Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Valentina
T he suite was like something out of a movie set.
A long entryway opened into a luxurious living room. Sofas and chairs surrounded a coffee table, while a grand piano rested in the corner. There was a crystal chandelier, for god’s sake, while floor-to-ceiling windows provided a spectacular view of Central Park.
The furniture looked like antiques—expensive antiques. So expensive that I was afraid to put my old knock-off purse down anywhere. I held the cheap leather in my arms and walked around, not quite knowing what to do with myself. Did he expect me to go straight to the bedroom? Start stripping off my clothes?
More nervous than I wanted to admit, I wandered to the windows. The park stretched out below, the best view in the entire city, one I’d never seen except online. In person it was far more impressive.
The room was silent. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Were we waiting on something? “Are they bringing our bags up?” I asked .
“That happened earlier, when Carlo checked us in.”
“Who’s Carlo?”
“My other guard.”
Right. Luca traveled with guards because he was a mob boss and people might try to kill him. I couldn’t think about that right now. I caught his reflection in the mirror. He was watching me, his hands in his trouser pockets, appearing calm and confident as always. But his gaze was anything but calm. Even in the glass the intensity of his dark stare made me shiver. Who makes the rules?
I licked my lips, moistening them. “What are you thinking about right now?”
“How I’d like to fuck you up against that glass.”
Mouth dropping open, I spun around. Tingles ran all up and down my body, and I really hoped it was from horror. “But you won’t. Right? All those people would see.”
“Put your bag down on the chair and come here.”
I examined the closest chair. It belonged in a museum, not a hotel room. And it had no business holding my raggedy purse. I put my bag on the floor and walked over to Luca, who was watching me carefully. “Why did you put your bag on the floor?”
“Because it’s old and costs probably as much as a bar of soap in this place.”
He shook his head and slid his hands onto my hips. “The chair can handle it, but we’ll deal with that tomorrow. Right now, I have plans for you.”
“Are these naked plans?”
“Yes.” He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck. “Relax. You will like them very much.”
Without waiting for me to comment, Luca dipped his head and sealed his mouth to mine. This was a much different kiss than the car. That had been coaxing, teasing, almost like a game between us. This was fierce and relentless, and I could sense his determination with every swipe of his lips, every flick of his tongue. His heat and strength wrapped around me, bolstering me, chasing away my fears, and I leaned into him, letting him hold my weight.
He broke off, and I was happy to hear his breathing was as labored as mine. “Go find the bed, piccolina.”
Arguing or refusing never even occurred to me. I was going to have sex with this gorgeous and sophisticated older man tonight. I’d deal with everything else tomorrow.
My head swam with so much desire that my limbs shook with it. I nearly tripped as I made my way into the bedroom. Luca was right behind me, silent, with not even his feet making noise on the floor. But I knew he was there because my skin prickled the way it did whenever he was in the same room. Something about this man felt inevitable, a temptation I’d never been able to resist. A reward for so much loss and heartache.
I deserved this in a very temporary, non-mistress kind of way.
In the bedroom was a perfectly made king-sized bed. White sheets, fluffy pillows. Classy, exactly like Luca. I sat on the edge of the mattress as instructed and waited for whatever happened next.
He stopped a few feet away, his mouth curving wickedly as he removed his suit jacket. God, that tie did crazy things to me. Actually, any time he wore a tie. Something about the power and confidence of it made me want to wrap that long silk strip around my fingers and never let go.
His shoulders shifted as he removed his cufflinks and slipped them in his trouser pockets. Did any man my age even own a pair of cufflinks? Certainly none I’d met. Luca’s hands went to his throat and he loosened the tie, then slid it off his neck in a whisper of silk. He tossed it on the bed near my hip. “Just in case,” he said, his eyes glittering. “We might need it later.”
Before I could spend too much time thinking about that, he pulled his shirt tails from his trousers and started smoothly unfastening each button. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time, but I couldn’t look away from his hands—his large, capable sexy fingers that had been teasing my clit about twenty minutes ago. I pressed my thighs together as more and more of his chest was revealed.
