Page 49 of My Pucking Crush

Max

E very nerve ending feels like I’ve been zapped. I can’t believe I’m in a damn sex club.

With my bodyguard.

In Manhattan.

During the playoffs .

I should be on a massage table, mainlining protein shakes.

I slide the mask on my face, and when Luca does the same, a shiver of lust snakes down my spine. We’re already fucking in secret, this just brings it to another level.

He grabs my hand and steers me into the open room beyond the private dressing quarters he rented for us. We removed our shirts but left our jeans on.

I watch for recognition in people’s eyes. But with the mask, I’m not too concerned. The few tattoos I have aren’t usually on display in any kind of public way. I don’t pose for magazines, and I don’t make thirst trap videos on social media.

Luca leads me past curved sofas, some with naked bodies openly going at it. Males on females. Males on males. Two males and one female. Two females taking turns sucking a man’s dick. Two men double penetrating a woman. The view and the sounds are getting me hot.

I have no idea what Luca plans for me, how he wants to show me the rough side of his lust.

We stop near a row of people, and when I get a closer look, my breath leaves my lungs. Their hands are tied up and over their heads bound by a rope hanging from the ceiling.

Luca gives a code to a bouncer standing by, monitoring the rope play. He must have reserved this spot. At least it means there’s a measure of safety. Now that I see what the club’s bouncers dress like, I glance around and see several men dressed just like him. This place is secure.

That relaxes me. Until a rope loop gets tightened around my wrists and my hands are hoisted above my head.

Shit.

The first thing I notice is, the rope is insanely comfortable against my skin. It’s not coarse, but there will be a mark on my skin. That excites me.

The music blurs in the background. There’s no DJ, but instrumental fuck music pumps from speakers on the walls. The music and every other sound around me fall away when the rope powered by a hydraulic lift yanks my hands taut. But my feet stay planted on the square metal platform.

Luca bends one knee to get eye level with my dick. His hot breath fans against my stomach. Warm hands grip my waist, then fumble for my zipper. Luca roughly yanks down my pants, leaving them around my ankles.

I should feel embarrassed, but fuck, it’s wonderfully erotic.

My eyes scan the room again, the crowd this time. A few people watch us with curious, lustful looks.

A whack on my ass steals my focus. “Eyes on me,” Luca commands.

“Yes, sir,” I answer, licking my lips.

“Whose ass is this?” He grips my cheeks.

Fuck, it’s yours. All yours.

These words come to mind, and while no one knows who I am, I don’t want to look so yielding. “Why don’t you put that smart mouth to work on my cock and you’ll find out.”

Luca’s right eyebrow raises in surprise.

“You heard me. Suck my cock already, you bastard.” I sound tough, my gruff warrior-on-ice voice coming through.

Like a predator toying with his prey, Luca circles me. When he’s behind me, he splays my ass cheeks even wider.

A rush of shame hits me, and I kick my legs out. “Stop. No.”

Luca gets in front of me, kissing my stomach. “No isn’t a word that makes me stop. Not here. Your safeword is Crush.”

My stress level immediately lowers. “Okay. But what are you going to do to me?”

“I’m doing anything I want to you. And you’re going to trust me not to hurt you.”

After I nod, he kisses every inch of my torso, until he’s behind me again.

He peppers kisses on my ass, eventually finding my hole with his tongue. The tip spears my anal ring, the wet probing making me see stars.

“Christ, that feels so good,” I utter.

“Wait,” Luca growls.

Something cool hits my hole and I think it’s for his fingers.

No, it’s a... A steel anal plug.

“Relax,” Luca says, wedging the tip past my sensitive nerves. “It’s me. I won’t hurt you. You mean the world to me.”

With these words of trust, I give myself over to the feeling of fullness and complete submission. Releasing my tension, my body comes alive. All the scar tissue around my heart is wiped away so I’m no longer a coarse layer of skin, but baby smooth, absorbing every shockwave.

It feels so fucking good.

After several minutes of sensual penetration that has me ready to come, Luca’s lips close around my aching shaft.

Fuck.

My entire body shudders, coils of heat building in my nut sack.

Luca pulls off and licks me root to tip. If these ropes weren’t holding my hands up, I might fall forward. After a searing look, Luca takes me back into his hot, greedy mouth. The crowd watches, but everything else around me vanishes. All I can focus on is this man’s mouth around my dick, and the slick anal plug slipping in and out of my ass.

In fucking public.

Christ, this is exhilarating.

Uncle Harris’s dirty mouth flashes at me... Stop! That asshole means nothing.

I love fucking men and getting blown by a rough man’s mouth. My uncle stole those pleasures from me. I won’t let him keep me from living my life. Not anymore. This is who I am.

I still feel so fucking filthy, but good filthy as my orgasm teeters on the edge of my sanity.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I roughly whisper, wishing I could feel his hair.

“Just good?” His voice is barely audible and muffled by my cock. With his nose pressed into the underside of my shaft, he inhales deeply.

“No. This is perfect. You’re perfect.” I can’t take my eyes off his lips closed around my dick, working up and down my length. All while anally penetrating me.

When my head tilts back, I’m ready to surrender to the orgasm.

Luca barks, heat flaring in his eyes, “Hey. Watch me. Or I stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss, and keep our eyes locked, the room once again fading away in the background.

With amazing precision, he sucks me and fucks my ass with the plug at the same time. It’s too much. Pleasure overload pulls me under.

The orgasm crashes over me. My body knows what I need and fights my damaged brain for it. If I embrace this as my life and let men like Luca have their way with me, they’ll want my hole.

No, not men like Luca...

Luca.

Only Luca.

Fuck, what am I thinking?

But all thoughts are again stolen from my brain as he sucks every last drop of cum out of me. When I’m done, his volcanic glare, a swollen mouth, dripping with my cum says two words to me.

You’re mine.