All I Believe Page 6

  Luca swung me around the big boulder, away from the streetlights along the top of the beach, hiding us in shadow. He pushed me against the rock again and dropped to his knees in the sand, then freed my cock from my pants and briefs in a few deft moves. When he took it in his wet, insistent mouth and began to suck, I had to force myself to stifle a yell. He sucked me with single-minded determination, demanding my orgasm, and in just a few minutes I complied, moaning as I unloaded into his mouth, tangling my fingers in his hair.

  He kept sucking me gently, almost soothingly, guiding me back down from my orgasm until he knew I was completely satiated, then planted a kiss on the tip of my cock before pulling up my briefs. I dropped to my knees, and he pivoted to lean against the rock, right beside me. I practically flung myself into his arms.

  Luca stroked my back as I caught my breath and held on to him. I was shaking a little and my emotions were all over the place. I knew I was a mess, and about five percent of me demanded, “Come on, get it together!” The other ninety-five percent just wanted to hold on to him forever.

  “You’re so sweet,” Luca murmured after a while.

  I grinned and asked, “Literally?”

  “Well, yes, actually. But I wasn’t referring to the way you taste.”

  “I’m sorry I’m crushing you. I’ll get up in a minute, I promise. I’m just all gelatinous right now.”

  That made him chuckle, and I felt it rumbling under my cheek. “We have all night Nico, there’s no hurry.”

  “We do?”

  “Yup.”

  I tilted my head to look up at him in the darkness. “What’re you planning on doing with me all night?”

  “Fucking you harder and better than you’ve ever been fucked in your life.” He brushed my hair back from my face so gently as he said that.

  “Yes please.” I was punch-drunk from that orgasm and I knew it, but I couldn’t seem to care. He shifted me around and cradled me in his arms. God it felt good to be held like that.

  When he kissed me again, it was incredibly tender. His lips caressed mine as the tip of my tongue and his explored each other. He was taking his time, but he’d been rock-hard earlier and hadn’t cum yet, so I began to feel guilty and sat up.

  As I put myself back together and zipped my fly, Luca pulled my glasses from the pocket of his suit jacket and slid them on me. I murmured a thank you as I got to my feet, then offered him a hand. He took it and got up too, and continued to hold it as we walked back down the beach.

  After a while he asked, “How long are you staying here?”

  “We’re spending ten days here, ten in Rome, and ten in Venice.” I turned to look at Luca and asked, “How long are you staying in town?”

  “Just a few more days.”

  “What brought you to Viladembursa?”

  “My grandfather lives here. He’s getting on in years and decided he wants to downsize. He owns a two-hundred-year-old house on the hillside and wants to fix it up before he sells it. I’ve been helping with that by lining up some contractors, including a competent project manager. Hopefully it’ll go smoothly and I won’t have to come running right back here.”

  “Why are you staying in a hotel, instead of with him?”

  “We’re not close. My mother and I would always stay at the Hotel Conchiglia whenever we came to town to visit. She and her father had a strained relationship after I was born, and they both needed some space. He and I have learned to get along now that I’m an adult, but I’m still not his favorite person.”

  “I’m surprised their relationship became strained at that point. It seems like babies usually bring families together.”

  “Not when the grandfather’s old-school Sicilian and the baby is born out of wedlock.”

  “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I said.

  “You didn’t, and I don’t mind talking about it. My mother passed nine years ago, when I was twenty. She was his only child. His wife had died years earlier of breast cancer, just like my mom, and I guess…I don’t know. He doesn’t have a lot of people in his life, so apparently he decided having a bastard grandson was slightly better than having no one at all and started to begrudgingly reach out to me.”

  “How does your older brother fit in to this?”

  “He doesn’t. We have the same father but different mothers.”

  “I see.”

  “What about you? What’s your family like?”

