Precious Virtue ✓

Chapter 26: The Love Of Kings

Precious Virtue

Chapter XXVI: The Love Of Kings

[Adrien's POV]

"I missed you so much, baby," Luka whispered in my ear. He swiped his tongue against my ear and dragged kisses along the back of my neck, drawing a gasp from my lips. 

I placed my hand against the shower wall, nails digging into the slippery marble tile. Luka kicked my legs apart, hand tangled in my damp hair. He lined his cock up against my entrance and slid inside of me, a loud moan escaping past my lips.

"I-I missed you too..." I managed to stutter out between moans, Luka's hips driving hard against my backside as he fucked me—hitting that spot inside of me that had my legs shaking, and my knees on the brink of buckling. I had to place a second hand against tiles to keep myself standing, and from hitting my face against the wall.

"Are you just saying that because I have my cock inside of you?" Luka teased. He emphasized his point by slamming his hips flush against me, keeping himself buried deep, grinding hard. He drew a series of moans out from me as pleasure shot deep into my core like lightning. I scratched hard at the tiles, slick running down my legs.

"No, I am not—you ass." I breathed out. Luka chuckled. With his fingers tangled in my hair, he tugged my head back and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring, and lacing with mine. Then, he pulled back, teeth dragging across my lower lip, leaving me breathless and intoxicated by his touch.

Luka slipped out of me, and I gasped, feeling empty. He grabbed my hand and tugged me over to the shower bench, sitting down. He pulled me down so that I was on his lap, straddling with my legs on either side of him. Then, his hands were on my hips, guiding me back down onto his cock.

I moaned when he was buried deep in me once more and started rocking my hips, my hand pressed against the tiles beside Luka's head. My other hand entangled with Luka's hair, brushing the soaked strands from his face.

His hazel eyes were on me, watching me, darkened in lust, as he squeezed my hips tightly, propelling me down again and again to meet his hard, quick thrusts. All I could do was cry and gasp, succumbing to the intense pleasure that absorbed all of my senses. Fuck, I really did miss this. The amount of phone sex we had during the winter break while we were apart could not compare to this. Not one bit.

I came all over Luka's stomach with a loud cry, my whole body tensing and shaking from the intensity of it all. Luka fucked me through my orgasm, before he pulled out of me, ripping off the condom. He curled his fingers around his cock, jacking himself off until he came with a groan, the back of his head hitting the tiled wall.

The both of us sat there, catching our breaths. Silence mingled with the heavy pelting of water from the shower, and the heavy steam fogging the air and the glass doors. Eventually, I stood up from Luka's lap on shaking legs, hot and wet all over.

"Fuck." Was all Luka said with a breathless chuckle, unmoving from his seat on the bench. He remained slumped against the shower wall, a few wet strands of his hair falling back into his face.

I laughed, a crooked smile adorning my face. "Come on, let's finish our shower before the water runs cold."

Luka hummed, acknowledging my words, yet he didn't move from the bench. His eyes were on me, lip caught between his teeth as I grabbed my body wash from the shelf. "Not gonna lie...I'm still horny."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe if we hurry and finish our shower, I'll let you fuck me again."

That's exactly what happened—after our shower, we went back to Luka's room and had sex again. It all happened quickly; one minute, Luka and I were drying off, discussing what show we wanted to watch tonight, and the next, I found myself with my back on Luka's bed, towel splayed open. Luka dropped the towel from around his waist. Before I knew it, he was putting on a fresh condom and sliding himself into me again. All I could do was gasp and moan as he fucked me, my legs spread and shaking—I was still sensitive from my previous orgasm in the shower, and yet I already felt another one brewing from how hard and deep he was fucking into me.