Page 56 of Karma Kitty Christmas
“Even better. We take care of each other.”
Isaac’s body relaxed a little as Luca continued to nuzzle. “Would you like me to take care of you?” he asked coyly.
“After that dessert tonight?” Luca asked, moving the kisses to Isaac’s neck under his sleepshirt. “I think you’re the one getting the gratitude blow job.”
“Oooh….” Luca’s lips under the shirt, grazing his nipples, were all he needed for the pulse of desire to wake him up.
“Good noise,” Luca purred. “Let’s see if we can make some more.”
Isaac arched is hips so Luca could pull his pajama pants and briefs off, and the cool air, coupled with Luca’s warm touch, made every brush of flesh shivery with sex.
The heat of Luca’s mouth as he took Isaac inside was enough for Isaac to close his eyes and groan, and for a moment, Isaac was content to let Luca take care of him, his mouth hot and wet, his hand firm, his every touch purposeful and delirious.
And then Luca breached him with a spit-slick finger, and he knew whatrealdelirium was all about.
When Isaac was shaking with arousal, and so, so close to coming, Luca slid up his body and shoved gently at his thighs. His cock at Isaac’s entrance was—as usual—almost scary big, but it was also welcome, and Isaac pushed against the intrusion,knowing he was relaxed enough to open for it, to engage and grip it as it slid into his body.
Ah! Gods, this never got old.
Luca started to move, and Isaac let out a small groan, not too loud, and then a louder one as Luca thrust faster and harder, their passion building,burning, and his need opening like a black hole in his gut.
A hole Luca was already filling.
Their rhythm changed, grew faster, brutally fast, and Isaac cried out again, louder, as Luca’s fucking took over his body, and for a moment he was lost in the chaos of sex, of cock and ass and come, until it erupted, blowing everything apart, Isaac’s body, his psyche, his soul.
Until he came to himself, Luca still lodged in his ass, their harsh breathing filling the air, and Isaac wondered vaguely how he’d managed to survive his clubbing years and ten years of marriage and still not know what sex was.
As his breathing slowed, he caught Luca’s soft laugh and smiled as he kissed the hollow of Luca’s neck, which he knew was sensitive.
“What?” Isaac asked shyly.
“You gonna say the word?” Luca asked, tilting his head back and thrusting again hopefully.
Isaac smiled, feeling smug. “The word?”
“Yeah, Isaac—what were we just doing?”
Isaac laughed softly. “Fucking, Luca. You were fucking me.”
“God yes.” Luca thrust again, and to Isaac’s surprise, he was growing harder. “And you fucked me back.”
Isaac grunted, and some of his own desire flooded back, his entire body open to it now, one big exposed sexual nerve, his reserve stripped away by open communication—and glorious fucking.
“Yeah, I did,” he said, moving against Luca, starting to crave their friction again in spite of his come-sloppy body.
Luca’s grin in the dark was sweetly diabolical, and Isaac’s cock started to harden even as their bodies resumed that thing, that thing, that glorious fucking thing that felt like their whole purpose right now.
“Wanna do it again?” Luca asked wickedly.
“Fuck away,” Isaac told him, shivers of need gaining traction in his stomach, his ass, his spine.
“Oh yeah.”
ISAAC DIDN’Tsay anything to Luca and Allegra, but Allegra’s birthday party was one of the biggest things he’d ever done. He’d enlisted help—Jimmy Bob and his niece invited the friends from work and organized their food and drink, Roxy told him where he could call for a cake and delivery, Luca was responsible for setting Euclid up in Isaac’s room, away from all the people, and Marcelle and Sheryl were put in charge of making sure Allegra’s only job was to go to the bathroom and come back—and to relay to the other partygoers if things got too loud for Allegra and she had to nap in her room.
Allegra wasn’t an introvert, though—pregnant and tired, yes, but she was energized by all the people and held court in her favorite chair with her feet up, her knitting in her lap like a queen. Sheryl and Marcelle brought her presents and sparkling cider, and her nonna sat on her left and entertained them all with charming stories of their senior home. Luca and his guys spent part of the time giving tours through the house next door, which, after a final coat of paint that they planned to put on after Halloween, was lookingmorethan ready for a resale flip, which would keep his grandparents financially stable for a very long time.
And Pop Pop had quietly promised Luca a bonus for his crew, who had all pitched in to help at one time or another. He’d spent part of his life as an accountant, he’d told Luca solemnly while Isaac served him tea, but he remembered what working construction through school was like. He was very grateful for their help.
