19. Luciano
Chapter 19
Luciano
Fuck me.
I didn't give a fuck about the damn fight, not when she says things like that. The only thing on my mind was getting my hands and lips on Juliet's lovely body to mark it all up with love bites and bruises in the shape of my hands.
"Luc—ah!" Her cry cut out with her choking gasp the moment my hand ended up around her neck and squeezed.
"I am one shred away from lifting your dress and shoving myself into you and fucking you for everyone in this place to see who you belong to," I growled deeply against her ear with a hard thrust of my hips for her to feel the raging hard-on her words gave me.
Taking in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent of citrus and berries, I calmed myself a little. "The only thing stopping me from doing that or pulling you back into the locker rooms to hike this dress of yours up to fuck and fill your cunt with my cum is the fact that you aren't ready." Even in my lustful haze, her well-being remained a priority.
The last thing I wanted to do was add to her trauma or, God forbid, become her next trigger.
Whimpering, she softly pressed herself back against me hesitantly. "What if I am?" Her voice was a little hoarse from how tightly I held her neck.
Easing my grip, I softly shook my head at her. "You are not, even if it feels like you are right now." Damn me for having a conscience when it came to Juliet; I blue-balled myself for fuck's sake. "I won't touch you until we have a long talk about boundaries and limits and set a safe-word."
Pouting, Juliet reached down and slipped a hand between our pressed bodies to palm my hard bulge. "Can I at least have a taste, please? I just need to touch you and feel you somehow, please." Damn vixen wrapped me around her fingers with such sweet words.
And fuck me for giving in.
In one swift movement, I stood up, grabbed Juliet's hand tightly, and dragged us to the private locker area. "Out. Now." I demanded the few fighters in the area with a fiery glare, making them scurry out without a peep of protest.
Pulling her over to a bench, I pulled her down into my lap again after setting my own ass down. Only this time, I made her straddle my lap and face me. With one hand splayed against her lower back, I reach my other hand up and hold her face to bring it to mine. My forehead settled against hers with a deep breath, keeping our lips a thread apart. "You are in control, Juliet. I won't touch you or do anything unless you ask, say, or guide me otherwise." She had the reins now, even if it went against every dominant bone in my body, and this was how things had to go for now.
Granted, I wasn't bothered by it much because any true dominant knew that the one truly in control is the submissive. As contradictory as it sounded, that was how the dynamic worked. The submissive set the foundation for the dominant to build upon; without rules and boundaries from the sub, there was nothing.
"Kiss me." She demanded with a breathy smile, her soft hands cupping my face eagerly.
The hand on her face immediately slipped into the back of her hair and gripped it to smash her lips against mine in a hungry kiss filled with red-hot lust. Shivers ran down my spine at the feeling of her soft tongue tracing the seams of my lips for entrance. Groaning with a smile, I parted my lips to let her in for a few seconds before forcing her tongue into her mouth with my own.
My own chest rumbled with a deep groaning growl when her hands slipped around my neck and gripped it before she moved her hands across my shoulders, pushing my jacket off. Goosebumps erupted over my body at the feeling of her nails through the thin material of my dress shirt as she raked them down my body. Her tiny fists bunched the end of my shirt up, pulling it out of my pants before her nimble fingers made quick work of my buttons.
"Juliet." I groaned softly against her lips before taking them again in a heated kiss.
Breaking the kiss, Juliet rested her head against mine to catch her breath as her hands traveled along the grooves of my muscles. Nervously, she licked her lips as she looked at me with unsure eyes. "I…" She started with a shaky breath. "I want to taste you, but I'm scared."
Smiling softly, I let go of her hair to take her hand, bringing it up to kiss the back of it before sliding it down my body with a deep exhale and making her palm me through my pants. "Do not force yourself. It will only do more harm than good. If touching me like this is all you can manage, then that is great progress on your part, and I won't be complaining one bit."
Frowning, Juliet's eyes softened with sadness as she moved her hand to the waistband of my pants, hooking her fingers around it. "But I want to make you feel good. It doesn't feel fair."
