Forgotten Luca (The Four 1)

I had no clue how long the long way home would take, but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything but getting Luca's mouth back on mine where it belonged.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Luca

Not in the car.

Not in the car.

Those were the words I kept saying to myself as Remy and I fought for control of the kiss. I had him pressed back against the seat with one hand planted on the back of his thigh and the other tangled in his hair, but somehow it was his mouth that was driving our encounter. The second I’d slid into the back seat of the car, he'd been all over me. Not that I was complaining, of course. But with his fingers tearing at my tie and mine itching to feel his skin, the sweet little make-out session I'd planned was turning into something much, much more.

"Remy—" I tried to say, but his mouth stole over mine again.

I shifted my body off of his so I could at least get some much-needed oxygen to my head in the hopes that I could get control of my other head, but as soon as I leaned back against the seat, Remy followed, and I let out a loud moan when he climbed onto my lap. I could hear music playing somewhere, and I had to assume that my bodyguards were trying to give me and Remy a little bit of privacy by turning up the music in the front of the car.

The fact that we were just getting started and were already losing ourselves so completely in one another was both amazing and a bad sign. There was no way we could continue like this in the car with two of my men sitting just half a dozen feet away.

I tangled my fingers in Remy's hair and gently eased his head back so he was eventually forced to release my mouth. Despite my good intentions, I found myself still peppering his mouth with sensual kisses as I tried to bring us both down. Remy's pupils were blown and he was breathing erratically. His hands were on my neck and shoulders, unable to stay still. He’d somehow managed to get my shirt halfway unbuttoned, so when his fingers ran over my upper chest, my cock responded in an almost violent manner.

"We can't do this here," I was able to get out. I felt almost lightheaded from the need that was swimming throughout my entire body.

Remy's gorgeous eyes flooded with confusion, then despair. He began grinding his cock against my abdomen. My own dick seemed to have a mind of its own as it tried to bust out of my pants to get to the gorgeous man on my lap.

"Luca?" Remy practically cried. I realized then that he was too far gone already. The idea that I'd taken him to that level of need with just a handful of kisses and caresses only ratcheted up my own desire.

We hung there, me in fascination and him in desperation. When he whispered my name once again, I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him softly. "I've got you, sweetheart," I whispered. I couldn't help but wonder if this was another first for him. Not the making-out-in-the-car part, but just being with another guy and having it be about him. He obviously wasn't a virgin, but somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I did consider him that. I wanted—no, needed—to give him this moment where it was only about him.

Car and bodyguards be damned.

I kissed Remy and let my hands slide all over his body, but when he tried to touch me, I took his hands and moved them down to the zipper of his pants instead. "Take yourself out for me," I commanded softly as I dotted his mouth with soft kisses. His breathing was still uneven, but he seemed to be in a better state of mind to process my request.

I loved that he didn't hesitate to flip the button and pull down the zipper. Remy's fingers were trembling when he reached into his pants and carefully pulled out his very hard, very wet dick. My mouth watered at the sight of the pre-cum that was leaking out of his tip. If the car had been bigger, I definitely would've had him rising up on his knees so I could taste him. But I doubted Remy was in any position to even hold out that long. His body had started to shake violently and he was once again rocking his hips back and forth. The skin of his cock looked angry and he actually seemed on the verge of tears when he began to stroke himself. One of his hands came up to rest on my shoulder as he tipped his head back.

"Luca," he breathed desperately.