Redemption - Garrett Leigh Page 0,70

hotter than my dirty mind?

Paolo had no idea, and uncertainty didn’t cut it. He gripped Luis’s leg and bent it close to his chest, giving him better access. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,” Luis whispered. “I fucking dream about it.”

Paolo’s head spun at a million miles an hour. He kissed Luis hard, then softened it in a futile attempt to calm himself down. He wanted to ask Luis if he was sure, but something in Luis’s gaze stopped him. Was it trust? Who the hell knew? But it was Luis’s choice.

And he’d chosen Paolo.

He shifted up the bed, found lube and condoms in the bedside drawer, and tossed them on the pillow. Luis didn’t look at them. He kept his eyes locked with Paolo’s, but despite feeling closer to him than ever, the sense of him slipping away haunted the crazed desire surging through Paolo. He covered Luis again and gripped his chin. “Don’t go.”

Luis wrapped his legs around Paolo’s waist. “I won’t.”

Paolo would never know if they were talking about the same thing. He drew back just enough to reach for a condom. He rolled it on and slicked himself with lube.

Luis swallowed.

Paolo kissed him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Luis made a low noise in the back of his throat, half growl, half whimper, but he said nothing. Just arched his body to meet Paolo, and Paolo took the hint.

He rubbed the excess lube on his fingers into Luis, probing, testing. Luis circled his hips and jacked himself, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His eyes fell closed, and a full-body shudder rocked him as Paolo slipped a finger inside him.

They’d done this before, more than once, and Paolo knew how to make Luis squirm, but as hot as that was, he was aching to move on. To slide inside Luis’s tight body and fuck him until they came together.

Dizzy with want, Paolo reclaimed his fingers and snagged a pillow from the top of the bed. He slid it under Luis’s hips, and bent his other leg to his chest. It wasn’t a position he’d ever imagined Luis in, but god, he was so fucking hot. Paolo hunched over him and let his dick edge naturally to where he needed to be. Luis’s tight muscle resisted him, but Paolo was in it for the long game. He moved slow, kissing every groan and gasp from Luis’s lips until he was all the way in. Then he waited, stroking Luis’s hair back from his sweaty face. “All right?”

Luis trembled. “Think so.”

Paolo sat back on his heels, buried balls deep in Luis’s tight body. He stared, transfixed, where they were joined, and slowly thrust his hips. A groan escaped him, and Luis moaned too.

“Fuck, do that again.”

Paolo thrust again, harder this time but steady, and took up a grinding rhythm that dug pleasure out of Luis with the slow drive of his dick.

The pleasure was insane. Being naked with Luis had always made him feel like a pressure cooker about to blow, but fucking him was something else. Something precious, just like Luis.

Paolo became the sum of his sweat and moans, of the deep, searching thrust of his cock inside Luis. He fell forwards. Luis wrapped his legs around him like a vice. Paolo fucked him harder, and Luis writhed beneath him, a beautiful flush darkening his bare skin.

They kissed, tenderness forgotten in a mess of frantic lips and clashing teeth. Crushing warmth uncoiled in Paolo’s gut, unloading more heat than he could handle. He dug his fingers into Luis’s hips, his chest, his rigid biceps, and fought the inevitable. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Luis arched his back and drove up to meet Paolo’s torturous thrusts. They met in the middle, over and over, pressed together with a hard desperation that forced the breath from Paolo’s lungs. He reached for Luis’s cock, but Luis was already there, jacking himself, eyes screwed shut.

Paolo gripped his chin. “Look at me. I wanna see you when you come.”

Luis’s eyes fluttered open, and the need swirling in them drew Paolo closer.

He fell forwards again, the change in angle driving him deeper. Madness overcame him, and every nerve seized up as he surged inside Luis. “Shit—”

Luis cried out, ragged and hoarse. “Fuck, I’m coming. Fuck.”

He threw his head back, wet warmth spurting out of his dick, and clenched around Paolo so tight Paolo saw stars. Orgasm rippled through him, convulsing him, no inch of his body untouched. He was so fucking