All I Believe

by Alexa Land

  “This is so not my life. I don’t jet off to exotic locations and ride around in Ferraris with incredibly hot men. I live with my grandmother and sold my old Mazda to help pay my tuition. This is like some crazy, lavish, totally over-the-top dream.” When he came to a stop sign and turned to look at me, I said, “I really do appreciate all you’re doing. It’s wonderfully kind of you. But Luca, you’re already enough. There’s no need to dress it up with jets and luxury cars and an exotic location.”

  He smiled at me and said, “You’re going to hate the house I rented,” before shooting into the intersection.

  ‘House’ really wasn’t the word for it. ‘Palatial estate’ came a bit closer to describing the huge, gorgeous, modern structure, which was perched all by itself on a cliff above the ocean on Malta’s southern edge. I drew in my breath when I saw it, and turned to Luca with a raised eyebrow. “I know,” he said. “Total overkill. I couldn’t help it. It has a pool on the roof with a view that goes on forever. As soon as I saw that in the online listing and imagined you swimming and sunbathing naked in that rooftop oasis, it was a done deal. I had a hard-on when I called the rental agent.”

  I grinned at that and said, “This is amazing,” as I got out of the car. “Thank you. Next time, it’s my treat. That means we’re going tent camping in an alley behind a Seven-Eleven, because that’s what I can afford. Begin lowering your expectations now.”

  “Why an alley behind a Seven-Eleven?”

  “So I can buy you all the Big Gulps you want. I may be broke, but you’re not dehydrating on my watch!” I winked at him and headed for the front door as he chuckled and caught up to me.

  The inside was wide open, airy and white with high ceilings. The entire back wall was glass, and the view of the Mediterranean was absolutely stunning, all the color in the room coming from the sea and sun, the furnishings and artwork left understated so they wouldn’t detract from that view. “You did well,” I murmured as I wandered into the main living area and trailed my fingertips over a smooth glass tabletop.

  “I’m glad you approve, despite my penchant for gaudy displays of my affection.”

  “Is that what you’re doing? Displaying your affection?”

  “Oh yeah. I’m in full peacock mode. Only, instead of feathers, I’m trying to show off with rented cars and houses.”

  “And chartered jets. Don’t forget that feather.”

  “You seemed unimpressed.”

  I gathered him in my arms and put my head on his shoulder. “Not true. I’m very impressed that you’d try to do so much for me, and I really do appreciate it. The flight, this house, and getting to ride in that convertible are all amazing. But it just isn’t necessary. Peacocks put on a show to attract a mate. I’ve been attracted to you since I was fourteen.”

  “With a few years’ hiatus in between.”

  “I never forgot about the sweet, cute boy at the fountain, and I may not have known it was you when we met a second time, but I sure as hell was attracted to you the moment I saw you again. I’m going to go ahead and call that a lifetime of attraction, despite a lack of proximity for a portion of it.”

  He rubbed my back as he held me, and admitted quietly, “I feel like such an asshole for running off with no explanation a couple weeks ago, so I guess I’m trying to make it up to you. It’s entirely possible that I overdid it, but I just had this need to spoil you and take care of you after doing that to you.”

  “You didn’t do anything to me. There was something you had to deal with, so you went off and did that.”

  He began punctuating his words with kisses. “But,” he kissed my cheek softly, “you…” another soft kiss to the cheek, “deserve so much more,” he kissed my ear gently, “than that.” Luca licked my earlobe and sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, directly to my cock.

  “Will you do something for me?” I asked as I nuzzled his cheek and wrapped my hands around his waist.

  “Of course, Nicky. Anything.”

  “Fuck me so hard and for such a long time that I won’t be able to remember my own name by the time you’re done with me.”

  I felt his entire body react to that, a tremor going through him as he ground his hips against mine. “I can absolutely do that,” he said, his voice deep and a bit rough.

  In the next moment he was towing me up the stairs, clutching my hand. When we got to the huge master bedroom, he practically threw me on the mattress and began stripping me. He actually tore the shirt off my body. I didn’t even sort of mind.

  As soon as he got me naked, he was on top of me, licking and kissing and caressing me as I moaned and writhed beneath him. Then he was up in a flash, exclaiming, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” That made me grin. As if I was likely to wander off.

  He dashed through a door to my left, giving me a moment to take in the beautiful bedroom, which just like the downstairs was white and modern and understated, so all the focus was on the spectacular view of the sea. The ceiling was incredibly high, and the glass wall extended maybe twenty feet up, so the room was bathed in sunlight. A portion of the glass wall had been slid open, and a crisp, briny breeze filled the room. I let my eyes close and took a deep, cleansing breath.

  My lids flew open a moment later, as Luca dashed back into the room. He was naked and rock hard, and I couldn’t help but stare at his thick, swollen cock, which pointed at his abs. He fumbled with the wrapper on a new bottle of lube, almost dropping the towel and big box of condoms in his hands.

  He dove onto the bed and rolled over on top of me, then sat up and quickly made use of the lube and a condom as he straddled my thighs. “This is going to be quick,” he said. “Sorry. I promise I’ll do better with round two, but right now I’m dying to be inside you.”

