Page 79 of My Pucking Crush

Max

I have a whole new respect for salty waves and moonlight dappling on the Atlantic Ocean the way Luca takes me bent over the railing on my bedroom’s balcony.

I’m the one getting railed tonight.

I love it.

I love him.

And he loves me.

“Max,” Luca says with tears clogging his throat. “Open for me, baby.”

“I’m trying.” I breathe through the trauma storming through me.

It’s not his fault.

It’s not his fault.

Luca won’t hurt me.

“Just one finger, baby. We’ve done this before.” Luca’s high-octane arousal can be felt from a mile away, but he knows I need preparation before taking a man of his size.

I unclench a little, but Luca doesn’t shove his finger inside. God, he’s so gentle. He massages my ass, peppering kisses on my shoulder.

“I want you so much. I’m gonna make it so good for you, I promise. You’re mine and I cherish every fucking inch of you.”

His slick finger penetrates me and my head falls back. I fuck him on his back and take him like a warrior pillaging a prize. But I can’t handle the same right now. I need to be upright. Like on the ice. If I’m vertical, I’m in control .

Luca stretches me, one digit at a time. It’s so good I lose track of how many fingers are inside me. It’s all decadence, a warm swirl of pleasure in my chest.

“Are you ready for me?” Luca whispers in my ear.

“You tell me.”

“You feel so good, so open for me.” He breathes on my neck. “I’m gonna wear a condom this first time. I don’t want any worry in your mind. Just let your body feel me. Feel my cock hit a spot that will make you spiral. I need to warn you, it’s addicting.”

“I’ll let you do this to me all you want. All you need.” I exhale. “Please.”

“I’m in no rush, baby.”

The waves in the distance hit the shore in the rhythm of my heart, but the beating is lower.

“I’m in a rush. Fuck me, Luca. Do it. Take me right now, please.”

“God, I love when you beg.” With shaking hands, he rolls on a condom.

Then the head of his cock lines up with my entrance, breaching my anal ring. The pierced tip sinks deep into my body. Like it’s meant to be there. My heart wants him, and where the heart goes, the body will follow.

Where you go, I go...

“Fuck,” Luca mutters softly until another language falls from his lips.

My hand wraps around my cock, swollen and throbbing.

“No, baby, let me.” Luca’s hand closes around my shaft. He’s so big, he can fuck me from behind like this and jerk me off, too.

I know this would be easier if I just let him get on top of me. I’m ready to suggest it, but Luca settles into a rhythm that has me seeing stars.

“Fuck, yes. Baby, you’re taking me so good. Christ...” Luca finds every nerve in my ass.

“So fucking good. Don’t stop.” I’m raw with unbridled lust.

“Oh God, baby. Hold on. I can’t. It’s too good. Too tight. So perfect for me.” Luca begins thrusting.

“Luc,” I groan. “ Please don’t stop. I’m close.”

“Never.” His cock inside me expands to a near painful width, those bolts lighting up a line of several nerves in my channel like I’m a fucking pinball machine. “We’re coming together. Me and you. This is so perfect.”

My cum spills over Luca’s hands around my dick. “God, that was incredible.”

He slips his cock from my ass, and the fullness is gone. The immediate need to weep overtakes me. But Luca’s lips find mine. We both turn part way so we can be face to face. His heated and slick chest slides against mine.

Our hands are everywhere as I get lost in his kiss.

Luca’s wet cock softens against mine. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll—” His phone rings in a tone I’d not heard before.

He looks up at me as everything about him rearranges. Luca answers his phone sitting nearby. “Yes, Mr. Byrne. What?”

Luca leans on the railing next to me and pushes a hand through his glossy curls. He chokes out a few , uh huh, uh huhs . Then emits a sob-filled, “Thank you.”

“What happened?” I cup his shoulder.

He faces me. All the lines in his face that made him so broodingly lethal vanish.

“Belova is dead.”