All I Believe (Firsts and Forever, #10)(54)

I completely lost it when he served dessert though, and fell off my stool as I doubled over with laughter. He’d gone to a bakery and purchased two fat, long cannoli, which he’d served by embedding each one in two small scoops of strawberry gelato, so they stood upright. Luca grinned as he watched me. I looked up at him from my spot on the kitchen floor and reached under my glasses to wipe away my tears. “You need to have a guest spot on my grandmother’s cooking show,” I said, still chuckling. “That meal was epic.”

He started laughing too, and offered me his hand. When he pulled me up, he gave my bare bottom a playful swat. “Mission accomplished,” he said.

“It was your mission to serve me the most phallic meal possible?”

“It was my mission to make you laugh and distract you from my subpar cooking.”

“So, you knew you were serving me an international dick parade?”

“Of course! I loved watching you trying to keep a straight face through all of that, it was hilarious.” He flashed me a brilliant smile.

“You were so serious about it,” I said. “I didn’t think you realized.”

“It was pretty hard to miss.”

I sat on his lap, picked up a cannoli and offered it to him, and he took a big bite as I said, “You did a good job cooking everything. Thank you.”

“The fish was dry.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“The potatoes looked like balls.”

“Yes. Intentionally, as it turns out.”

He grinned at me, and I leaned in and licked some cannoli cream from his lower lip. We ate all of our dessert by feeding it to each other, interspersed with slow, tender kisses. When all the food was gone, I stayed on his lap with my arms around his neck and we went right on kissing.

Eventually he said, “Come on mio tesoro, let’s have some after-dinner drinks by the pool,” and picked up another bottle of wine and a couple glasses from the counter. On the way to the roof, he tossed a fleece blanket over his shoulder.

The pool and patio were breathtaking. We settled onto a padded lounge chair, wrapped up in the blanket and one another. I sat between his legs, and leaned back against Luca as I looked up at the indigo night sky. There wasn’t another building in sight, and the only sound was the waves crashing on the rocky shore far below us. “It’s so peaceful,” I said. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I had hoped you’d like it. A lot of this country is densely populated, but this remote corner appealed to me.”

“It was a great choice. What made you pick Malta, anyway?”

“I’d never been here before, even with all my traveling. I liked the idea of someplace brand new, a place that could just be ours. Have you been here?”

I shook my head and said, “It’s new to me, too.”

I shivered a little as the breeze picked up. Luca pulled up the throw blanket and made sure I was tucked in. “If it’s still too cold we can go back inside,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Let’s stay a little longer. I love it out here.”

“Sure, Nicky.” He rubbed his cheek against my hair and held me securely.

“You’re so kind,” I said softly after a while. “Kinder than anyone I’ve ever known. Thank you for being so nice to me and treating me like I matter.”


“You matter more than anything.” He kissed the top of my head, and I twisted around in his arms and kissed him deeply.

Both of us were aroused in a matter of minutes, and as I stroked Luca’s hard-on through his jeans he said, “That thing you mentioned earlier that you’ve always wanted to try? I, um, I’d be willing if you are.” Vulnerability wasn’t something I associated with Luca, and to see it in his eyes as he offered himself to me made me feel so protective of him.

“You sure?” When he nodded, I said, “Maybe we should move to the bedroom so we can do this properly.”

When we got there, I sat on the edge of the mattress and he stood in front of me and kept his eyes locked with mine as he stripped himself. He pulled the white t-shirt over his head first and tossed it aside, then took off his jeans and threw them in the direction of the shirt. He removed his black briefs slowly, sliding them down his thighs before letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. When I drew in a breath, it was ragged with desire.

He climbed onto the bed and said a bit embarrassedly as he stretched out on his back, “I, um, cleaned up earlier in case you wanted to do this tonight. So I’m, you know, all good to go.”

I climbed up beside him and ran a line of kisses up his muscular thigh, then picked up his cock and stroked it lightly as I asked, “How long has it been since you bottomed, Luca?”

“It’s been years. It kind of makes me nervous, because it hasn’t always gone so well in the past. But I trust you to go slowly.”

I took my time worshipping Luca’s strong, beautiful body with my hands and lips and tongue, licking and caressing him as I fingered his incredibly tight opening with lots of lube. I returned to his cock again and again, rubbing, sucking, and licking it while he moaned and squirmed. He kept his eyes open, watching everything I was doing to him, reaching down to stroke my hair periodically but otherwise remaining passive and letting me do whatever I wanted.