  “I have no problem with any of that,” I said as he repositioned himself between my thighs and put one of my ankles on his shoulder. He slicked my hole and fingered me gently for a few moments, then wiped his hand on the towel and positioned the tip of his cock at my opening.

  Luca leaned forward, pushing himself into me as he held my gaze. When he was in me up to his balls, he took a deep, shaky breath. Then he asked me, “Do you like sports?”

  I burst out laughing. “Really? We’re going to make small-talk now?”

  He nodded his head emphatically. “I’m trying not to cum. It feels so fucking amazing to be inside you. God, Nicky, you have no idea. I said this was going to be fast, but cumming in two seconds is unacceptable so I’m trying to distract myself.”

  I smiled at him and said, “Fair enough. No, not really. What about you?”

  “Me neither. Shit, that conversation went nowhere fast.” He very slowly slid almost all the way out of me, then pushed back in, burying himself to the hilt again. I moaned softly and he said, “That little mewl is not helping.”

  “That wasn’t a mewl, it was a moan.”

  “Oh, it was a mewl, and it was fucking adorable.” He repeated the long, slow slide in and out. “Let’s talk about something else.”

  I caressed his back and cupped his ass with both hands. When I squeezed his butt cheeks and pulled him deeper into me, a tremor went through him. “Like what?”

  He hovered above me, his thick hair falling over one eye. “That thing you’re doing to my ass isn’t helping.”

  “So just cum already! Then we can get to rounds two through fifty-six.”

  He laughed at that. “Fifty-six! Are you trying to kill me?”

  “We have the next two weeks, this house, and this bed. Four times a day sounds reasonable, right?”

  He began moving in and out of me with slow, contained thrusts as he brushed my hair back from my face with a gentle touch. “Actually, when you put it that way, the number’s probably a bit low.”

  “Good job,” I said.

  “With what?”

  “You’ve been fucking me for over a minute and haven’t cum in me yet.” I flashed him a big smile.

  That made him chuckle. “The s
ex math was a good distraction. It’s tough to reach orgasm while you’re working out sums in your head.”

  “So, there you go.”

  He was still moving in me slowly, sliding almost out and pushing all the way back in, sending waves of pleasure through me every time he brushed my prostate. I began rocking my hips, just a little, and he whispered, “Oh fuck,” then began thrusting in me harder and faster. Luca slid his arms around my shoulders as he took me, his eyes again locked with mine. My foot had slid off his shoulder, so I wrapped both my legs around him and pushed up with my hips to meet each thrust.

  He was in me so incredibly deep, bottoming out in me with each thrust, his body rubbing my hard cock, and I cried out as I came unexpectedly, my balls tightening up and my ass clenching his shaft as I shot a huge load all over my body. That was all it took to finish Luca off, and he came with a low moan, his beautiful face flushed and his full lips parted as he pushed himself into me again and again.

  It took us both a while to recover, and he kissed me tenderly, his cock still in me for quite a while afterwards, his weight on me comforting and reassuring (though his knees and elbows supported most of it). “Have I mentioned how much I missed you?” he asked before kissing my cheek and neck.

  “You might have said something about that,” I told him with a lazy grin. “I missed you too. I enjoyed the letters, though. Thank you for writing to me.”

  “I’m glad you liked them.” He kissed my bare shoulder, then reached between us and held the condom in place as he eased himself from my body. After cleaning me up with the towel, he discarded the condom and cleaned himself, too, then pulled the fluffy, white duvet over us and settled in comfortably.

  As I curled up in his arms, I asked idly, “Do you ever bottom?”

  “Oh! Shit, we’ve never talked about this! I’m so sorry. I thought you wanted to bottom, it seemed like we just naturally gravitated to that.”

  “I do. I was just curious. I’ve never topped and I guess I just sort of wondered about you.”

  “Never?”

  I shook my head. “My ex wouldn’t even entertain the notion.”

  “Why didn’t you have sex with any of the men you dated before Erik?”

  I shrugged and said, “Fear, mostly. Aside from this current bit of idle curiosity, I’ve always just wanted to bottom, and I thought it would hurt to be fucked. I was right, too. It hurt like hell the first few months of our relationship, until I learned how to relax and take him.”

  “That fucking asshole,” Luca mumbled, his voice low.

  “He is, but why the sudden need to cuss him out?”

  “Because he hurt you. He didn’t prepare you properly, or guide you through it. If he had, it wouldn’t have hurt like that.”

  I thought about that before saying softly, “I wish you’d been my first. I’m glad you were my first kiss, at least. That’s always been my fondest memory.”

  His arms tightened around me and he kissed my forehead. “I wish I could have been your first, too. But if I’m very, very lucky,” he said softly, “maybe I’ll end up being your last.”

  I looked up at him as the full meaning of his words sunk in. I asked, my voice almost a whisper, “What happens after these two weeks, Luca? What are we going to do?”

  “I have absolutely no idea, but I’m no good without you, Nicky. When we’re not together, all I do is miss you like crazy and count the hours until we’re together.”