Then his stomach came into view and I forgot to breathe. If there was ever a doubt as to whether a man in his late thirties could have abs, I could say that yes, yes they definitely could. It wasn’t an eight pack like a fitness model, but a solid four. Luca was in shape . You could tell he took care of himself and cared about his appearance.
The shirt fluttered to the ground. I rolled my lips and inhaled a deep breath as I looked him over. My god. This was a man , not a boy. He had wide shoulders and toned arms, not to mention a chest with hair on it. His muscles moved beneath the skin, veins popping in all the best places, and I wondered if he’d unlocked some kind of forearm kink in me.
His hands went to his belt.
I sat up straighter.
He unbuckled the ends and pulled the leather from the loops of his trousers in one smooth motion. He tossed the belt on the floor. When his fingers went to his trousers, I couldn’t miss the large bulge behind the fabric. I edged forward. This was the best, most erotic striptease I’d ever seen in my life, and I was dying to see the rest of him.
“The way you are watching me,” he whispered as stepped out of his shoes. “So eager and attentive. It gets me so hard, piccolina.”
“I thought—” My voice caught, so I cleared my throat. “I thought I would be stripping for you.”
“You will, don’t worry. But let me show you everything I have for you first.”
The rasp of the zipper lowering was like teeth scraping across my nipples, which were now pulled taut, aching. I gripped the soft bedspread with both hands, panting slightly. Jesus. He’d barely touched me tonight and I felt drugged. Drunk on his pheromones and manliness.
He pushed the trousers past his hips and stepped out of them, his socks quickly following. When he straightened, he wore designer boxer briefs that hugged every ridge and bulge like the fabric was tailored just for him.
“Wow,” I said, unable to help myself.
“Dai, it gets better,” he said with a cocky smile, then stripped off the boxer briefs.
Holy shit.
He wasn’t kidding. It did get better. A lot better. A lot, a lot better.
Granted, my experience with dicks was limited to the virtual kind, but I’d seen enough to know that Luca was gifted. His dick was long and thick, the type that women whispered about behind their hands when they got together.
I never thought to actually see one of these in person.
Luca gave himself a long, slow stroke, almost as if he was showing off. Which was totally unnecessary, in my opinion. This dick spoke for itself.
“Allora, piccolina. Take that dress off.”
I started to wriggle the garment off, more than eager to get started. But he held out a hand. “I want you on your feet. Show me—but slowly.”
As I stood up Luca walked to the bed and stretched out. He put his arms behind his head, his naked body presented like a feast, with his cock resting proudly on his stomach. He even had nice balls, his pubic hair neatly trimmed?—
“Valentina,” he said sharply. “Focus.”
I dragged my gaze off his groin and unzipped my dress. Then I lifted the hem and began lifting the cloth higher and higher, teasing him, until the dress rested just below my crotch. He was watching me intently, his dark stare liquid fire across my skin, while his chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and a rush of power went through me. This man wanted me, desired me, and the knowledge cranked my lust up several notches. I moved slowly, seductively, dragging the cloth up past my pussy, letting him see the bare folds.
He groaned, his expression twisting into one of pain. “Madre di dio, you are so fucking hot. I’ve been fantasizing about that pussy all day.”
He had? God, the things that came out of his mouth. I expected to feel awkward, but Luca had a way of making me feel sexy and worldly, capable of seducing anyone. I didn’t wait to reveal the rest of my body. I removed my arms from the dress, first one side, then the other. Then I shoved the fabric past my boobs and down my hips, all the way off my legs.
I straightened and started to remove my bra.
“Leave it on. Get over here.” Luca’s voice sounded strangled, like he was barely keeping it together.
I let my arms fall and came over to the bed. Before I could lay down, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on top of him. I sat on his stomach, with my legs on either side of him. He smoothed his palms up and down my thighs. “Fuck, that bra. It is a gift from God, piccolina.”
“Thank you. It was a splurge.” I bought the bra in an actual store rather than from an app. Maggie had been with me and she practically forced me to buy it.
“Take it off.”
