Siren's Heart (Siren's Duet Book 1): Love at first sight

12. Chapter Twelve - Millie

My first orgasm of the night built up gradually, like a matchstick, evolving into a campfire, until becoming a blazing inferno. But this second one? It comes out of nowhere, like a volcano exploding, a lighter thrown into a puddle of fuel.

One moment, the pressing sensation in my core announces itself with a tingle, and then boom. Explosion. His name falling from my lips, and fireworks going off in my mind, rendering me weak and a powerless, uncontrollably shaking mess. Holy fucking shit.

He knows exactly where to touch, reading my body like a book, finding all the perfect spots to drive me crazy.

His fingers fill me, continuing to stroke that perfect spot inside me, making me squirm under his touch, my pussy way too sensitive and my mind foggy with pleasure.

”I want one more,” he mumbles against my nipple, but I can’t form any words in my head for an answer. His lips kiss a hot path over my skin as he makes his way down my body, finding that sensitive spot right under my ribs and humming with satisfaction when it makes me twitch, my skin tingling where his hot lips touch me.

”Luca,” I whine hoarsely, when his lips close around my nub, my hand clutching the sheet so hard I’m afraid of tearing it. ”Too much. I can”t...”

”Yes, you can,” he demands, his hand cupping my breast, roughly kneading it, my nipple rubbing against his palm. ”Give it to me.”

”Luca-ahhh.” The tingle in my molten core hasn’t even subsided after my last climax, yet within moments, it intensifies again, and I shout as I cum on his fingers, my back arching off the mattress and fingers digging into whatever they can as they coil. ”Fuck. Mercy.”

”Alright, alright,” he chuckles and crawls up the bed until he covers my whole body with his, like a hot blanket, his grinning face only a breath away from mine.

I purse my lips for a kiss, and he doesn’t lose a moment, brushing his lips against mine in a kiss that makes me grin against his mouth. A happy sigh escapes me, my hands running over his back, from just above his ass to the nape of his neck, varying between light touches and pressing my fingertips into his skin.

I swallow the groan he lets out when one of my hands wanders to his front, palming his velvety cock that’s lying heavy on my thigh.

Maybe it isn”t so bad that we have no condom. I can”t help but think as I feel his girth in my palm. I wasn”t kidding, he”s pretty big, easily the biggest of my part partners. Will I even be able to take him, much less walk right the next day?

My fingertips only barely touch as I close my hand around his cock and stroke it, and he buries his face against the crook of my neck, his breath blowing hot against my hair as his low growls and strained breaths feather over my skin.

Gradually, I quicken my pace, and he presses his lips against my skin before he lifts himself on his forearms and starts to thrust into my hand.

”I want to taste you,” I mumble against his chin before brushing my lips against it, but he shakes his head blows a heavy breath.

”Too late. Almost there already,” he presses out, biting his lip and burying his head in between my shoulder and neck. I swallow down my disappointment and instead lick a trail up his throat.

I like having this effect on him. The way he had to adjust himself when I teased him in the studio, and the way he hardened as soon as we kissed in that alley are the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I love a responsive man because it makes me feel sexy. Desirable. He makes me feel sexy and desirable. The way his hot gaze follows each of my movements, burning into my skin and sending shivers down my spine. The way his face stretches into a grin when he finds spots that make me moan, and each of his touches is just laced with adoration and gentleness. The way he makes my damned heart flutter with every single word that comes out of his mouth.

I stroke him faster, and he bucks into my fist, his muscles tensing. Before I know it, he curses under his breath and buries his face in the crook of my neck, groaning as he pulses in my hand and cums all over my stomach.

He reaches between us and covers my hand with his, stroking himself with my hand until he stops shaking, panting against my skin.

Exhausted, he releases my hand, and I let him go. With a happy sigh, he lowers his body onto me, effectively trapping me between his body and the mattress, a warm prison I don”t think I ever want to escape from.

”Fuck,” he curses against my skin, snaking his arms around my back as he repositions himself to lay his chin between my breasts, the scruff on his chin tickly on my skin. ”I promise, when I fuck you, I”ll take my time.”

”Even if not, we”ve already established our creativity,” I assure him, and his chuckle reverberates through my whole body. I run my hand through his hair, loving the feeling of his soft strands between my fingers as I caress his scalp, with my other hand stroking the hair in his neck.

His breath evens out, and I feel the tension seep out of him. With a satisfied sigh against my collarbone, he lifts himself off me and lays down on the mattress. His eyes speak a silent invitation, and I cuddle into his side, a happy sigh falling from my lips when he drops a kiss atop my hair that makes my heart flutter.

I’m sticky, sweaty, and exhausted, but I’ve never been happier. I could definitely use a shower, but I wouldn’t trade this moment for the world. And there’s no way I’m getting up right now.

”Just to make it clear, I really like you,” I blurt out against his neck and press a small kiss against his skin. I don’t dare look up, my eyes fixated on his chest, rising and falling with each breath as I wait for his answer.

