Page 27 of Crossed Sticks

I tried to save a little dignity and refuse, tell him my friends might hear. But my reserve was no match for how much I wanted him. “Fuck me. Please give me your cock.”

“Mm. I like dirty talk, Harper. Do you?”

“Yes.” The filthier, the better, but I’d never had many partners who felt the same. “I like it a lot.”

“Don’t be shy, then. Tell me in detail.”

I took a moment to catch my breath. “It’s like I have this ache I can’t reach, and the only thing that could help would be for me to be stretched open and fucked hard. I want you to play with my hole. Lick it, and then stick your big veiny cock up my ass and plow me till I can hardly breathe.”

Between labored breaths, he mumbled, “I’ll fucking plow you, all right. You won’t know what hit you.”

“Say dirty things while you fuck me?”

“As filthy as you want.”

“Please, Luca.”

We were both jacking superfast, our harsh grunts filling the air.

“I’ll eat your ass until you need my dick so much you can’t talk. Then I’ll plow your hole until you beg me to never stop. I’ll make you mine. You want to belong to me, don’t you, babe? Be my filthy man-slut?”

Luca’s rough voice sent chills through me. It was all too much. The talk, his lust-glazed eyes, the shiny streak of precum running over his fingers. I moaned and whispered, “I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too.” He shifted his gaze down to my cock. “Shoot your load for me.”

“Fuck!” I gritted out the word as a rope of cum splashed across my chest. Grunting with every shot, I battled to remain quiet while I came all over myself.

He groaned as a geyser of white erupted from his cock, and I kept jerking myself while he shot a milky load across his abs.

We both slumped as our orgasms wound down. If not for the headboard behind me, I’d have collapsed flat on my back.

“Holy shit, Harper. You’re goddamn beautiful when you come. I want to fuck you all night so I can see it over and over.”

A massive lump filled my throat, and I fought to contain a sob. Did he mean it? He didn’t think my o-face was ugly?

“Earth to Harper. Everything all right over there?”

“Yeah, just… That was mindboggling. Thank you so much.”

“It was awesome for me, too. Look what a mess you made.”

I snickered. “Like you didn’t? Wish I could lick yours up.”

He bounced his eyebrows. “I love how dirty you are. I can’t wait to get my hands on you again.”

“I want it, too.” Still breathing hard, I stared into the laptop’s camera. “Luca?”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“I was serious. Those things I said—that’s what I need.”

“Fly home right now, and I’ll pound you so hard you’ll be screaming my name. Then I’ll do it over and over, as many times as you want.”

Unbelievably, as spent as my dick was, it twitched. Maybe, at last, I’d get what I needed so much.

Saturday Morning

The bank I’d always used was open on Saturdays, so I went there to take care of some financial business. After that, I drove to the warehouse where I’d stored the things I didn’t take to Buffalo. I looked through it all to be sure I hadn’t changed my mind, and then headed for the consignment company to arrange for them to sell everything. On my way back to Nick and Jacob’s house, I realized I’d completed my D.C. to-do list.

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