Page 37 of Crossed Sticks

“Are you as tired of jerking off as I am?”

He ran a finger over my crack, and my moan was embarrassingly loud. I really wished I’d taken my shorts off. “Fuck yes.”

He pressed his finger against the fabric. “Still want me to fuck you?”

Heat shot through me, destroying everything in its path but the desire to have Luca in my ass. “You’ll really do it? Guys usually want…”

“I know what they want. They want it from me, too, but it works because I’m a top.” Hepulled me against him again. “But you’re not,” he whispered against my lips. “You want to take it.”

“Yes. I never get it, though.”

“I want to take care of you. Will you let me give you what you need?”

Breathless, I nodded.

“Up in your loft?”

Exhaling shakily, I backed out of the hug and took his hand. “Come on.”

I led him upstairs, and when we were beside my bed, we took off our shirts. Wrapping me in his arms, he smiled. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Harper. I’ve got to get inside you.”

“I need you there.”

Our chests touched, and I sighed when his hair scraped against me and our hearts pounded together. He kissed me, then grazed his teeth along my lower lip. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and we swayed, lost in desire, while I sucked it. Iwrapped my arms around his neck and held on for what I hoped would be the ride of my life.

As he had downstairs, he squeezed my ass and pulled me against him. The sensations—his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my ass, and his heavy dick grinding against mine—were overpowering. I grunted as he moved his hips, rocking against me.

When the kiss broke, he knelt in front of me. After taking off my socks, he inched my shorts and boxers down my legs, ignoring my cock but planting kisses on my thighs.

“Shit, Luca. Suck me.”

He stood up, smiling while he took off the rest of his clothes. We’d seen each other in the coffee shop and online, but now we could take all the time we needed to look and touch. His body was a work of art. Each muscle was defined, and his olive skin glowed in the room’s dim lamplight. His legs were covered with dark hair, and neatly trimmed pubes framed his long, thick cock. He was cut, and the tip glistened with precum. Though I resisted the urge to touch it, I couldn’t help running my fingers through his chest hair.

He stepped back and looked me over. Despite being naked in locker rooms and team showers all my life, I fought back a wave of shyness. This situation was completely different. Luca was taking me to bed, and he couldn’t help making judgments. I hoped I met his expectations.

I had hardly any hair on my chest, but there was a large tattoo of a lion. He licked a finger and traced over it. “I’ve been wondering about this. It’s gorgeous. Why a lion?”

“Mohegan Lions. Got it when I was named captain.”

“It’s so fucking hot.” He trailed the finger down my abs and ghosted it over my cock. When I gasped, he smiled. “Would you turn around? Let me see your ass?”

Considering what we were about to do, how could I refuse? I turned in a slow circle, and he was grinning when I faced him again. “You have the ass to end all asses. What kind of workouts do you do?”

The wonder in his eyes made me laugh. “It’s called a hockey butt. You get it from skating and doing ridiculously hard lower body workouts all your life.”

“I’m in. Holy fucking hell, am I in.” He licked his lips and gazed into my eyes. “What do you want?”

“You know what?—”

“Tell me.” His voice had a stern edge that lit me up.

“Take charge and tell me what to do.” We’d talked about this online, but I was shier in person. Fuck it. “I need to be controlled. Dominated. As long as you fuck me, we can do anything else you want.”

His sharp intake of breath surprised me, and his eyes gleamed brightly. “Get on the bed.” His voice had lowered half an octave, and the vibrations resonated in my balls.

“Which way?—”

“Get on the fucking bed right now. On your knees.”

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