”That”s great because I really like you too. Just in case you haven’t noticed yet,” he whispers against my hair, and I can feel him smiling. A relieved sigh leaves my lips, and my heart does a happy flip in my chest. Thank God. Logically, I was very sure that he has motives that exceed sex, but my heart? My heart is a insecure bitch sometimes.

”Great,” I say with a smile, feeling a bit dumb at the response. “But, before this continues,” I continue and scoot further up until we lie facing each other, only centimeters apart. Close enough to kiss, close enough that I would be able to count his freckles if it weren’t so dark in the room. I hate to kill the mood, but I have to. ”There are a few things we need to talk about.”

”Yeah? Like what?” He cups my face, burying his fingers in my hair as his thumb strokes my face, worry clouding his face in the form of a troubled wrinkle between his eyebrows.

”Are we going public with our relationship?”

He lets go of my face, instead reaching for one of my curls, twisting it in his fingers as he looks somewhere behind me, rolling my question over in his head.

”I mean, I”m not planning on keeping you a secret,” he answers, sounding a bit confused at the question. The corners of his mouth lift into a grin, and his frown smooths out. ”I”m not about to hold a press conference, not right now at least, but I don”t really give a fuck if any paparazzi catch us, either.”

”You”re saying that now,” I sigh and lower my gaze to his Adam”s apple, anxiety settling in my stomach and making my heart beat faster. ”The media hates me. They”ll release articles about why we shouldn”t be together: why you”re too good for me, how promiscuous I am for having ex-boyfriends, and I don’t know what else they might think of. The list goes on.” The more I talk, the faster the words fall from my lips as I work myself into a frenzy.

Will Luca leave me, too? He might think he can handle it and might even be convinced he won’t care about what others say, but what if he’s wrong? He wouldn’t be the first one.

I let out another deep sigh, swallowing the emotion blocking my throat. ”I just... I don”t know. I’m not saying I don’t trust you, but it’s a lot. I want to enjoy this a bit more in private, without prying eyes on our every outing.”

”We can do that,” Luca assures me, his voice washing over me like a calming wave. ”But whatever some random news outlet writes about you doesn”t concern me, like, at all. I probably won”t even see it. And even if I did, I don”t care. I know you have a past. Shocker, I have one, too. And the only one who can decide if you’re good enough for me, is me.”

”Trust me, it”s easier to say than live through it,” I tell him and shake my head. ”You might think you”re used to the paparazzi, but for Kayla and I... The whole dynamic is very different from what you”re used to. I”ve had reporters befriend my boyfriend”s sisters in order to get a story on me, and paparazzi have tried to pay off my hairdresser to dig up dirt about me. Wherever we go, we walk on eggshells, always wondering if what we’re saying will become a magazine headline.”

”And I don”t give a fuck,” he reiterates, and I don”t know if he”s confident or just really damn stubborn, but he lays his finger under my chin to raise my face to him until I meet his resolute gaze.

”It”s not just you, though,” I continue with a sigh, averting my eyes. ”Your family is going to be affected as well. Paparazzi will wait in front of your parents” home day and night, shouting at them whenever they return or leave, asking about me. They don”t care if we”ve never met. The cops won’t do shit because they’ll stay on a public sidewalk. They”ll stalk your sister in the hopes that she”s meeting me.” His eyebrows furrow, and a muscle in his jaw starts to tick as he pulls his lip between his teeth. ”I”m not saying this to be dramatic, Luca. I”m telling you that”s what will happen. Inevitably.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes dancing over my strained face. ”I”m sure Van can come up with a solution.”

”Then maybe you should talk to Van before you tell me your final decision on this, alright?” I draw a circle over his heart with my fingertip, feeling its thump beneath his skin.

”Don”t get me wrong, I”d love to walk through Philly with you hand in hand, people be damned, but it”s just not my life,” I say quietly, biting my lip as I feel a sting forming behind my eyes as tears gather in them. “I’ve had my heart broken so often by guys so convinced they could handle it. I just don’t think I can go through that again.” My voice breaks, and Luca pulls me flush against him.

”Just…take a bit to think about it, alright?” I ask him, swallowing down the emotion in my throat. “Talk to your family, Van, whoever. Just make sure they know what to expect and have your back. I”ve suffered through enough heartbreak because of the damned media, and if you don”t think you can do it, I”m sorry, but I’m going to need you to walk away.”

”Not going to happen, I can tell you that much,” he assures me, laying his big, warm hand on my cheek and wiping away a tear. ”I”m not going anywhere.”

I sigh, heavily blinking away more tears. I appreciate the sentiment, but I”m just not in a place where I can trust him with that blindly. He wouldn”t be the first to promise me the world and crumble over the pressure the public opinion places on our relationship. And I can’t even blame them. I get it. But I can’t go through that again.

