Redemption - Garrett Leigh Page 0,34

couldn’t bring himself to say. You can’t trust me, but I trust you.

Paolo rubbed Luis’s back and unbuttoned his own jeans. Luis’s pulse quickened. His body was crying out for Paolo to fuck him, but his head wasn’t ready for the kind of sex he knew Paolo was offering. The kind that took a man, turned him inside out, and put him back together as someone else.

Fear threatened the bliss of having Paolo so close to him. He sucked in a breath. “I—”

“Shh.” Paolo hunched over him and kissed his spine. “Nothing’s gonna happen. I just want to feel you.”

He slid his cock along Luis’s wet crease so slowly Luis legitimately fucking whimpered. What is it about him that breaks me apart so fuckin’ fast? He had zero clue. All he knew was that Paolo’s rock-hard dick gliding over his slick flesh made him lose his god damn mind. He arched his spine, desperate for more but afraid of what it meant. Paolo kept up his torture for a few moments longer, then flipped Luis onto his back.

The abrupt change in position shocked Luis back to reality. He gazed at Paolo, taking in every facet of him, from his big dick, to his lean abs and perfect chest. His inky curls were a riot, his skin sheened with sweat. And his eyes . . . fuck, I could live in them.

Luis’s body thrummed with desire. He’d never wanted anyone like this. He wasn’t ready for Paolo to fuck him, but he needed something—anything to quell the fire raging in him. “I need you.”

Paolo gripped his cock, pleasuring himself. His lashes fluttered. “Right back at you.”

He fell forwards, bracing himself with his hands either side of Luis’s head. Kissing came to them like breathing now, soft and sweet, hard and demanding, they’d mastered it all. Luis lost himself in Paolo’s lips and tongue, all the while wondering how he’d ever lived without them. How he’d lasted twenty-eight years without Paolo’s kiss. Dante faded away, as if he’d never existed. Stress, fatigue, fear, all eclipsed by the knot of pleasure Paolo had tied in his gut.

Paolo’s fingers found the sweet spot of heat his tongue had searched for deep inside Luis, while his other hand jacked Luis’s cock. The double-edged pleasure was unbearable. His shuddering groans seemed to belong to someone else. He dug his blunt nails into Paolo’s shoulders and spread his legs wider.

“You’re gonna make me come like a fucking train.”

“Do it.” Paolo worked his dick harder. “I want to see you, then I want to come down your throat.”

He had a way of speaking filth like no other. His voice wrapped around the words as if he spoke them every day, so familiar and warm, but at the same time, laced with a potency that shoved Luis off the cliff.

The knot in his belly unravelled, whipping through him like a firestorm. His body jerked, chasing the twist of Paolo’s fingers and the friction of his fist. It was nowhere near enough, but far too much. A jackhammer hit his nerves, and he came with a strangled yell.

Paolo kissed him through it and slowly reclaimed his hands. His dick was still rock-hard, and Luis wanted it in his mouth.

Breathless, he fell back and tugged Paolo over him.

Paolo straddled his chest and brought his cock to Luis’s mouth. He gripped the ancient headboard screwed to Luis’s divan bed and eased between Luis’s lips. His thighs quivered, and only his teeth digging into his bottom lip kept his sinful mouth from hanging open.

Luis slid his hands over Paolo’s strong legs, squeezing the soft flesh he found at the top as he urged Paolo on. Salty warmth coated his tongue. He opened his throat, and Paolo came with a loud groan, fast and hard.

It seemed to go on forever, but just when Luis thought he’d never breathe again, Paolo slipped out of his mouth and collapsed in a heap beside him.

Luis reached for him without conscious thought and pulled him close. The bedsit was cold, but the heat of what had passed between them kept them warm enough for now. He buried his face in Paolo’s messy hair, breathing him in, clinging to the dream. I want him forever. But Luis couldn’t have him forever. They had only this moment.

Paolo fell asleep. Luis wrestled with the duvet until it was tucked around them and contemplated if he’d ever bring himself to wake him and walk him home. Paolo felt so good pressed naked