Barred Desires (The Deepest Desires 1)

Luca

The next fewdays go by in a flash. Dr. Baker decided that Dad was healthy enough to try placing the stents in his heart again. They did that the morning after he woke up and it went successfully, without any complications, which I’m more than relieved about.

When you don’t keep trying to die on the table during the procedure, it’s actually a pretty easy surgery, as far as heart surgeries go.

He got to come home yesterday, and we all are feeling thankful to have him back here. Branson and I have only missed a few days of the semester so far, which is nice and makes things less stressful. We’re flying back to Pullman in the morning, so we’ll be able to go to classes on Monday.

Dad and Sarah went to bed a little early, as he’s still exhausted from the whole ordeal. We didn’t want to disrupt them, so we decided to go to bed too.

Well, not go to bed… but you know.

Fresh out of the shower, we both forego our clothes and climb into bed together. I’m already horny as hell, and I know he is too, by the way he’s looking at me. His gaze is lit up like an inferno, aimed directly at me, and it heats my blood right up.

Climbing onto his lap, I run my fingers through his still wet strands, tugging on them gently, while letting my tongue dart out and slide across his full bottom lip. He groans, thrusting his hips up to meet mine. With both of us being naked, the movement causes his cock to rub against my sac, sending shock waves through my body.

I lower my mouth down to his again, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling on it, before diving in. He tastes like mint toothpaste and absolute temptation. The chemistry that flows between us is heady, the want and desire filling the air downright palpable.

We couldn’t deny this connection even if we wanted to.

Rocking on his lap, feeling his stone-hard erection rubbing against me, does nothing to tame the flames licking my veins. My hands roam the stretch of his chest and stomach, loving the feel of his abs flexing under my touch.

I slide down his body until I’m settled in between his open thighs, needing to feel him lose control beneath me. I’m speechless at the sight in front of me as I look up at him.

His cheeks and chest are flushed a brilliant shade of pink, his pupils are wide, eyes glossy, with puffy, wet lips, and his hair is drying in the sexiest state of chaos.

My heart swells in my chest at the sight of him and the intense amount of love and adoration I feel toward him. I have never loved anybody the way I love him, and I want to do absolutely everything in my power to give him the love and pleasure he so easily gives to me.

The need to please, to worship, to give myself to him fully, is electrifying and is almost enough to take my breath away.

Wrapping my palm around his hot, hard length, I give him a few slow strokes, loving the way he turns to putty in my hands. Leaning down, I spit on his cock and in my hand, resuming my stroke game, turning my mouth's attention to his large, heavy balls.

I teasingly lick my way across his sac, keeping my touch feather-light. His sighs and groans let me know how wild I’m making him. Unable to hold off any longer, I suck one of his balls into my mouth, loving the feel of it on my tongue. His back arches off the bed, and his head drops back with the huskiest groan coming from deep within his chest.

Switching to the other ball, I suck it into my mouth, while continuing to stroke his cock. He tugs his fingers through my hair, gripping tight while thrusting up into my hand.

“Luca… babe,” he moans. “Come here. I want to feel you rub against me.”

Who am I to deny him what he wants? Lord knows I’m about to explode, watching him writhing underneath me. Straddling his hips, I grab both of us in my hand and begin stroking hard and fast. Both of us needing this release.

“Oh, fuck.” Branson throws his head back, squeezing my hips in a punishing grip. “Fuck, babe, yes!”

“Come for me, Bran.” I’m so close to the edge, but I don’t want to leap into ecstasy without him.

“Ahh, don’t fucking stop. Oh, fuck!” His breathing is erratic, his grip on me intensifying. “I’m going to come, fuck!”

As soon as he gets the words out, his cock erupts all over my hand and his abs. Following not long behind, I toss my head back, coming with a shuddering moan.

Leaning down, I kiss his lips before getting off the bed. I come back with a warm washcloth, cleaning us both up. My body feels like jelly, and I could probably fall asleep standing up at this point, and one look at Branson says he feels the same.

I climb into bed and under the covers, cuddling up next to him, then close my heavy eyes and let sleep take me.

* * *

Our flight was early,so we’re pulling up at our house just before noon. Knox and Weston are in classes for the next few hours, so we have the house to ourselves, which I fully plan to take advantage of.

Unlocking the door, it feels so good to be home. Don’t get me wrong, I love visiting our parents, and I’m so glad that Dad is okay and back home, but this is our home now and there is something to be said about sleeping in your own bed, being in your own environment.

“Shower?” I ask Branson, wiggling my brows at him suggestively.

“Fuck yeah,” he says. “Get started. I’ll meet you in there once I put our stuff in my room.”

Turning on the Bluetooth speaker in the bathroom, Reckless by You Me At Six starts playing while I turn the water on and undress. Showers after airports and plane rides are elite; you can’t tell me otherwise.

I feel my muscles start to relax as I head under the scalding hot stream. I’m thankful that Branson likes his showers as hot as I do, especially since we only seem to take them together lately. As if on cue, he steps in, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Fuck, it’s good to be home,” he says, tightening his grip around my waist.

“I was thinking that too.”

Turning to face him, I make quick work of washing him down and then he does the same to me. We don’t linger too long in the shower this time, getting out as soon as we’re both clean, then wrap towels around our waists.

“I’m going to grab a bottle of water,” I tell him, heading toward the stairs. “Want one?”

“I’ll come with you.”

Making our way downstairs, we both freeze once we get to the bottom.

“Hey, guys,” Knox greets with a knowing smirk, raising his brow at us. “Were you two showering together?”

Weston apparently is home too, because he waltzes in from the kitchen. “Showering together, huh?”

Looking at each other, Branson and I bark out in laughter. Even if we wanted to, we couldn’t deny it. We’re both dressed in only a towel, so what we were doing is pretty obvious.

“Yup,” Branson mutters. “Trying to conserve water, you know.”