Page 9 of Crossed Sticks

I sighed. “I’m afraid that will have to wait until you come back.”

Harper had felt so good in my arms, all solid muscle and intense heat, giving himself to me. Now, I had the feeling he wanted to do it again as much as I did. I’d make sure I had a condom then, because I wanted to make his ass mine.

Next week seemed like an eternity away, and when an idea popped into my head, I went with it. “I don’t know how much free time you’ll have down there, but could we text while you’re away?”

He tilted his head like he was sizing me up. “Texting? Seriously?”

I chuckled. “Yes, but I forgot. You don’t answer texts.”

He raised an eyebrow as a playful smile tugged at his lips. “Fine. You message me, I’ll message back. But no more disappearing acts.”

“You’ll make the same promise? Pinky swear?”

Instead of locking fingers, we kissed. Slow, sweet, and filled with yet unsatisfied longing, it was the perfect conclusion to our restroom rambunctiousness.

After we drew apart, our eyes locked again, and it became hard to breathe. It was either leave now or try for round two after all, so I nodded at the door. “You go. I’ll wait a minute in case someone’s watching.”

He touched my lips with his. “This was the best coffee break I’ve ever had. See you soon.”

I watched him go, then leaned back against the wall. It had been the best hookup of my life. Harper was so red-hot, he set me on fire. A corner of my heart stirred, one I’d thought was long dead.

4/

harper & luca

Harper

I bolted for my apartment,needing space to untangle the chaos in my head. After chugging a bottle of water, I sank into an armchair by the window, sighing as I looked at the peaceful, sun-dappled lake. The view calmed my racing heart. When I shifted positions, my leg scratched against the chair’s fabric. I chuckled when I glanced down and spotted an unmistakable streak of dried cum where Luca’s load had run down the inside of my thigh.

Dear God, what did we do?I’d always been horny, which meant I’d had sex in some interesting places, but the restroom of a coffee shop? Holy shit, that could have gone wrong in a hundred fucked-up ways.

But it didn’t. Instead of embarrassment, there was exhilaration. While the blow job might have been the best of my life, it was Luca behind me—his scruff scraping my shoulder while his breath tickled the side of my neck—that shattered my inhibitions. His rough groan when he started fucking my thighs doubled the excitement for me, and the initial thrill escalated into a frenzied pursuit of pleasure. His cock was so hard it’s awonder it didn’t leave bruises as it thrust between my legs, swept across my taint and balls, and was quickly withdrawn, only to be driven through again with such force he had to hold me in place. Feral grunts and incoherent gasps marked the relentless crescendo to climax. When ecstasy overtook us, my orgasm was so powerful it knocked the wind out of me.

The pleasure was electrifying, something my new erection proved. Unbelievably, after two orgasms in the last hour, I was hard again. I considered jerking off but decided to wait until bedtime. I’d fantasize about Luca putting me on my stomach and holding me down with a hand between my shoulder blades while he fucked me senseless.

What would it feel like to have him inside me? His cock was a masterpiece, so big I’d either love the experience or hate it; I doubted there could be any in-between. Would getting fucked be as satisfying as I imagined, or had I built up my fantasy into something reality could never match?

I turned in the chair, and a different perspective of the lake helped my mind shift gears. With the looks of an Adonis, the body of a modern-day Hercules, and a cock that must have been molded from Thor’s hammer, Luca was sex personified. But he also exuded warmth and caring. The snark that had me laughing and returning the flirty banter soothed a tender place in my soul. Hookups would be important, but hanging out with him for other activities would be a lot of fun, too. We hadn’t committed to anything but having fun, and if I was vigilant, I should be able to manage my feelings without getting hurt.

Was I delusional to feel this way after a meeting in a bar, followed by one conversation and a hookup in the neighborhood coffee spot? The rational side of my brain cranked out urgent bulletins warning me to reinforce my walls and dig a moat, but as long as I remembered the danger of letting things go beyond casual hanging out, I’d be fine. Right?

The uncertainty reawakened my anxiety. I was already itching for more mind-bending sex, but the pull between us made things risky. Someone with Luca’s looks and charm would have no shortage of willing guys. Considering my history of falling for men only to learn I didn’t measure up, I couldn’t afford to make a mistake. Another heartbreak would be a disastrous way to start life in a new city.

I was looking out the window when my phone vibrated, making me jump. I pulled it out of my pocket.

GABE: Don’t forget skating tomorrow. 10 am in Amherst. Can you get there okay?

The Warriors had their offices and practice facility in Amherst, about twenty minutes from downtown Buffalo. Gabe had set up a get-to-know-you skate with the guys who were in town, and I was excited to go. It would be the first time I played with my new teammates as a Warrior.

HARPER: Looking forward to it. I’ll plug the address into GPS.

GABE: Good deal. I think there’ll be about 10 of us. Two goalies, so the rest of you can get in some good 4 on 4. Plan on having lunch after.

HARPER: Thanks for making this happen. Can’t wait.

As I set the phone on a side table, I remembered my doctor from D.C. had called in my allergy prescription to a nearby pharmacy. After a quick shower to rinse off any remaining signs of what Luca and I had been up to, I headed out.

Luca

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