  I thought about that, and finally answered by saying, “My immediate family is scattered to the four corners. I have a brother and sister. She’s married with children and living in Florida, and he’s doing God knows what in New York. Our mom’s remarried and living in Seattle. Last I heard, my father was living in Phoenix, and I live in San Francisco. We didn’t do it on purpose, but we all managed to end up as spread out as possible while still in the continental U.S. I have a great extended family though, and I’m really close to them.”

  “Where does your grandmother live?”

  “In San Francisco, too,” I said. “I’m actually living with her while I attend law school.”

  “How is that?”

  “Colorful.”

  He grinned and said, “Does she always try to dress you?”

  “She’s probably always wanted to, but until the airline lost my luggage, she really didn’t have the opportunity.”

  “How do you normally dress?”

  I let go of his hand, pulled my phone from my pocket, and flipped through a few photos. As I pointed the screen at him, I said, “Like this.” It was a full-length shot, in which I was of course dressed in khakis and a light blue button-down shirt.

  “Aw, you’re so cute! All preppy. Are those penny loafers?”

  “No. Just loafers.”

  Luca asked, “Should I be jealous of the insanely hot guy in that photo with his arm around your shoulders?”

  I grinned and told him, “That’s my best friend and cousin Gianni.”

  “Why does he seem familiar? Is he famous?”

  “His boyfriend is. They’ve both been in the news a lot since Zan came out of hiding.”

  “Oh right, Zan Tillane. I love his music. His reappearance was all over the news a few months back after, what, a decade or more where everyone thought he was dead?”

  I returned the phone to my pocket and said, “Yeah. It stirred up all of our lives when Gianni and Zan first got together. Nana’s house was inundated by the paparazzi for a while, but now things have returned to normal. Well, for us, anyway. Gianni’s life will never be normal again, but he’s totally in love, so he’s okay with that.”

  We reached the hotel, and as we put on our shoes Luca said, “I’m going to go in through the side door and meet you upstairs, if that’s okay with you. I’m in the Corallo suite, seaside on the top floor. Please say goodnight to your family for me.”

  “I don’t blame you for not wanting to be seen with a seventies porn star in the hotel lobby,” I told him.

  He rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t have a thing to do with how you’re dressed. If you must know, I can’t face Nana right after giving her grandson a blowjob. She’s going to know, and I bet she’ll ask for details.”

  “Chicken.”

  “I’m going on ahead to clean myself up a bit, too. There’s sand in places it has no business being.”

  “But mostly you’re just too embarrassed to face Nana.”

  “Absolutely.” He flashed his perfect smile before retreating to the side entrance.

  Chapter Four

  My family was right where I’d left them, but considerably more drunk. “Hey there, Nicky!” Nana called cheerfully as I approached the table. “What happened to that tall drink of water? He was a major fox!”

  “I, um, I’m going to go meet him in just a minute,” I admitted, “but I wanted to say goodnight first. Luca said goodnight, too.”

  Nana jumped up and exclaimed, “Do you need supplies? Should I ask the waiter for some butter? You know where the condoms are
that I brought along, right? I left them on the shelf in the living room. I think technically, butter and condoms are a bad combination, it might break down the latex. So, maybe double-bag it. Safety first!”

  She said that so loudly that a couple bar patrons turned and looked in our direction. I just hoped they didn’t speak English and couldn’t understand any of that. “Thanks, Nana, but I’m all set. Good night, everyone. Fi, let’s have lunch tomorrow.”

  “Or breakfast. I’m not driving home like this, and Nana’s letting me stay in the suite tonight,” she said before tipping back the rest of what looked like a Cosmo.

  “Have fun,” Jessie said cheerfully. “We won’t wait up.”

  It was pretty embarrassing that absolutely everyone knew I was going off to get laid, including a few random people in the bar. I didn’t dwell on it, though. I was too busy worrying about the night ahead.

  I absently chewed on a nail as I got on the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. I’d slept with exactly one man in my life. I’d had a couple boyfriends before Erik, but we never took it farther than oral. And in the years Erik and I were together, we were monogamous. Well, I was. I sighed at that as the elevator doors slid open.

