Page 45 of Crossed Sticks

My phone chimed while I tried to relax. Curious about who was texting, I got up and dug it out of the jeans I’d left hanging on a hook.

HARPER: I had such an amazing time with you. Want to grab dinner tonight?

The message sparked a surge of excitement. I’d promised to text him after I got home, but it seemed like he couldn’t wait. I broke into a smile as I sat down and typed a reply.

LUCA: That sounds perfect. I’ve been missing you.

The lightness in my chest made me giddy. Could Harper be as excited about us as I was? That would be terrific, but—us? Did dating mean there was anus? Preoccupied with that thought, I almost dropped the phone when it chimed again.

HARPER: I’m missing you, too. 7:30? I saw an Italian place over on Pearl. Is it any good?

LUCA: Amalfi? Only my favorite place in the neighborhood. Pick you up at 7:30, handsome.

HARPER: I’m excited about seeing you.

HARPER: I’m kind of sore too.

HARPER: I love it, though. You’re so good at fucking.

HARPER: Ugh. Sorry, inappropriate.

I laughed out loud.

LUCA: Do you mean I left something awesome for you to remember me by?

HARPER: Drop that ego down a size or two. I only meant you must have had a lot of practice.

Emotions swept through me—a sense of pride in what I’d made him feel, along with a protective instinct I hadn’t experienced for a long time. It blew my mind that someone so incredible could be as sex-starved as he was, but I was determined to satisfy him in every way possible.

LUCA: You really liked it, then?

HARPER: Liked what?

LUCA: LOL. My cock in your ass, making you beg for more. Getting spanked and held down. Me owning you.

When no response came, I tried again.

LUCA: You did like it, right? Enough to want more?

He still didn’t reply, so I sent another message. Harper may have pleaded for sex in bed, but I was the beggar now, needing confirmation that we could do it all again.

LUCA: We’re being honest about our feelings, remember?

HARPER: I wouldn’t turn it down. :)

I laughed so hard I clapped a hand over my mouth.

LUCA: Tell me what you want. In detail.

Eager to hear his latest fantasy, I drummed my fingers on the chair while I waited.

HARPER: Come to my apt. Push me to my knees and choke me with your dick. Shoot your load on my face, then lick it off and feed it to me.

Holy fucking hell. My cock roared to life, getting so hard in a few seconds that I almost nutted in my shorts.

LUCA: I am so hard right now.

LUCA: That’s what you want tonight?

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