"Oh, Juliet, principessa , no." I spoke in a hushed tone as I pulled her hand out to hold. "Sex isn't some exchange, and don't you ever let anyone make you feel that way. You give and take what you are comfortable with, end of discussion. Don't let anyone guilt trip you, nor do you guilt trip yourself into going way out of your comfort zone like that. If they are a decent person, then they will understand and accept your decision."
Looking deeply into her eyes with my tender gaze, I stroked the back of her hand. "I can handle my own boner if you can't go any further, and I won't hold anything against you if you choose not to do anything beyond what we have done. And honestly, I don't care if you 'created a problem' for me, and shit, that doesn't mean you have an obligation to 'take care' of it. That should go beyond me, as well." Pausing to chuckle, I shook my head playfully, "I mean, lord, have mercy on your partner because they'll have to face my wrath, especially if they mistreat you." The playfulness in my voice dulled out to a stern edge. "Point is, don't let anyone make you think you have to take care of their own dicks or cunts." Pressing my lips against her forehead, I let my kiss linger momentarily as I collected my thoughts. "Yeah, it sucks, but that shouldn't be put above your own comfort and consent."
Leaning back to a smile, I curled a finger under her chin to tilt her head up. "Am I understood?"
I wasn't about to go cry to the world about not getting my dick sucked or wet in a pussy. Honestly, the men who complained about that shit were boys, not men, in my books.
With a hesitant smile, Juliet nodded her head in response.
"Words, principessa ." I demanded in a soft but firm voice, making her eyes widen slightly as her cheeks flushed up.
"Yes, sir, understood." Her response had shivers of pleasure tingling down my spine.
God, she would make the perfect sub.
Her eyes deviated from mine to roam my body along with her fingers. Then, once she got down to my waist, her eyes widened momentarily before narrowing with cheeky curiosity as she looked up at me with a smile that she tried to hold back. "Do you seriously have a tattoo pointing to your crotch?" I could hear the strain in her voice as she tried to hold back her chuckle or laugh.
Rolling my eyes, I pushed my open shirt aside to expose my abdomen to her fully. "It wasn't on purpose. The tail just kind of ended up where it did." I mused with a chuckle as I leaned back so the lights of the room could hit my exposed body.
Okay, maybe having the pointed tail of my tattoo wrapped around my waist to my front side and pointing downward to my nether regions was done a little on purpose. But hey, I was only a stupid sixteen-year-old teenager who honestly thought it was funny at the time. If someone wanted to chase my tail, then they could follow it and get fucked.
Juliet didn't need to know that, though; no one did. This would be a secret I would take to the grave with me.
Sitting up straight, she traced the tattoo's outline with the tip of her finger before following the dip of my V-line. "Can I see the full tattoo?" She asked with a voice and face full of curiosity.
As tempting as it was to shed my shirt fully, I reluctantly shook my head at her. "Later, I have to go get ready soon, and I'm afraid that if I get more undressed for you, I will get too distracted and cut into my warmup." I apologized with a smile before leaning in and kissing her forehead.
"What do you have to warm up for?" She questioned with a tilt of her head as she settled her hands on the waistband of my pants again.
"My match," I answered kind of bluntly.
Juliet's eyes widened slightly in shock, and she looked at me in a way that silently asked if I was serious or not. When I didn't say anything in return and only offered a smirk and shrug of my shoulders, she huffed and frowned at me worriedly. "You're going to fight? Why? What if you get hurt or killed?"
I didn't mean to laugh at her, but she was just too cute, fretting over me and all. "Juliet, I've been fighting since I was in high school, and I am still standing strong." Reassuring her with a smile, I draped my arms around her waist and pulled her back in for a quick kiss. "And I'm not being a cocky bastard saying I'm unbeatable. It's a damn fact."
I haven't lost a business match yet, nor do I ever plan to.
Not like the people I fought and punished weren't fighters by any means, so I wasn't worried about getting beat. Even if they were fighters, I had over three decades of training and conditioning that I still kept going on a daily.
Juliet's throat bobbed with her swallow as her eyes grew nervous. My mouth opened to ask her about her mind, but I quickly shut it when her hands started to undo my belt and pants. "Juliet, you don't—"
"Shh." Her boldness took me aback when she pressed a finger against my lips. "Let me, please." She begged softly as she played with the waistband of my boxers. "I want to give you a little luck."
Fuck.
