Page 39 of The Fortunate Ones
Luca clicked his tongue, stopping me in my tracks. I raised my eyes to his face and waited.
“No hands, sweet boy.”
Fuck. My shoulders shook with need. I whipped my hands behind my back so fast I thought I was going to dislocate my shoulder. Luca chuckled and fisted my hair, a silent reminder to slow down. I whined at the tug and then stared at him in desperation, ready to get to his dick already.
“Wow, you really are excited. Go on then.”
As soon as he released me, I lunged forward, my teeth catching on the fabric of his pants. Luca was wearing jeans, which made things more difficult, but I was up for the challenge.At least he leaned back in the chair and spread his legs to give me more room.
It took a few tries, but eventually I got the button open. I bit around the zipper next, wasting no time before tugging it open.
I went to work on his underwear next, but Luca stopped me. He lifted his ass off the chair and tugged the fabric down to his knees before falling back. He flashed me an apologetic smile.
“Sorry. I’m losing patience. I need your mouth.”
I huffed a laugh but was knee-walking forward and into his space before he even finished talking.
Because I was a brat, and it had been too long, I didn’t immediately indulge in his length. Burying my nose in his pubic hairs, I inhaled deeply, nearly getting drunk on his heavy scent.
Luca hissed, his fingers curling around the back of my neck. He didn’t pull me back though, so I took that as permission and sucked his balls into my mouth.
He let me play for about thirty seconds before I was pulled off him. He gripped my chin hard, the look in his dark eyes dangerous.
“No more games, boy. Now, open up.”
I barely managed to before he was shoving my head down at the same time as he lifted his hips off the chair, filling my mouth with his thick and heavy cock.
He didn’t stop pushing until his tip was touching the back of my throat. All I could do was relax and wait. I pressed my tongue up against the underside of his dick and hollowed my cheeks, giving him as much suction as I could.
“Fuck. I’ll never get enough of your mouth, trouble. Now, hold on and watch those teeth.”
Luca released his hold on my face and gripped the armrests of his chair. He pulled out enough that I could manage one panting, desperate breath, that wasn’t nearly enough, before being filled again. You would think from this angle, Lucawouldn’t have enough leverage to properly fuck my throat, but you’d be wrong.
It was all I could do to hang on and breathe when he allowed it. Soon, my head got swimmy, and I sank into that feeling. I stopped fighting for air, stopped fighting the urge to gag. If that was what Sir wanted, then that was what he would get. Nothing mattered in that moment but being the best possible cocksucker for Sir that I could be.
I had no idea how long I knelt just like that, drool and precum trailing down my chin, tears running down my cheeks. It could have been minutes or hours. I was fine with either. I would stay there for as long as Sir wanted.
Then, just when I thought I might die with Luca’s cock down my throat, he pulled out. “Tongue out and eyes closed, Brooks.”
Huh? His words made no sense, but I obeyed on instinct, holding my aching jaw open wider, my tongue out, and eyes closed. I understood why seconds later when Luca grunted, and then his warm, sticky release splashed across my face. It kept going. Some landed on my forehead and even my hair. I didn’t move, didn’t try to lick it off or swallow even though I wanted to so fucking badly. But Sir hadn’t told me to, so I waited like the good boy I sometimes was.
All I could hear was Luca’s pants and the squelching sound of his hand on his dick as he pumped it over and over again, getting the last of his cum out.
“Open your eyes, trouble.”
They blinked open. Luca was standing now, his softening dick directly in front of my eyes. His thick and hairy thighs pulsed from the aftereffects of his release. Fuck, I wanted to bite them, but that would be too much effort.
Luca hauled me to my feet, his strong hands keeping me steady as he sucked his cum right off my tongue.
“Sirrrr,” I whined, so fucking needy, though it probably sounded like gibberish.
He only grinned, closing my mouth with his hand before rubbing his thumb across my release-stained lips.
“Fuck, baby boy. Look at you. You look so slutty like this. So fucking needy. I love seeing you marked as mine. If I could keep you like this all the time, I would.”
It was a lucky thing Luca was holding me up because my knees buckled.
Luca’s eyes trailed down to the wet spot on my pants. He squeezed my desperate, caged dick through the fabric.
