42. Luca #2
All I knew was I’d been fighting an attraction to her since the moment she’d walked into my house, and that it was only sweeter because she was about to marry my father.
We both knew what this was. It was a joint show, a fuck you to the man who was making both our lives miserable.
I would have fucked her, even if I hadn’t been remotely attracted to her. The fact I’d dreamed about what she’d feel like, taste like, how she’d clench around my cock only made this better.
I wanted her virginity, if she was, in fact, a virgin. Wanted her to ride my cock and shout my name so that when she walked down the aisle to my father and said I do, I would always know that I’d had her first.
I undid her bra and let her tits fall free into my hands. I pinched and tweaked her nipples, playing with them, loving the way she rocked over me, moaning, drawing my head down to suck her tits and kiss her skin.
It was Nyah who pulled my shirt over my head, her fingers tracing over my pecs and abs, eventually coming to rest over the smattering of hair across my chest that helped hide the faded Guerra scar my father had burned into me a long time ago.
I touched my fingers to hers, connecting the two of us in a way I hadn’t expected.
She let me, our breaths mingling together, and then she stood, dragging her shorts off her legs, so all she wore were the tiny panties that matched the lacy red bra now discarded somewhere on the floor.
Fuck, she was gorgeous. Slim but curvy, a rounded line to her belly that was missing from the women I’d been forced to fuck in the past. They’d all been practically concave, so skinny their bones stuck out.
I liked that Nyah’s didn’t. Liked that she had softer lines that contrasted with the sharper ones I had.
I undid the button on my jeans. Lowered the zipper. Dragged them halfway down my legs, enjoying the fact it wasn’t just Nyah’s gaze on me but Lynx’s too.
He sat back, legs spread wide, sipping his drink, his eyes at half-mast and flickering between my cock and her standing there in nothing but her panties.
I palmed my dick, stroking it once, my eyes on him. “You want me to take her with her panties on or off, Lynx?”
She glanced at him, and a pink blush crept up her cheeks, like maybe she hadn’t quite remembered he was there until I’d pointed him out.
Lynx was a good bodyguard like that. He blended into the background easily.
But I saw him. I always fucking saw him.
“Off,” he said gruffly, like he so desperately needed to say the word but that it also hurt him to do so.
“You heard him, princess,” I murmured, stroking my cock while I stared at her. “Take them off.”
It felt like a step too far. A taunt. A tease, to see if she would actually go through with this.
Or maybe it was me half hoping she wouldn’t. We were walking a line that could get us both killed. All it would take would be for Katrina on the other side of the curtain to decide to run her mouth to my father. I knew full well she could hear what was going on in here.
Part of me liked it. Part of me wanted my father to know I’d fucked his virgin princess.
But a bigger part wanted it because it was Nyah.
She slipped her panties off with trembling fingers and stood in front of me. My head swam, the alcohol preventing completely coherent thought. But I was sober enough to know I wanted this. Wanted her.
Wanted him watching.
“Come here, princess.”
She straddled me again, wrapping her arms around my neck, her pussy hovering over my dick.
With one hand on her hip, the other supporting her ass, I guided her down, just low enough to slick the tip of my cock along her opening.
To my surprise, she was already so wet my cockhead came away gleaming with her arousal.
I inhaled the scent of her skin, dragging my nose up the side of her neck until my lips were at her ear. “You want me.”
She rocked her hips just a little, taking the very tip of my cock so it was pressed to her opening.
I groaned, the desire to fill her hard and fast slamming through me, need devouring me.
She twisted her head just enough to whisper in my ear, “You want me too.”
I thrust upward, forcing the tip of my cock inside her.
She shouted at the intrusion, but there was no pain or surprise on her face.
Just need.
It was Nyah who slid down my length, slowly and steadily, her pussy eating up every inch of my cock until I was bottomed out inside her.
We breathed hard, her adjusting to my size, me trying like hell not to be a one-pump wonder.