I pulled the loops off my shoulders and down my arms first. Then I reached back and opened the fastening. It took some dexterity, because I wasn’t a dainty bra girl, not with these boobs. I flung the bra onto the ground and Luca was already reaching for me. He palmed my tits, molded them, and squeezed my nipples, no fumbling or uncertainty. He touched me like a man who knew exactly what I needed.
“Come here.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. I placed my hands on the pillow to brace my fall, which left my boobs directly over his face. “Perfetto,” he crooned, his hands cupping my breasts. “You have the perfect tits. So fuckable.”
He flicked my nipple with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth and sucked with delicious pressure. Guys had been interested in my boobs since I turned thirteen, and my limited high school hookups had squeezed them too hard. Luca was firm, yet gentle, and every pull of his mouth answered deep in my belly, like there was a direct line between my nipples and my clit. Lust-drunk, I hardly noticed when he switched to the other side, and I started grinding my hips against his stomach, desperate for friction.
“Up.” He patted my ass. “Sit on my face.”
“Wait, what?” I couldn’t see how this was a good idea. I’d read about it in books, but assumed it was fiction, like nice billionaires and down-to-earth celebrities.
“Trust me, you will like this.” Luca seemed very sure, and he guided me forward until I straddled his head. “Sit, fiore. Let me taste you.”
“But you won’t be able to breathe.”
“Yes, this is the point. And after you make yourself come on my tongue, then you will ride my dick.”
“How—?”
He didn’t let me finish that thought. He pulled on my hips and I dropped onto his face, smothering him. I was worried for half a beat, until I heard him groan like he’d just tasted tiramisu for the first time. His mouth began to move, his tongue swiping my flesh, encouraging me. His big hands circled my waist and I had to admit, it felt good. Better than good. Holy shit, he was everywhere, hitting all the best spots. I started rocking, grinding, the pleasure coiling inside me. “Oh, god,” I breathed. “Luca.”
He growled and continued to use his tongue, sucking in air occasionally, as I chased the high. He reached up to hold both of my breasts and pulled on my nipples, and my thighs began to shake. I could feel the climax building, the release getting closer and closer. I held onto the wall, anchoring myself, and built up a rhythm with my hips. Then I exploded, just tiny particles of light and sensation that flew apart as I convulsed atop him.
When I sagged against the wall, he gave me one final lick and eased me off of him. I shouldn’t have worried about hurting him. He looked so fucking hot. His face was flushed, his jaw taut with desire, and his mouth was wet with my juices. “Cazzo, that was nice,” he rasped and patted my thigh. “Sink down on my cock.”
“I need a minute, I think,” I mumbled, unsure about my coordination after that orgasm.
Holding my hips, he lifted me like I weighed nothing and put me on his stomach. “Now, piccolina. Your pussy is soft and wet, and I need to feel it strangling my dick in the next ten seconds.”
I knew what to do, but I hadn’t expected to be on top my first time. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you did this?”
“Not for you. This way you set the pace, capisce?” He reached between my legs and grabbed his shaft, then maneuvered me until the tip of his dick met my entrance. “Take me inside, let me show you how good it can be.”
“Wait.” The post-orgasm high receded enough for some of my intelligence to return. “You’re going in bare? What the hell?”
“I’m clean and you’re on the pill. Andiamo, Valentina.” He lifted his hips and then he was inside me. Not a lot, but enough for me to feel it.
“Luca.” Pausing, I dug my fingernails into his chest. “How did you know I’m on the pill?”
“I saw them in your bathroom.” He swiped my hair off my face. “Okay? You are ready to do this?”
My chest pulled tight. A mafia boss concerned with consent? My heart might not survive it.
Instead of answering, I let myself drop a bit more, taking another inch or so inside me. I closed my eyes at the rush of pleasure, and Luca exhaled sharply as his fingertips pressed into my skin. “That’s it. Take more, bella. Take it all.”
It wasn’t easy, but I was determined. Luca’s patience surprised me. His muscles bulged, but he let me go at my own pace. Luca watched me wriggle and pant, shift and bounce until our hips met.
Finally, he was completely inside me and I felt so full .
