Page 7 of Sucker Love (Sugar Pill Duet #1)

LUCA

Noel takes me to his bedroom and I’m on him.

My mouth plies his with urgency, savoring the taste of chocolate in his.

My hands cannot get enough of how his slender body feels beneath them.

I touch and touch and touch. Everything, everywhere, divesting him quickly of his jacket and shirt until he’s topless against his burgundy sheets.

My lips trail from his mouth to his cheek to his ear and when he moans it’s a shivery, tender sound.

His sharp edges are softening as my fingers roam over pink nipples and count his ribs beneath his skin.

His navel’s pierced and the sight of it almost takes me out entirely.

“Fuck,” I murmur into his stomach, “you’re so gorgeous.”

So long since I’ve had anything like this, and the difference is so staggering when you’re doing it with someone you have such a raw, immediate attraction to.

I feel so entirely at home in my skin for the first time in what feels like forever and I think that I could probably do this forever. Just marveling in the feel of him.

And I’m fumbling him in my eagerness, my touch may be too rough and bruising where I grip him, my mouth leaving marks where it sucks too hard and long on the slender column of his throat, but he doesn’t admonish me for it.

If anything he urges me on, his mouth parting as he sighs, fingers sinking into my hair.

My tongue rasps over his fair skin until it’s red and then my teeth leave divots.

“Please,” he whispers, but he doesn’t tell me please what.

I nose his throat where I’ve left an already blossoming bruise. “You mark up so easy.” There are other bruises, too, ones I didn’t leave behind. Strange, bracket-shaped ones that decorate his upper arms, green and yellow. He makes a small sound as I drag my tongue up his neck and jaw.

Should there be guilt? There isn’t. Not now. Not yet, anyway.

I lick his cheek before I kiss him again, my knee sliding between his thighs.

His hips immediately buck upward, seeking friction, and he’s about as hard as I am, straining against his tight jeans and mewling into my mouth.

It would be easy, too easy, to just be inside of him—I think I’d be met with very little resistance, if any at all—but I want to take my time with him.

Savor him. Who knows when I’ll get a chance like this again?

I burrow my face in the crook of Noel’s neck again, lapping the spot where it meets his shoulder.

Stroking my fingers down the length of his body again as he arches, his breath heavy against my ear.

He tugs at my shirt and mumbles, “Off.” I’m happy to comply with that, tossing it to the floor.

My tanned skin slides against his. “Better,” he says, and it is better, much better.

I like feeling more of him on me like this.

His palms skim my forearms, over the tattoos. “God, you’re fucking hot.”

“Am I?” I watch his hands traverse my biceps and then my shoulders, fingertips walking along my traps until they slide down to my pecs. My breath is coming faster now, and I have to stop myself from shuddering and bucking like a fly-stung horse.

His eyes are lidded and dark as he rises to put his mouth against my throat. “You so are.” His tongue swipes over my Adam’s apple and I groan softly.

And that’s strange, too. To think of myself as attractive to someone else outside of the framework of my marriage.

Not that I worry about that right this second.

The thought slips away from me as he kisses my neck and rubs my stomach, low down, his fingertips just breaking into the waistband of my jeans.

The sensation makes everything sort of clench all at once.

My cock twitches and I inhale sharply. I can feel him smiling against my skin, his other hand wrapping around my back as he continues to tease me.

“I bet it’s been awhile for you,” he croons. “Hasn’t it?”

I butt my head up against the side of his and shove him back down onto the bed.

He laughs impishly, eyes glittering and color high, but not for long.

I’m working my way down his body with my mouth, slowly, tortuously, and I’m leaving marks as I go.

I hear his breath catch as his giggles turn to sighs and then gasps, my teeth catching one nipple before my tongue circles it. Then the other.

“Luca.” Strained, and I like hearing him say my name like that.

I keep trailing south, over stark ribs and then his belly button, and then the valley between his sharp hipbones, and now he’s the one who’s trembling.

Rubbing my cheek against his hip, I pull his jeans apart slowly, my eyes rolling upward as I run the zipper down to watch him watch me.

I don’t say anything and I don’t need to; it’s unspoken, the implication of control, who’s really in charge here.

He reaches behind him for the brass frame that forms the head of the bed, wrapping his hands around the metal bars.

