Chapter 7

The kiss continued, the need in Luca obviously as great as Duncan’s. The way Luca held him, the way his finger pushed eagerly into his arsehole, demonstrated this clearly. Their passion appeared to be equal.

Yet somehow, in the midst of this unleashing, a question occurred to Duncan.

“How did you—?”

“I saw you rubbing your cock while l was working the other day. Then the pre-cum on your shorts.”

Duncan opened his mouth to reply, but in a flash, Luca had spun him around, pressing him against the side of the pool.

“You want my cock in you, don’t you? You want to know how it feels. To be inside you. Don’t you?”

Duncan wasn’t used to being handled so forcefully. For him, it was a more sensual affair to move towards any sexual act with unhurried eroticism—a slow striptease, a short solo performance from his partner, maybe a night of being teased under the table at a restaurant. However, such dominance as Luca was displaying was suitably different to take his arousal to new levels.