His chest heaved as he stared at where we were joined. “Va bene, va bene. Guardati , fiore mio. Sei tutta mia. ”
I didn’t know what he was saying, but it sounded so sexy coming out of his mouth. “I thought it would hurt, but it doesn’t. You’re so thick, stretching me out. But there’s no pain.”
He hummed in his throat as he cupped my breasts again. “Virgin no more. You belong to me now.”
If sex always felt this amazing, then yes. I could belong to him for as long as he was in New York.
“Ride me,” he directed, his voice thick. “Bounce on my dick and grind that clit on me.”
I gave him what I hoped was a sexy smile. “You make the rules.”
“Fucking right I do.” He slapped my ass. “Move, Valentina.”
I began slowly, rolling my hips, dragging him barely in and out. Learning how far I could go, what felt best for me. Luca let this go on for a few minutes, but then he grabbed my hips. “Up and down. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck me. And go fast.”
He guided me, showing me what he wanted, and I was up for all the experimentation we could handle tonight. I wasn’t sure I’d like this, but I gave it one-hundred percent, using my thigh muscles and glutes to ride him over and over. Luca folded his hands behind his head and watched, absolutely absorbed, his gaze darting between my face, my chest, and my lower half.
“You are killing me,” he said in a tortured whisper. “I am so close to filling you up. Fuck!” He grimaced and closed his eyes briefly. “Do you think you can come again?”
I was close, but not that close. “I don’t know.”
He licked his thumb and brought it between us. Then he began rubbing my swollen clit and speaking a stream of Italian I didn’t understand. But I didn’t need to. It was the long vowels and lyrical quality of the words that got me every time. Like some ancestral part of my brain recognized it and longed for remnants of the past.
I came barely a minute later.
My walls were still convulsing around his length when Luca flipped us over. Then he was pushing in again, his body stretched out over mine. His hips thrust fast and hard, driving into me, our bodies slapping. This was like another level of fucking, the more advanced version I’d expected earlier. And his weight on top of me? Absolutely delicious.
I held him close as his breath started to stutter. His muscles tightened and I knew he was about to climax. I put my lips by his ear. “Have you ever come inside a virgin before?”
The response was instant.
“Merda!” He pressed deep and threw his head back, his hips locked to mine. I could feel him thicken as he shuddered, his big body twitching and jerking while he came. Several seconds later he pulled out, flopped onto the bed and then dragged me to his side.
I curled into him and closed my eyes. His hand stroked my back in long sweeps and my brain floated happily, unable to catch a thought. When was the last time I was this relaxed? I couldn’t remember.
“Where did you learn to say those things?” he asked. “About coming inside a virgin?”
“Books.”
He grunted. “I am increasing your book allowance.”
I smiled into his skin. “I thought you might like it.”
“Dio mio, Valentina.” He rubbed his eyes with his free hand. “If I had liked it any more, you might have killed me.”
“That would give me a lot of explaining to do,” I said with a snicker. “I don’t think your men would believe me that I killed you with words.”
“No, but they would believe you killed me with this body of yours.”
I could feel my cheeks heat. Luca probably encountered beautiful women every day, so his compliments were flattering. Energized and giddy, I rubbed my feet against his calves. “Now, what?”
He cracked open an eye and focused it on me. “What do you mean?”
“What are we going to do now?”
He rolled to face me. His hand wrapped my throat, turning my head so he could kiss along my jaw. Then he bit me gently. “Sleep,” he whispered. “That is what we are going to do.”
“No, come on.” I pushed on his shoulder so I could see him. “It’s too early to sleep.”
“I can’t fuck you again so soon.”
“No, I don’t mean sex. I want to shower and order room service. Maybe watch a movie.”
The edges of his mouth turned down at the suggestion. “Valentina,” he started in a grumpy, boss-like tone.
“No way, Luca.” I slipped out of his grasp and stood up, then turned toward him. “I gave you my virginity. That means I get to make the rules for the rest of the night.”
“That is not how this works.”
“It is tonight. You owe me.”
He stared at my boobs for a long beat before his gaze returned to my face. The edge of his mouth lifted slightly. “Tonight, fiore mio. That’s all you get.”