Chapter Seven #8
“My NBs hurt!” I blurt out, trying to forget what my mind just contemplated.
“What’s an NB?”
“Nipple buds, they hurt because you chewed and sucked and bit them all day. Like a snack, like a piece of gum. At least give me something to nibble back when you do that.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You were begging me to play with them.” He flicks one, and it tingles.
“I didn’t.” Did I? “My brain was fried because of this.” I wave at his naked, hot body. His lack of clothes gets me totally…discombobulated.
He slaps my right nipple hard, making me jump just before pulling on the hoop on the other. A moan leaves my mouth, and he just stares at me.
“Lie again, and I’ll give you a new piercing.” It should sound like a threat, but I actually want to get one on my dick—from a certified piercer.
He twists his body toward the nightstand, forcing me to grab on to his shoulders to keep my balance, just to turn back facing me with a Bounty bar and a bottle of water.
I open my mouth, speechless. Is my hole magic? Did it turn the wacko into a quasi-decent human being? I drink after thanking him, then he exchanges the water for the snack. He drinks, and I take a bite, sighing contentedly.
An unwelcome feeling keeps trying to nudge its way through, but I ignore it. I’m having fun while doing the best with what I have.
“Go to the bathroom,” he says when I’m done.
I go first, and when he comes back, I’m lying in bed. He grabs the cuffs hanging on the headboard.
“Really? Come on! I can barely move,” I grumble.
He sighs. Then walks to his side of the bed, taking the cuffs with him. He lies down and then handcuffs my wrists to his.
My lips part in horror. “That’s exactly the same thing!”
“I haven’t got eyes on the back of my head, and I need to sleep,” he simply states. Decent human being, my perfect ass!
I grit my teeth and cross my arms, or try to, but the chain is not long enough. I could get a good night’s sleep if I strangle him with it. Dream on, Arturo Enzino.
“I want to fall asleep on your ass, can I, tater tot?” I try to annoy him.
“Is that a no-glare or yes-glare, gum drop?” I keep going, turning on my side and propping my head on my hand to look at him. “Come on, it looks squishy and firm, I want to give it a bite, to see if I’m right about the consistency I conjured in my head.”
“Shut up unless you want my dick in your swollen hole again.”
I giggle, happy I irritated him even a teeny, tiny bit.
Exhaustion is claiming me, but no matter what position I take, our bodies touch somehow.
The bed is far from narrow, but Luca is huge and clearly not used to sleeping with someone.
Neither am I, and I don’t like to stay on the edge of the mattress; I feel like I’m falling.
The damn cuff doesn’t help the sleeping situation either.
At one point, my hand grazes his side, and he jerks away, pulling on my cuffed arm and yanking me almost on top of him.
What the fuck? “A big, ruthless mobster like you ticklish?” That makes me laugh, a real, genuine one. When I finally manage to stop, I look up and find him staring at me with a frown. It feels weird not to see cold anger and disgust in his eyes.
“Fucking sleep,” he growls.
Before I find myself cuffed to the toilet, I close my eyes and start counting the sheep.
I wake up a while later. It’s boiling hot, and I’m sweating.
As my mind starts clearing, I quickly discover the reason.
A two-hundred-and-forty-pound giant of a man planted himself on my chest. Does he think I’m a body pillow or something?
I can see the top of his head on my pecs, both of his arms are curled around me, one leg hooked between mine, and his length is draped over my ankle.
I’ll never forget the shape, girth, and weight of it.
Note to self: I might legit be into Luca’s dick.
The places we are touching feel blazing.
I move my hand to fan my face and become aware of the fact that there’s no cuff around my wrist. I can go check on my phone.
It’s been a day since I did it last, and I should move it from my bag just in case Luca decides to invade my privacy again.
But where to put it? My panties are under his dick’s reign now—my entire body is.
I try to slide my body while unhooking his arms from around me, but it only makes him tighten them more. I freeze, afraid I woke him, but his low snoring makes me breathe again. How does he do it while dozing off? And what’s with the intimate position? Is he a cuddle perv?
Maybe he’s faking it. I brush one finger over his hair and then wait. When nothing happens, I use three fingers and run them through the locks. So soft. Still nothing. I start massaging his scalp, and the only reaction I get is a contented soft moan.
I sigh, yielding to the cuddle perv. After a while, the overheated temperature of his body actually lulls me into sleep again. Just before I go under, I realize that I’ve been absent-mindedly raking my fingers through his hair this whole time.