  “I’m the same way.”

  “Really?” I nodded, settling onto his chest again, and he told me, “We’re going to figure this out, Nico. I have no idea how, but we’re going to figure out how we can be together when these two weeks are up and reality crashes into us like a freight train.” There was something in the way he said that, a graveness in his voice that made me look up at him. Somehow, I didn’t think he was just talking about the fact that we lived on different continents.

  Luca continued, “To get back to your original question, if you ever feel like topping me, I have no problem with that.”

  “Good to know.”

  “Was that just a general fact-finding question, or do you think you might actually want to fuck me?”

  I grinned and said, “Now that you’ve given me the green light, I’d like to try it. But, you know, in a few hours. I just came so hard I can barely keep my eyes open.”

  Luca held me a little closer. “No hurry, mio tesoro. I’ll be right here when you’re ready.”

  *****

  When I awoke sometime later, I blinked up at Luca, who was all blurry until he slid my glasses into place. “Hi, beautiful. You hungry?” he asked me. He’d been reading from a leather-bound book, and slipped a bookmark between the pages before putting it on the bedside table.

  I nodded but closed my eyes again. My head was on Luca’s stomach as he sat propped up in bed. “Time is it?” I mumbled.

  “I’m not sure. Six, maybe?”

  I sat up and exclaimed, “Six! Damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep the whole day away.”

  “You didn’t, and I’m glad you got some rest. Now I can keep you up all night.”

  “That’s true.”

  He kissed me and said with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I brought up your suitcase, it’s in the walk-in closet. I took the liberty of laying out an outfit for you. Why don’t you get dressed and meet me in the kitchen?”

  “Alright.” I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, and when I reached the door I looked back at him over my shoulder. His head was cocked to the side and he was completely staring at my ass.

  When he saw me looking, he flashed a wide grin and said, “You’re beautiful from every angle.”

  I used the restroom and cleaned myself up a bit, then went in search of my luggage. When I saw the outfit Luca had put together for me, I started chuckling. He’d gone straight for the Nana collection, and selected a tiny pair of purple assless briefs with white trim, a pair of sheer, white shorts, and a stretchy little tank top. Too funny. I grinned embarrassedly, then put on just the briefs and went in search of him.

  Luca was in the kitchen, barefoot and dressed in old jeans and a white t-shirt, surrounded by ingredients and cookware. He was studying a cookbook intently, as if there would be a test later. “Really? You’re cooking?” I asked as I came up to him.

  “Kind of. Attempting to cook is more like it. There’s a frozen pizza as an emergency backup, in case I fail utterly.” He picked up a pan from the counter, then fumbled it and almost dropped it when he finally looked up at me. “Holy shit,” he muttered, which made me color a bit.

  “Thanks for picking out an outfit for me. It seemed a bit too formal though, so I pared it down slightly.”

  “You look amazing,” he murmured, setting the pot aside and running his palms down my upper arms as his gaze ran down my body.

  “I’m glad you think so.” I tried to change the subject by peering over his shoulder at the open cookbook. “What are you making, and how can I help?”

  “Here’s how you can help.” He poured two glasses of red wine from an open bottle on the counter and handed me one. “Take this, have a seat, and enjoy your vacation.” He clinked his glass with mine.

  “You’re on vacation, too. I’d feel guilty if I just sat idly by.”

  “Okay, so tomorrow we’ll cook together. Now will you please sit your adorable ass down and let me fail to impress you?”

  I grinned at that as I perched on a nearby barstool. “You’re actually succeeding at impressing me. No matter what we end up with, you’re clearly going through a lot of effort, and that’s impressive in and of itself.”

  Luca kissed my forehead and went back to work, his brow creased with concentration, darting looks at the cookbook every few seconds. “I can’t believe anyone does this recreationally,” he muttered at one point. He was trying to chop some vegetables, and his technique was endearingly awkward. When he caught me grinning, he asked, “What?”

  “You’re just so
cute, and I actually love that you suck at this. You’re so damn perfect the rest of the time that it would probably give me an inferiority complex. But then there’s this.”

  “I’m not even sort of perfect. And for God’s sake, will you drink your wine? I need you to be drunk when I present this meal, so you don’t notice how awful it is.” I smiled at him before draining my glass.

  I really did have a nice buzz going by the time he served dinner maybe an hour later. He’d been pretty ambitious. His first course was a large Vietnamese summer roll, served with two little round ramekins filled with different dipping sauces. I fought back a chuckle and decided not to be immature enough to point out the fact that it looked exactly like a cock and balls. It actually tasted good, even if it did explode when I tried to take a bite out of it. Luca frowned a little and handed me a fork.

  The main course was a long, thin fillet of some sort of local white fish, served with two round, red potatoes. He’d garnished it with a few sprigs of chives, which jutted out of the fillet at the end opposite the potatoes. I slammed down another glass of wine and worked on maintaining my composure. He seemed completely oblivious to the fact that it looked like an erupting penis. Comedic value aside, it tasted pretty good.

  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.