Redemption - Garrett Leigh Page 0,79

Desire made him blind. He unbuckled his belt and half freed his aching dick before rational thought abruptly returned, and he pushed Luis away a second time. “No. This can’t happen. Not now.”

He took his chance and escaped from the bathroom.

Luis followed him into the kitchen and tugged him away from the window. He eased Paolo’s coat off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. “I know it’s the wrong thing for us to do right now, that you need so much more from me, but I can’t do anything else . . . not yet. Please. I need you.”

“I’m not going to rage bang you when you just passed out.”

“I didn’t pass out.”

“You really did.”

“Please.”

Paolo squeezed his eyes shut, scrabbling for strength he didn’t possess. Luis whispered his plea again, plaintive, desperate, and Paolo’s resolve crumbled to dust.

He opened his eyes and pointed at the bed. “Fine. Have it your way. Get on your damn knees.”

22

Luis had never been more thankful that past him—the one who’d oh-so-briefly believed getting naked with Paolo could be a long-term thing—had optimistically bought a bottle of lube and stashed it in the bathroom.

He waited on the bed while Paolo fetched it.

Paolo came back, spinning it in his hands, his expression hungry and grim. “No condoms.”

“We don’t need them. I got tested, like, five years ago, and I’ve only been with you.”

“You got tested in prison?”

“Yeah. They offer it to all queer inmates.”

“I got done a month before you got out.”

Luis nodded, not asking why because he didn’t want the answer. He didn’t want anything except Paolo.

His dick throbbed with need. He rose up on his knees, weak with fatigue and hunger but unable to contemplate anything but Paolo. He held out his hand. “Come here . . . please?”

Paolo knocked his hand away. “Stop saying that.”

“What?”

“Stop saying please. It makes me crazy.”

“Crazy how?”

“Crazy like I want to bend you over and fuck your brains out.”

Finally, they were getting somewhere. Luis licked his lips. “Do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Fuck me. I need it.”

Paolo groaned, and something seemed to give inside him. He shoved Luis’s chest and turned him around, pushing him down onto the mattress. Adrenaline sparked in Luis’s tired veins. He widened his legs and shivered as he heard Paolo shuck his jeans. Rough hands—perfect hands—shifted Luis around until he was where Paolo wanted him, hips raised, legs spread, lube dripping down his thighs.

Luis was dizzy with need. He hung his head, shoulders quivering, and shouted out a deep groan as Paolo entered him. The stinging burn was everything. He was still sore from the first time, but he pushed back on Paolo’s dick, craving more. “More.”

Paolo grunted and slid all the way in, his bare cock filling Luis to the brim. For a protracted few seconds, he stayed stone still, as if frozen in place. Then he growled and gave Luis what he wanted, snapping his hips back and slamming into Luis hard enough to make the bed jump.

Luis cried out. It hurt, but he liked it. Clung to it, as though the pound of Paolo’s cock inside him could erase the day and bring him back to earth. Pain gave way to dark pleasure. Sounds he didn’t recognise fell from him, and he arched his spine, responding to Paolo’s bruising grip. “Harder, harder.”

Paolo growled and fucked him harder, hunching over Luis’s back, gripping Luis’s shoulders, his strained moans like god damn poetry. Skin slapped skin, and Luis was flying, lost to the coil of pleasure unravelling in his belly. He reached for his cock, but for the second time in the space of ten minutes, Paolo knocked his hands away.

“No. You want this, you let me give it to you.”

Luis had never come hands free. He’d seen it in porn, but always figured it was Viagra induced or another magic trick, not something that happened between ordinary men. But there was nothing ordinary about the electrifying climax that barrelled towards him as Paolo drilled him. It touched every part of him, clenching his fists and curling his toes. He shouted again, chasing it, and yet somehow afraid of it. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”

Paolo’s rhythm grew more frantic, and his cock swelled and pulsed inside Luis. His groans turned desperate, tipping Luis over the edge as orgasm hit, Luis first, then Paolo.

With a ragged yell, Luis drove his fist into the mattress, spilling his release over the duvet cover, thighs quivering, equilibrium lost, if