It stretches his lithe body out quite beautifully.

The jeans come off and the underwear along with it, and now it’s just him .

All of him. From his bony shoulders to the soft flesh of his belly to his slim hips.

Every inch of his perfect, pale flesh is laid bare to me and of course I want to explore it all.

I brush my cheek against his calf as my fingers glide along the instep of one foot—his toenails are painted black, too—which makes him squirm.

I lay a kiss inside of one knee and then flick my tongue into the crease, and he makes a startled, breathy sound.

His leg falls open and again with that tender, shivery moan as I lick the soft flesh.

“What the fuck,” he whispers. “Why does that feel so good ?”

I don’t bother to explain why. I simply inch along his slender inner thigh, closer and closer to his gorgeous cock, which is curved stiffly along his flat belly and leaking generously at the rosy tip.

He’s completely and utterly hairless everywhere , I notice, without so much as stubble, though I wouldn’t have cared either way.

And when I finally do put my mouth on his cock, he rewards me with such a sweet cry, relief and desire and desperation mixed into one high-pitched gasp.

I lock eyes with him as I take him into my mouth and taste him.

Is it strange to think how much I missed this?

How long it’s been since I’ve sucked dick and how much I do love it, the taste of him coming away on my tongue as I press it into the slit.

Who knew it was like riding a bike? And judging by his face and the sounds he’s making I still know what I’m doing.

He throws one arm over his mouth and bites it, whimpering, and with some alarm I stop to pry it away.

“Oh no. Don’t.” He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. “I’m so close.”

Already? “I want to fuck you first.” I move up, nuzzling his flushed face. “I want to see you come while I’m inside you. If you’re good with that.”

Noel gulps and nods, composing himself. He jerks open the first drawer in his nightstand where there’s a box of PrEP pills, a half-empty bottle of lube and scattered condom wrappers. “Wait,” he says breathlessly, as I reach. “You’re not going to let me see first?”

“See what?”

“You.” He sits up and grabs at my jeans, and I don’t stop him when he opens them, or when he hooks his fingers into my boxers and pulls it all down at once. My dick gets caught in the fabric briefly and then he’s pulled it free, and my sharp gasp is drowned out by his own. “Oh shit. ”

There is a split-second where I think something’s wrong, but then I realize it’s my size he’s admiring.

And then I’m not thinking about much at all because he’s got a hand wrapped around me, and I have to press my forehead into his shoulder because I’m not capable of staying upright.

Not when he’s thumbing the head like this and fuck, he’s right, it has been too long.

Too long since it was anything like this.

“I don’t know if it’s going to fit.” His voice is small. “I’ve never fucked anyone this big.”

It comes back to me, the playful complaints from past partners when sex was novel and new. Five million years ago. “We don’t have to,” I manage. “We can just—uh?—”

His grip tightens and I see stars. “No, I want to.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll go slow. And you can tell me...” His hand glides along the shaft and I exhale. “You can tell me if it’s too much.”

He nods, his cheek rubbing against mine. “Yes.”

Lube, but not too much. I press kisses to his hipbones as I slide one finger inside of him, and then another.

He’s tight and his reaction is more than I expect it to be, bucking hips and shuddering.

It makes me smile and I want to eat him out, but if he is close, then I know he’s getting to where it’s not fun anymore.

I don’t want it to stop being fun, even though I could do this for hours, torturing him.

And using a condom is almost a novelty after years without.

The sound of the wrapper as I tear it open, the smell of the latex, the sensation of rolling it on—it would make me feel like an awkward teenager if it wasn’t for the way Noel watches me with his doe eyes, pupils blown wide with desire and his teeth digging into his lower lip.

I settle between his thighs. “Ready for me?” I ask him, caressing the inside of his leg as I push it further open.

“As I’ll ever be.” But his voice is strained. The quip doesn’t quite land.

I go slow, like I promised. I enter him at what feels like torturous, incremental degrees and he’s so tight, I feel like I’m going to black out again.

Fuck if it’s too much for him, it might be too much for me .

He cries out beneath me and I come back to myself just enough to ask if he wants to stop but his legs wrap around me and that’s answer enough.

I fit myself all the way in and I’m nose to nose with him, his breath hot on my face.