Because fuck, she felt good. I was no stranger to fucking women, but I’d always done it with a condom, that barrier between us the only thing I’d been able to do to keep my distance.
I realized with shock that I hadn’t done that with Nyah. I hadn’t even considered it.
I hadn’t wanted a single thing between us, not even a thin layer of latex.
“I’ll pull out,” I murmured, like that would somehow make up for the fact I’d been irresponsible with her.
She just kissed me, and slowly we fell back against the couch, the two of us picking up a slow rhythm that felt so good and entirely too right.
Every now and then, my gaze strayed to Lynx, his eyes never shifting from me and Nyah. But I had to keep coming back to her. Over and over, she drew me in with her touch, with her smell, with the way her body moved against mine.
She was so fucking tight and wet and warm. Her skin was soft, and there was none of the hard, fast, impersonal fucking I was so used to with guys.
She was soft sweetness, and it was so intoxicating that I lost myself in the feel of her, in the ache inside me that grew with every rise and fall of her hips, every kiss from her mouth, every touch of her fingers on my skin.
Her moans were life, and I wished I’d hit record on my phone, so I could play them over and over again, while I jacked off, thinking about her.
Because I already knew I would, and that anything my imagination conjured up was never going to be as good as how she felt on top of me right now.
I moved with her, wrapping my arms around her so her tits were in my face. She picked up speed as she gained confidence, rising and falling over me, taking each plunge down onto my cock like a pro, letting it fill her before lifting herself off to do it again.
“Play with her clit,” Lynx said in a voice deeper than I’d ever heard before. “Make her come.”
I did it without looking at him. Dropped my fingers into the gap between mine and Nyah’s bodies and circled the little bundle of nerves, making her moan, driving her wild, over and over until her nails dug into my back and each drop onto my cock was accompanied with an, “Oh!”
Her pussy fluttered. I could feel every internal muscle tightening and releasing in preparation for her orgasm, and I lost my grip on mine. I needed to come. I’d needed it since the first feel of her, hell, I’d needed it for all the weeks she’d been sleeping in the bedroom next to mine.
“Nyah,” I groaned, rubbing her clit faster and harder, each upward thrust of my body working with hers in a rhythm that was blowing my mind. “Fuck. Want to feel you come on me, princess.”
She moaned, writhing over the top of me, entirely too sexy for a woman who wasn’t mine. Her movements got faster, jerkier. She took what she needed, chasing down that center of pleasure, until her moans were so loud they filled the entire plane, despite its rumble.
“Luca!” she screamed as she came.
And fuck me, my name on her lips did me in. I tried to pull out. Tried grabbing her hips to lift her off me, but she determinedly sank down on me, over and over, riding me hard and fast, needing every plunge and my cock inside her to draw out her orgasm.
I had no fucking chance. Not with her pussy clamping down on me so fucking sweetly it was torture.
I came hard, my cock deep inside the pussy I knew in my gut was mine.
Not my fucking father’s.
I emptied everything I had into her, fucking her fast and deep, this show no longer hers but all about me. I pushed her down onto her back, slamming myself into her, loving the way her eyes rolled back with pleasure, her long dark hair spread out around her.
I thrust into her until I had absolutely nothing left, and even then, I stayed there, her sweet thighs trembling around me, her skin warm and flushed beneath me.
I glanced over at Lynx, who looked entirely too in control for a man who’d just gotten a surprise free sex show.
But his gaze was on Nyah beneath me, and when she turned her head toward him, something changed in their expressions.
A silent communication I couldn’t read but that had me swirling with a jealousy that wasn’t mine to keep.
She wasn’t my woman. She could have silent conversations with whoever she wanted.
I pulled out of her and tried not to notice my cum trickling out of the pink slit between her legs.
I walked away to the bathroom, knowing it was a dog act to leave her there, a complete mess because of me, but I needed a minute to get myself under control.
And to remember that she was my father’s woman. And that sex had been nothing but us getting back at a man we both hated.
It didn’t mean she was mine.
No matter how much it might have felt like she was.