he asked in a husky voice.

“Oh man, you have no idea!” I had only had sex with older men for the past few years. Clé was right. It was overdue for me to meet people my own age. But I never expected it to be someone like Luca, not even in my wildest dreams.

Luca sat between my legs and opened my pants. I took off my sweater and T-shirt and propped myself up on my forearms. Luca freed my penis from the tightness, pulled off my pants and shorts, and spread my legs. It didn’t surprise me that he enjoyed the sight for a while. He even held back with touches, coaxing me out of my shell. My hand went to my crotch, I kneaded my balls, and wrapped my hard cock. As I tugged back the foreskin, Luca couldn’t control himself anymore, leaned forward, and took me in his mouth.

Shit … that feels so good.

I leaned my head back, relieved to feel Luca’s warmth. He pushed my hand aside, jerked me off, and sucked on my frenulum. It was just too good. Too hot. It fueled the fire in me, and I writhed under his touches. While he continued to lick my cock, he rubbed my thighs and massaged the muscles. He kneaded all the tension out of me and even smiled. Torturing me was fun for him because he knew I craved him.

“Please,” I begged and searched for his abs, but unfortunately, he was a bit too far away.

Then he touched my hole and started massaging. I was breathless, and shortly after, I gasped for air. I hadn’t even noticed he had already rubbed his fingers with lubricant, but now he smeared me with it and prepared me by gently inserting a finger. I gasped again. It was the first time since that night, and the bad memories inevitably flashed through me.

“Should I stop?”

“No,” I sought Luca’s gaze. Just his proximity gave me a feeling of security. “It’s beautiful.” The good feeling outweighed everything, and I could feel Luca’s love with all my senses. And I wanted more of it. Everything.

After Luca slipped off his pants and boxers, he grabbed the condom. I watched as he put it on while massaging my hard cock. As he ran his hand through his hair and brushed back a few strands, my heart skipped a beat. He was just so sexy. And then that smile.

Like a big cat, Luca leaned over me again, kissing my nipples, my neck, and then my mouth. He lay down on me and set me on fire with his body heat. Rubbed his hard cock against mine and kissed me again. Then he positioned his dick at my entrance. My hole twitched impatiently as I raised my legs. He pressed into me, his movements deliberate and tender, coaxing a long moan from my lips. I arched my chest forward, tilting my head in sheer ecstasy.

So good …

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