Page 53 of Sparring Partners
“No,youstop.” 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.
“AndIwant 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.