”Now, how about we take a shower and have a nice cuddle?” he asks, pressing his lips against my forehead. I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment. This conversation wasn”t really productive, but I decide that it is time to let it rest.

Let him sleep over it and have him talk to his manager and Asher. Now that he”s dating Kayla, I guess he can report on the media circus from first-hand experience. And if Luca changes his mind then, if I only get a single night with him, I”ll make damn sure to enjoy it.

”That sounds lovely,” I press out, but I know I can’t get the forced grin on my face to reach my eyes. And his frown tells me he sees right through me, but I just can”t muster up more enthusiasm.

Another sigh leaves my lips, and I nod, shuffling to get up. But Luca buries his hand in my hair and pulls me back down, holding my face in both hands and forcing me to look at him.

”It”s going to be fine, Millie.” His eyes tell me that he’s convinced of that.

I want to believe him. I really do.

Closing my eyes, I nod in his hands ever so slightly, which seems to be enough for him. In one swift move, he stands up, and I can’t help but let my eyes follow him as he rounds the bed. The way his muscles move under his skin is downright hypnotizing. Confused, I watch him round the bed and come to a stop right next to me. With a grin on his face, he scoots his arms under my knees and ribs and suddenly lifts me, bridal style.

Squealing, I kick my legs in the air as he carries me through my flat, and walks right by my bathroom.

”What?” He asks with a smile on his face when I start to giggle. Wordlessly, I just point at the door, and he turns right back around, almost making me kick the vase holding his bouquet off a dresser.

”I have some ice cream in my freezer. What do you say about dessert?” I ask Luca when he trudges into the living room. I”m already cozied up under a thick blanket, waiting for him to join me so we can pretend to watch TV while cuddling up on the couch.

I feared that heavy topic would hang over us for the rest of the evening, like a black cloud pulling the mood down, but as soon as we stepped into the shower, it just evaporated.

”I’ll go get it.” He smiles and makes a beeline for the kitchen. I can”t help but follow him with my eyes. Like a magnet, he pulls my eyes on himself magically. He didn”t bother putting on any clothes after the shower, and now I finally have the light and am in the right frame of mind to admire him a bit. I was… distracted, before.

He looks like a dream. Tilting my head, I drink him in. His round butt and muscular shoulders. The way his muscles move when he walks.

Thank God for the open-concept apartment that allows me to watch him in the kitchen, even from the couch.

Look away, Millie, you”re almost salivating, I scold myself. I turn to the TV and listen to him rummaging through my freezer and cupboards until finally, he steps into my sight with a pint of cookie dough ice cream, and a spoon, his cock right at my eye level. And now it’s not only the ice cream I find eye-watering.

Damn, even flaccid, he”s an impressive size.

I lift a corner of my fuzzy blanket for him, and he sets both items in his hand on my coffee table where we can reach them easily. He climbs under the blanket, arranging us until he’s satisfied, with him sitting behind me, his arm tight around my middle, and me sitting between his legs.

It”s like I”m covered by two blankets, a fluffy one from the front and a giant, heated one from the back. I giggle when he pushes me forward as he reaches toward the table to get the ice cream and spoon, then back up as he grabs them.

”Which movie are we pretending to watch?” he asks curiously. He pries the packaging open, flinging the lid in the general direction of the table, cursing under his breath when it catches on the edge of the table and falls to the ground.

”Something undemanding, please,” I say, hiding a yawn behind my hand. It”s not that late yet, but I”m exhausted. All the fun we had at the studio, the mind-blowing orgasms, and the emotional rollercoaster. ”My brain isn”t quite braining anymore.”

”Alright,” he says and drops a kiss on the top of my head.

I feel him chuckle behind me and reach for the remote, handing it to him over my shoulder.

”I trust you to make the right call.” I snuggle further into him, when the sound of a familiar series intro coming from the TV makes me blink, confused. ”Seriously? I watched this when I was a child!”

”Me too.” He scoops up some ice cream, watching his hands over my shoulder, and holds the spoon in front of my mouth. ”You wanted something undemanding; here it is. Now say aa-h.” I open my mouth and grab his hand to eat the ice cream off the spoon because I’m scared he can’t see properly and would ram the utensil into my throat. Nothing against deep-throating, but I’d rather have his cock in there than a metal spoon.

”Boring,” he says through a gentle laugh and scoops up more for himself.

He continues like that, feeding me ice cream and then eating a spoon himself. When nothing more is left, he places the empty container on the far side of the couch and snakes his arms around my middle, burying his face in the crook of my shoulder, his breath fanning over my skin, sending chills all over it. His hand starts drawing small circles over my stomach, and I sigh contentedly.

I rest my hand on his thigh, the other one covering one of his, and he turns his hand until our fingers can intertwine, his thumb caressing my skin.

I love this. Sitting in my living room, indulging in nostalgia after some good orgasms, while the world outside continues without us.

Hope blooms in my heart like a cactus when it rains in the desert.

I fear I could get used to this–And that scares the fuck out of me.