Page 138 of The Silence Lies

We still haven’t spoken about exactly what this is between us, and a part of me doesn’t really want to. I’m not much for words. I feel like actions speak louder and clearer, and as I devour every inch of Luca’s chest, those actions are getting the message across perfectly.

I want Luca, and he wants me. It shouldn’t feel as right as it does; being brought up in a male dominant environment, there’s no room for this kind of vulnerability. But I don’t see it as a weakness, and I hope Luca doesn’t either. What is happening between us feels natural, normal; like this is where we should have been all along. I still adore Serafina, but it’s a different kind of attraction I feel for Luca. I’m starting to understand how Sera feels. She said that Luca brings out a part of her that I can’t, and I’m starting to truly comprehend the appeal and allure of him.

With Sera, I’m the one who makes her feel like the only woman in the world. But Luca, he’s more open with his vulnerability, his doubts. His brooding personality and flaring anger only make him that more attractive. I can see why Serafina is so drawn to him, because like her, I’m magnetized to the way he can be so uncertain, yet so strong.

He grinds up, his rock hard cock barely contained in his slacks. “What the hell are we doing?” he rasps, clearly fighting the growing tension between us.

“I told you,” I say, breaking my lips away from his chest. “Just go with it.”

He grumbles something unintelligible, something about talking shit over. Our gazes connect like two magnets that keep getting pulled together without thought. He licks his lips and my eyes track the movement.

“Do you want to stop?” I push up on my palms, my body hovering over his in a press-up position, his skin searing hot beneath mine.

His blue eyes flicker and soften, giving way to the doubt lingering in them. “No,” he replies with conviction. “I just… I’ve never done this before… with a guy.”

“Neither have I,” I whisper back, one hand sliding to his belted slacks. “I don’t know what I’m doing either. The only thing I do know is I want this.” I cup the rigidness of his dick through his pants, feeling the length harden even more. “And we both know you do, too.”

Fisting the back of my hair, he slams his lips onto mine with commanding force, his tongue sliding against mine. It’s as if he is forcing all of his vulnerability and doubts into the kiss, pouring them out in silent confession.

I take everything he offers; the doubts and insecurities, the anger and uncertainty, the darkness and sadness. I return the kiss with equal fervor, my desire replacing all of those dark feelings until it almost becomes too much.

I reach between us, using my free hand to undo his belt before sliding his pants off.

Luca rushes to do the same, his hands desperately tugging at my belt and zipper, helping me kick out of my slacks until I’m standing in front of him in just my boxers. His fingers dip into the waistband, hesitating for a moment.

“We can go as slow as you want,” I remind him, beckoning him to lift his gaze to mine. It feels like the roles have suddenly reversed and I’m the one taking control. Luca is usually so well put together, logical and structured, but right now, he’s the one that needs taking care of.

“I want this,” he reassures me, sliding my boxers down my legs.

My cock springs free, ready for whatever Luca is willing to give me. The seconds pass painfully slowly before Luca grabs hold of my shaft, his fingers flexing around me as he starts pumping it firmly in his palm.

Fuck. It feels so damn good. It’s so different to how Sera manipulates my pleasure, but that’s not a bad thing. I’m slowly realizing that we’re all allowed to feel happiness in different ways, and while this is all so new and we’re still exploring things, Luca brings out a different kind of happiness in me.

Slowly, Luca strokes me, base to tip, over and over. I throw my head back, the overwhelming sensation of euphoria building up in the pit of my stomach. He works me harder, picking up speed until my balls start to tingle. I’m caught between wanting to hit that height of climax and wanting it to last as long as it can. It feels that good.

Deciding on the latter, I shove Luca back against the couch to straddle his body, his abs rippling as he breathes heavily. I slide my hand into his boxers, pulling his cock out. Fuck, I forgot how big he was.

“Levi,” he moans as I stare down at our cocks touching, hypnotized by the contrast in sizes. Where his is long, mine is thicker, but I can’t say the thought doesn’t cross my mind that if this goes further, how the fuck is that thing going to fit anywhere?

His hand joins mine, pumping my cock in his own while I start to work him.

“You like that, big boy?”

“Hmm…” Luca tosses his head back against the cushion, his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth. I guess he likes the name too. It’s too tempting not to take his mouth with mine and show him just how much I like this, too.

So, I crash my lips onto his, grinding our bodies together. I feel our pre-cum leak out, sliding down our shafts and blending as one. It’s fucking hot and such a damn turn on that I think I could just get off at that sensation alone.

Luca groans into my mouth, his arms wrapping around my body. The heat between us burns up, everywhere he touches I feel like I could combust. There’s a connection already sparking between us, an understanding that we don’t really need to talk about because our bodies and minds seem to be in sync. I know we should discuss this at some point, but right now, I just want to feel Luca’s body against mine, feel him lose himself to me entirely.

I grind against his cock as I stroke it. The friction it creates makes everything so fucking sensitive that I start to shake. It isn’t long before I feel my release simmering beneath the surface. I move harder, taking both of our dicks in one hand and pumping them together, the velvety skin of our cocks joining.

“Shit, Levi. I’m gonna…”

“Come for me, big boy,” I breathe out, feeling my body react to his.

Luca groans out as hot ribbons of cum spurt out and paint his abs. His body shudders, but he grips my hips harder, forcing me over the edge in a matter of seconds. My own cum blends with his, and the sight alone has my cock throbbing for more.

I rest my forehead on Luca’s, our eyes meeting.

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