Page 63 of My Pucking Crush

Because I identify as a top, I believed I should be attracted to a...a twink, for the lack of a better term. Luca challenges everything I stupidly believed because he’s massive, cut, and strong.

I’ve been assuming he tops his lovers, and it blows apart my belief system that this alpha will get on his knees and take my dick.

“Tell me about your first kiss. No names,” I bite out that last part.

“A professor at university,” he answers with a tilt to his voice.

“Was it forced?” I ask through clenched teeth. The idea that someone hurt him the way my uncle hurt me floods my veins with rage.

“No,” he answers with a smile. “He came off as this playboy, a confirmed bachelor. It was completely consensual, but I was a secret, and I hated that.”

Wow, I’d be asking him to do the same thing. “Was he also your first...sex?”

“Yes.” Luca glares at me, not liking my intrusion.

“Did your parents know about you?”

“No, Ivan Belova’s father killed my parents before they found out.”

“Why... Why did Ivan’s father kill your parents?” God, their tragic history runsso damn deep.

“They owed him money. Sam and I were young.”

I nod, not knowing what else to say or ask. The world he came from is unfathomable, and I feel like shit thinking I had it so rough. Sure, I’d been raped by my uncle, but before that, I lived in an idyllic childhood fantasy.

My misery now is this confusion and anger bottled up inside me. “Did youlikeyour professor?”

“Other than the sneaking around, I did. I had stars in my eyes. He was...brutal. I was raised to be tough, and I wasn’t sure how that would fit with being gay.Hetook the lead, and I decided I liked it. Liked being pleasured.”

Jealousy burns through me. “Has anyone ever fucked you besides him?”

“No.” Luca slowly starts to undress, unbuttoning his shirt, unraveling the tie first. “Who was your first sex, Max?”

“That kid in high school.”

“What happened to him?” Luca asks.

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did he play?”

“Me, yeah.”

“Shit.” He grips my package. “He walked away from this deliciously distracting dick?”

I see stars from the forceful contact. Good stars. “We were kids, I’ve gotten a lot bigger since then.”

“Prove it.”

Strength and clarity wash over me. Courage, mostly. “What if I decide I want to take this further after the season ends?”

Luca glides a hand up my torso and over the T-Shirt until he reaches my mouth. Stroking my lips, he says, “Why would you want to take it further?”

My heart pounds. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you.”

“I can’t be in a relationship with you.”

My eyes slip closed. “Because I’m a pro athlete and I live in the spotlight?”

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