Chapter 12
“Honey, she can stay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, but…” Luca glanced at Gus’s mother. “Maybe keep her away from me?”
“We promise to fill you in, Mom, but please?” Gus pleaded before she had a chance to ask any questions.
“All right, I’ll do what I can,” she said but didn’t look convinced.
Luca wasn’t certain she would have so readily agreed if they weren’t pressed for time, something he was grateful for at this particular moment.
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
She opened the door and snuck in. After just a few moments, the music they’d chosen for their entrance started playing. They opened the door and walked hand in hand down the aisle. 7: Dirty Dancing
Just as Gus had predicted, their first dance as husbands was borderline X-rated. When the MC announced it was time for the newlyweds’ first dance, they walked hand in hand to the dance floor. Luca pulled him into his arms as the first note of their song started playing, and they stood in a formal dance position for a few seconds, waiting for their cue.
“Tell me now if you want me to behave,” Luca said with a wide smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
“Why on earth would I want that?”
“Propriety dictates I keep my hands off your ass in public?”
“Propriety? Really?” Gus chuckled. “Who are you? Mr. Darcy?” he asked as they took their first few steps in perfect time with the music.
“Hey, I own a book café. I need to be able to recommend great reads to anyone.”
“Of course.”
“That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.” Luca pulled Gus close and put both hands on his back. He bent his head, rested his cheek against Gus’s clean-shaven one, and put his mouth next to Gus’s ear. “I love you, Mr. Hanson-Moretti,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
For a while, they danced cheek to cheek. Close, but still modest enough for polite company. But eventually, Luca’s hands started wandering farther down Gus’s back until they rested on his ass cheeks. Gus couldn’t hold back a smile.
“How long before we can blow this popsicle stand?” Luca murmured in Gus’s ear.
“Why? You bored?”
“No, but I can think of…other things I’d like to do to my husband.” Luca waggled his eyebrows.
Gus shivered when Luca called him husband. “What other things?”
“I thought, since it’s our wedding night, I’d do that thing with my tongue you love so much.”
Gus whimpered, and his pants grew uncomfortably tight as his cock plumped up. He imagined Luca’s tongue laving his nipples. Luca’s tongue was raspy, almost like a cat’s, and Gus loved the friction on his sensitive skin. Luca had made Gus cum just by sucking and nibbling on his nipples more than once, and he was always proud as a peacock afterward.
“Mm, you love my tongue, don’t you?”
Luca accentuated every hoarse word with squeezes of Gus’s ass. Light kneading at first, but the pressure increased until Gus moaned. If Luca kept this up, he’d have to walk off the dance floor with tented pants.
“And when you’re just about to shoot…when you beg me to cum…”
“What?” Gus breathed.
“You know what.”
Gus closed his eyes and tried to force the image of Luca behind him out of his mind. This was not the time to imagine Luca’s scratchy tongue caressing his hole, driving him crazy with desire.
“I’ll bend you over and lick every inch of your fine ass.” As if to illustrate, he fluttered his tongue in Gus’s ear and breathed heavily.
Gus could almost feel the hot breath on his ass. “Oh, my God.” He panted and shifted his hips, trying to get more room for his hard cock. His breath hitched as a curious finger closed in on his hole. Surely Luca wouldn’t…?
He didn’t, but he moved the finger in a small circle on Gus’s ass cheek. He stopped for a moment and pressed it down in the center of the imaginary circle, and Gus clenched his ass. Luca always played with his hole like that before he—
“You have to stop,” Gus hissed in Luca’s ear, clutching Luca’s waist in desperation, probably leaving bruises behind.
Luca continued as if he hadn’t heard a word. Gus clamped his eyes closed and tried to think about anything other than his husband’s teasing finger working its way closer and closer to its target. Luca’s lips caressed along Gus’s jaw line, and a press of the finger followed every kiss. Kiss—press—kiss—press, and Gus was afraid he’d burst into flames any minute.
When Luca’s pouty lips finally found his, Gus moaned and pushed his aching cock against Luca’s. Luca sucked on his tongue, licked the roof of his mouth, and nibbled on his lower lip. Gus’s sounds grew more and more desperate. He forgot where he was. His dick throbbed, and every nerve ending on his body buzzed, making him feel like he’d been electrocuted.