Page 97 of Two for Charging

The Uber ride to the hotel ranked among the most painful experiences of Chris’s life, including the time he’d dislocated his shoulder in Juniors. He’d taken cab rides home with ex-girlfriends before, sitting side by side in the dark after an evening out. Usually, he filled the time chatting to the driver.

It had never been like this, full of tense, silent anticipation. Each brush of his hand against Luca’s sent a shiver down his spine. Each meeting of their eyes made heat pool in Chris’s belly.

He had to call all his exes and apologize for not knowing how this should feel. It wasn’t his fault or theirs, but Chris didn’t want to picture being alone in this. He didn’t know how to stand the heady rush of it all, even knowing Luca was right there with him.

By the time they got to the hotel, Chris was about ready to crawl out of his skin. He pulled Luca straight into his room on the grounds that Luca had a roommate, and if Chris didn’t get to touch him in the next ten seconds, he’d literally, actually die. Luca seemed to agree. As soon as the door shut behind them, he pressed Chris up against the wall, dragged him down by the lapels of his jacket and kissed him as if the last twenty minutes without had been nothing short of torture.

He wasn’t wrong.

When Luca pulled away, Chris grabbed at him, nowhere near done with the kiss. But Luca put more distance between them and kicked off his shoes and started pulling off his tie.

“Take off your suit,” Luca said hoarsely.

Chris complied. Luca’s eyes were hot on him as he undid his cuffs and pulled off the jacket, draping it over the chair.

“Buying you those suits is the best and worst decision I ever made,” Luca said. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and let it fall to the floor. “I had to watch you stand there, nearly naked, while she measured you all over. I had to listen to you talk about your massive cock, and all I wanted to do was get on my knees and worship you, and I couldn’t.”

Whatever blood remained in Chris’s brain deserted it.

Not even good tailoring could make wearing pants comfortable at this stage. He tried to hurry undressing, but his fingers had gone clumsy and nerveless. Luca, shirtless, lithe, and gorgeous, took over, sliding each button out of its hole so sensually Chris couldn’t help think of what else he wanted Luca to be doing with those fingers.

“And then,” Luca said, his voice both rough and soft, “I had to watch you wear the suits I chose, like you were mine.”

“I am.” Chris had to clear his throat. He didn’t recognize his own voice.

A devilish smirk spread across Luca’s face. “Then I suppose I can do what I want with you.” He slid Chris’s pants down over his hips, leaving Chris to kick off his shoes, socks, and pants all in one go.

Then, he took Chris by the shoulders and maneuvered him to the bed, where he pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

Chris gulped.

Luca’s fingers, cool and gentle, snuck under the waistband of Chris’s underwear and snapped them against his skin. “Do you know how much of a tease these things are?” he asked conversationally.

“N-no.” Chris’s voice broke as Luca rocked his ass down over the bulge of Chris’s dick.

“Firstly—” Luca’s fingers wandered up Chris’s stomach and teased across his nipples. “—they make your ass look criminal. Secondly—” He leaned down to bite at the nipple right after flicking it, which made Chris squirm and sigh. “—all fucking season, you have been teasing me with the idea of your monster cock, and I still have not seen it.”

If Chris had any available blood flow, he might have blushed.

“I’m not, uh, it’s not…it’s just a cock.”

Luca raised a teasing eyebrow and lifted his hips up off of Chris’s waist.

Chris bucked up, following the stimulation. Luca tutted him like some sort of demonically sexy schoolteacher and swung one leg off so he could kneel beside Chris. He tugged off his blue trunks, patterned with silver moons and stars.

Chris’s erection sprang free, smacking into his lower stomach and dripping precome into his belly button.

“Just a cock,” Luca scoffed. He traced his fingers over the ridge of it.

Chris tried to remember how to breathe. He was used to being in control of himself during sex, making it all about his partner. He was not used to being so turned on that he had no idea what to do with himself. He took a breath and then another, almost panting.

“Are you all right?” Luca placed a steadying hand on Chris’s chest.

“Yeah.” Chris placed his hands on Luca’s. “A little overwhelmed, that’s all. I’m sorry. I should be doing something for you. What do you want—”

“I want to make you feel as good as you have made me feel,” Luca said. “I want to make you lose your mind the way you did to me. It’s fine if you are not comfortable—”

“I am,” Chris said quickly. “It’s…new…for me.”