Shuddering, I relaxed my hips into her as I leaned back a little on the bench to give her some room to work.
A sharp, flabbergasted gasp followed the sharp slap of my cock against my stomach the moment Juliet peeled my boxers back, and my rock-hard cock sprung out. I had to hold my tongue to keep myself from laughing at how shocked and amazed Juliet's wide eyes stared at my twitching monstrosity.
"Luc… That thing's a weapon!" She squeaked out with a red face, squirming a bit in my lap as she kept reaching a hand out but pulling it back at the last second toward my member. "You've fucked people with this? And they lived?" She looked up at me in disbelief, cracking my self-control.
Letting out a hearty chuckle, I moved a hand down and stroked my girthy length lazily. "There are so many things I could say that are so dirty and crude." Yeah, she didn't need to know how arrogantly filthy I could be… yet.
Biting her bottom lip, Juliet took in some nervous breaths before knocking my hand away with her own trembling one to take me into her small hand. I couldn't help but groan at the feeling of her soft, warm hands gripping my throbbing length. Then, the sight of her fingers barely touching once she fully wrapped her hand around me made my chest swell with some pride. Granted, she did have small hands, but hey, can't blame a guy for feeling a little arrogant.
Slowly and awkwardly, she started to stroke me unevenly. After a few strokes, she stopped and looked up at me in defeat with a pout. "I need help." She mumbled, all embarrassed.
Chuckling softly, I placed my hand around hers and tightened her hold to where it felt right to me as I guided her to stroke my full length from tip to base. "Get used to touching and having me in your hand before you try to handle me," I told her softly with a breathy groan.
Our lustful eyes locked onto each other, intensifying the heat of passion around us as I picked up the pace and forced her to tighten her grip on me. "J-just up and down? Like this?" Her words came out breathy and shaky as she tried to take over, only to falter the rhythm I had set us into.
Straining out a chuckle, I tightened our hold and got her back into a good pace. "It's so much more than that, principessa ." In theory, yes, it was a simple motion, but there was a right and wrong way to go about it. "Long strokes, baby," I tell her hotly while guiding her until she gets the idea. "All the way, that's it, good girl." I groaned with an unconsciously happy smile on my face.
Slowly, I release her hand and hover mine around hers. "You are doing great, baby." I praised her with a groan. "Keep your hand wrapped nice and tight." Involuntarily, I sucked in a sharp breath when the pleasure of her grip tightening hit me. "Oh fuck, just like that."
Leaning back on one hand, I made some room to watch her work my cock while occasionally looking back up into her determined eyes.
Something about this felt so hot. I mean, never in my life did I ever think I would get such a rush from a handjob, from someone I had to teach, nonetheless. Watching her like this, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of her lips wrapped around me while she was on her knees.
Fuck, I would be willing to bet that her mouth feels like heaven, and her throat—fuck. I might not last long if I forced myself down her tight throat and made her gag and choke on me.
Thinking about all of that got my blood pumping right down into my cock, making it throb in her hand as she jacked me off. "Fuck, that's it. You are doing amazing." I could feel the edge come closer and closer with every jerk of her hand. "Get it wet, baby. Lean over and spit on my cock to get it wet. Then get rougher."
Unsure, she looked at me with her softened brown eyes. "I don't want to hurt you."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her unnecessary worry. "I like it rough, baby. I can handle it." I assured her with a confident smile before thrusting my hips at her. "Now, show me how good of a girl you are with what I just taught and told you."
Her eyes darkened with determination and desire at my words, and she was quick to lean over and let her saliva slip from between her lovely lips and onto my engorged tip that glistened with precum.
Juliet gave me one last look—earning a nod from me—before working me harder and faster with the new slickness from her spit. " Merda! " I gasped at the sudden feeling of her hand squeezing my tip harder with the added motion of her twisting as she came upwards.
Fuck. I wanted this moment to last just in case it would be the only time I ever got anything from her after tonight. But fuck me, with how rough she kept jerking the swollen head of my cock, and the feeling of her hand gliding smoothly along everything, I couldn't last.
"Fuck, I'm coming." I strained through gritted teeth before letting out a guttural groan as my release took hold of me.
" Cazzo, sei così meraviglioso, principessa ."