  Instead of going straight to Luca’s suite, I stopped off in mine first. I couldn’t stand the leather pants and accompanying super attractive ball sweat anymore. I stripped myself and took a two-minute shower, then dressed quickly in a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a sexy pair of underwear (which suddenly had a purpose). Instead of grabbing a fistful of rubbers from the huge box on the shelf in the living room, I found my backpack, located the modest packet of six I’d bought for vacation and crammed them in the pocket of my tight shorts. The word ‘Trojan’ was clearly legible through the light fabric. Awesome.

  I pocketed my room key and left the suite barefoot, since my only other option were those high-heeled boots and I was not going to pair them with shorts. Luca’s suite was diagonally across the hotel from mine. I read the little oval plackets with the suite names as I went along. They were all sea-themed. The hotel name translated to Hotel Seashell, which somehow sounded better in Italian.

  When I got to Corallo, I stood outside the door for a couple minutes, deep-breathing and trying to calm my nerves. “You can do this,” I told myself. “He doesn’t have to know he’s only the second guy you’ve ever been with. I mean, how lame does that sound at twenty-six? Just let him take charge, which he’s probably going to do anyway.”

  Eventually, I psyched myself up enough to actually knock, and when Luca answered I launched myself at him. I didn’t want to give myself a chance to panic and run, so instead, I dove in completely. Luca lifted me off my feet when I landed in his arms and pressed me against the wall beside the front door as he kissed me passionately. I wrapped my legs around him as lust shot through me, pushing out shyness and worry and self-doubt.

  Luca began fumbling with my clothes, and I returned my feet to the floor and raised my arms as he pulled my t-shirt over my head and began kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulder. My shorts were next, and Luca let out something close to a growl when he got a look at the little yellow pseudo-jockstrap I was wearing. He grabbed my bare ass and pulled me against him, rubbing his hard cock against mine through his clothes. He’d changed too, into a black t-shirt and shorts, and I popped the button and slid down his zipper before plunging my hand into his briefs and grabbing his thick erection.

  His mouth found mine again as I pushed down his shorts and briefs and he stepped out of them. Luca pulled my underwear beneath my balls, grabbed his cock and mine in his big fist and began stroking both of us. I stared in awe at the incredibly erotic sight of his big, thick cock pressed to mine, its tip glistening with precum, and moaned as sensation overwhelmed me.

  As he stroked us, I ran my hands over his broad, lightly hairy chest and caressed his hard little nipples. Luca grabbed my hand and towed me across his spacious suite. I assumed we were heading for the bed, but he bypassed it and pulled me into the bathroom where he grabbed his black leather toiletry case, dumped the contents into one of the twin sinks, and rifled through the contents. After a moment, he unearthed a small bottle of lube and an unopened ten-pack of condoms and tossed them on the floor.

  I didn’t understand why he did that until he pulled my underwear off, bent me over the counter, and dropped to his knees. A startled little sound escaped me when he spread my ass with both hands and stuck his face between my cheeks. He lapped at my hole before pushing his tongue inside me, and I moaned and reached for my hard, leaking cock as I rested the side of my head against the cool marble counter.

  I’d never been rimmed before. Normally, I would have been embarrassed by how incredibly intimate it was, but right then, I was way too turned on to care. I jerked myself off as his mouth and lips and tongue explored me, his razor stubble rough on my ass, adding to the sensation. When he worked a lubed finger into my hole and began massaging my prostate, my moans grew louder and I began rocking back and forth a little.

  After fingering me for a while, he rolled on a condom and slicked it with lube, then pushed into me. I exhaled slowly as I relaxed and let him in. I then propped myself up on my elbows and watched Luca in the big mirror in front of us as he seated himself in me fully.

