Page 89 of Spotlight Hearts

“Luca—”

I add a third finger, stretching him open while the hot water beats down on us. He’s tight and hot and making the filthiest little sounds every time I crook my fingers just right.

I pull my fingers out, turn him around, and press his chest against the cool tiles. He braces his hands on the wall, arching his back, offering himself.

I slick my cock with more lube, line up, and push in—one long, steady thrust until I’m buried to the hilt.

Kai moans loud, the sound echoing off the glass. I grip his hips and start fucking him hard, deep strokes that make his body jolt against the wall with every thrust.

“Fuck—yes—” he gasps, pushing back to meet me. “Fuck me harder.”

The lube makes everything slick and messy. I can feel every inch of him clenching around me as I pound into him, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles. I grip his hips tighter, fingers digging into the muscle, and drive into him with deeper thrusts that force his body against the wall.

Kai’s breath comes in short, broken bursts. He braces harder against the tiles, back arched, ass pushed out for me. Every time I bottom out, a low, guttural sound escapes him.

I wrap my hand around his cock again, stroking him with the same rough rhythm I’m using to fuck him. My thumb presses firmly over the head on every upstroke, spreading the slick mix of water and precum. Kai’s hips stutter, thighs trembling as he tries to keep up with the pace.

“Shit—right there,” he chokes out when I angle my hips just right and nail that spot inside him again and again.

I lean in closer, chest pressed to his back, teeth scraping along the wet skin of his shoulder as I fuck him harder. The steam is so thick it feels like we’re drowning in it. Water streams down our bodies, making every slide of skin against skin feel filthy and perfect.

Kai’s hand slams flat against the tile as his whole body starts to shake. His cock throbs in my fist, leaking steadily.

“I’m close—” he warns.

I don’t slow down. I keep pounding into him, stroking him faster, tighter, until his whole body locks up.

He comes with a strangled shout, cock pulsing hard in my grip, spilling over my fingers and the tiled wall in thick stripes. His ass clenches rhythmically around me, squeezing so tight it drags me right over the edge with him.

I bury myself deep and come with a rough groan, hips jerking as I fill him up, pulse after pulse, until my legs feel weak.

For a few long seconds, we just stay there, me still buried inside him, both of us panting, water cascading over our joined bodies.

I press my forehead to the back of his neck, breathing hard against his wet skin.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “You feel too good.”

Kai lets out a shaky laugh, still trembling. “Yeah… same.”

I slowly pull out, watching my cum mix with the water and lube as it drips down his thigh. The sight makes my spent cock twitch again.

I turn him around and pull him into a messy, open-mouthed kiss under the spray, hands roaming over his slick skin, unable to get enough.

Eventually, we get clean and move to the bed. I’m pretty sure sleep isn’t happening for a few hours.

TWENTY-SEVEN

KAI

We barely make it to the king bed.

Luca lays me down gently, then crawls over me, his damp body pressing me into the cool sheets. We kiss with slow, languid swipes of our lips, lazy, perfect, and everything I want.

His hands roam over me, tracing the lines of my ribs, the curve of my hip, the Korean script of my tattoo. His mouth follows, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my collarbone, my throat, the corner of my jaw. Each kiss is filled with so much warmth I think I might cry right here. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt this wanted before.

Butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach. I close my eyes, letting myself feel all of this as it sinks into my soul. It’s so different from the last two times.

He kisses me again, tongue sliding against mine. His hands send shivers down my spine as they stroke down my side, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above my hipbone.