  Once he was in me to his balls, he locked eyes with me in the mirror as he began to move in me. He slid almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in, stopping when his hips rested against my ass. He did that again and again, driving me absolutely wild as he dragged the head of his cock back and forth over my prostate and made me shake with pleasure. I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder, then arched my back and widened my stance a bit, trying to give him more of me.

  The slow pace was maddening and erotic at the same time. He was obviously doing it on purpose. When I met his gaze again, he grinned and winked at me.

  Luca changed the pace all of a sudden, and pulled me against him with my back pressed to his chest. I leaned forward a bit, and he leaned with me as he held me tightly and began to absolutely pound me. We watched each other in the mirror, eyes locked as he fucked me, my body rocking from the force of his thrusts. He wrapped both arms around my chest, holding me securely, and my hands came up and grasped his forearms as the intense pleasure all but consumed me.

  I was startled when I started to cum hands-free, just from the way he was fucking me. I cried out as I shot all over the counter and myself, and that set him off, too. Luca yelled and drove his cock into me as he came. I flung a hand out to brace myself against the mirror, my other hand still clutching his arm. He moaned as both of us rode out his orgasm, thrust after thrust, his hips slamming into my ass again and again until we were both finally spent.

  I fell forward onto the counter and Luca went with me, still holding me. I looked up at him in the mirror again, and a delighted laugh burst from him. “Holy shit, Nicky, that was intense,” he exclaimed. It was the first time we’d spoken since I arrived at his suite. He kissed my shoulder and eased out of me carefully, and I crawled up onto the counter as he discarded the condom, because I didn’t think my legs would hold me.

  I grinned as he pushed my knees apart so he could stand between them, and gathered me into an embrace. “Nicky?”

  He nodded as he snuggled against me. “Oh yeah. An endearing pet name is definitely called for after sex that good.”

  “So, what’s the equivalent? Louie? That doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.”

  “It really doesn’t. You can keep working on it. Maybe you’ll be inspired the second time we have mind-blowing sex,” he joked. After a few moments, he kissed me and said, “I’m going to fire up the whirlpool tub. You’re not going to go pitching off this counter if I let go, are you?”

  “I don’t know, I might. I feel like a boneless chicken right now.”

  He chuckled and asked, “Like a what?”

  I grinned at him. “It’s a reference to an old Gary Larson cartoon. There were all these f
loppy chickens laying around on a farm, and a sign said ‘boneless chicken ranch’ or something. That’s how I feel right now, floppy.”

  He was still smiling as he said, “Don’t worry, pollo disossato, I’ll take care of you.”

  “Your Italian is a lot better than mine. I wouldn’t have known how to say boneless chicken,” I told him. When he picked me up and started carrying me toward the huge tub at the far end of the bathroom, I exclaimed, “Holy crap, put me down, Luca! I’m way too heavy for this.”

  “No you’re not.” He sat on the edge of the tub with me on his lap and turned on the water. It took a while for the tub to fill, and we passed the time by kissing each other, softly and tenderly, as he kept me on his lap. Finally, he shut off the tap and we both eased into the hot water. He reached over and opened a window to let in the sea breeze, then activated the jets with the push of a button.

  “This is heaven,” I said as I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms and legs around me. “You, this setting, what we just did, it’s all absolutely perfect. Even if I flew back to the states in the morning, this would still go down in the record books as the best vacation ever.”

  “Even though you got molested by a pack of dogs and have been forced to dress like an adult film star?”

  “Totally worth it. That chain of events led me right here, so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

  Luca lightly ran his fingertips up and down my arm, and after a while he asked, “What are you looking for, Nicky? Just a summer fling? Or something more than that?”

  “I….” Suddenly, the answer to that question didn’t feel so cut and dried. “I don’t know. What are you looking for?”

  “I guess I’m looking for the opposite of my last relationship. He wanted to keep it open and sleep with other people. It sounded great at first, the best of both worlds. But after a while, it just started to hurt. I stopped sleeping around because I cared about him, but he refused to do the same. I wanted to be enough for him. When it became clear I never would be, I broke it off.”