Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Valentina
I lunged for his belt the minute we were alone in his car.
Luca adjusted his arms on the steering wheel, making room for me. “Che cosa? What is this?”
“Start driving and ignore me.”
He pushed the start button and the engine purred. “I’m not sure that is possible.”
After unfastening the clasp on his trousers, I unzipped his fly. The thick length of him was there, waiting like a present beneath his fancy briefs. He wasn’t fully hard, but stiff enough to make my mouth water. I rubbed him through the soft fabric. “You’re so fucking hot. You don’t even know.”
“Are you talking to me, or my dick?”
“Both.”
I reached under the waistband and hot smooth skin met my fingertips. Luca began driving, but I hardly paid attention. I couldn’t explain why I was so eager for this, but it felt necessary. Like I needed to drive him wild or die trying. There was no mistaking our connection, the feverish hunger burning under my skin every time he was near. I wanted to forget everything else but this man.
I pulled his cock out of his briefs and gave him a rough stroke, causing him to grunt. His free hand slid through my hair, brushing it to the side. “Do you need my cock in your mouth?”
“God, yes.”
I lunged forward, but he kept my head still, not allowing me to move. “Slowly, fiore. Kiss it and lick it first. Get me nice and hard and wet. Worship it and maybe then I’ll let you suck.”
“I’m good at following rules,” I whispered.
“I know, baby. You’re so obedient, so perfect. Exactly what I like.”
My pussy clenched at the words, slick building between my thighs. Jesus, this man. I craved his approval like a drug.
I shifted in my seat, angling my upper body across his lap, my face directly at his crotch. He helped me settle, widening his thighs and moving my hair out of the way, all while operating the car along the dark streets.
I let him feel my breath first. He wasn’t cut and when I asked, he said his foreskin is very sensitive. So I blew air along his shaft, watching intensely as he grew harder and harder. He hummed in his throat, a deep rumbling sound. “That’s nice, Valentina. Keep going. Use your lips.”
We turned a corner. I held onto his leg to keep steady as I pressed featherlight kisses on his base. Then I slowly worked my way higher, the lightest of touches to his velvety skin, until I reached the crown. He was fully erect now, so I paid equal attention to the tip, kissing all around. It was nice, lavishing him with this attention, smelling him. There were no worries, no problems. I could zone out and concentrate on this, nothing more.
Exactly the distraction I needed.
I flicked my tongue across his slit. Luca jumped, like I startled him. “Did I tell you to lick me?” he growled, easing me off his cock.
“No.”
“ Esattamente . Now you must start all over again with your lips.”
I didn’t question it. I was in a trance, happily willing to follow his orders. So obedient, so perfect. I glided my lips over the root of his shaft, my eyes closed as I explored him once again. I couldn’t wait to lick him, to suck on him. To make him shout and tremble, to shatter his precious control. For that, I would do this as long as he wished.
We stopped at a light. “That’s it,” he crooned, his hand stroking my head, petting me. “Prove it to me. Prove how much you are aching to suck my dick, little girl.”
Little girl? Oh, this was new.
I peeked at him. His eyes were opaque, glittering, and his lids heavy with lust as he stared down at me. It’s working. “I will do anything, Luca. Please .”
“Soon, baby, soon. Keep going.”
The car began moving again, his attention back on the road.
Reverently, I brushed my lips over his taut skin until I reached the crown. I badly wanted to taste him, but I kept it light kisses all around and down the other side. I didn’t use my hands, so I nuzzled him with my nose to get where I needed to go.
His fingers plucked at the belt holding the front of my dress together. Then the sides were open and he was lowering the cups of my bra to free my breasts. “Cazzo madre di dio,” he muttered as he pinched my nipple. “It will be a miracle if I don’t crash this car.”
Pleasure streaked from my nipple to my clit, an electric charge that sent heat rolling through me. I panted and clutched his thigh. “Oh, god.”
“ Lick , little girl.”
I hurried to obey his low command, thrilled with my victory. I used my tongue every way I knew how—long swipes, short flicks—to bathe his cock in my saliva. He tasted perfect, salty with a hint of something all Luca. I returned to the slit in the crown and found a drop of fluid waiting for me. “Yum,” I said after I licked it up. “ Give me more.”
“Merda!” The car weaved as he jerked the wheel.
I nearly smiled. Thank goodness for spicy books. Not only had I discovered some of my own kinks, they helped me tap into some of Luca’s, too.
He wrapped my hair in his fist as we turned another corner. “Suck. Now .”
I opened my mouth and swallowed him down. It wasn’t easy. My jaw went as wide as it could go, but I couldn’t come close to fitting all of him. I worked up a quick rhythm using my lips and tongue, his fingers tight against my scalp, holding me.
Through labored breaths, he said, “Keep going. Suck hard. Show me what a dirty little girl you are, with your tits out and my cock in your mouth.”
I moaned in response, the words causing moisture to pool between my legs. No doubt my panties were soaked. I couldn’t wait until we got back to the mansion and he put his dick inside me.
The car slowed, turned, and went over a few bumps. I hardly noticed. All I could think about was making him come in my mouth.
Suddenly, the wheels stopped and Luca threw the gear shift into park. “Andiamo.”
He lifted me off him and tucked his cock in his trousers, then I was being carried into the night. Freshly cut grass and dirt teased my nose and I looked around. “The cemetery? Really? Isn’t this sacrilegious?”
“Would you rather I fucked you by the side of the road for everyone to see?”
I buried my face in his throat to hide my smile. A desperate, aggressive Luca was my favorite. “Maybe?”
His long stride didn’t falter as he walked off the path, into the darkness of the graveyard. Without the streetlights it was hard to see, but we were quickly surrounded by headstones. I’d been to this cemetery before, but never at night. The high school kids often partied here, but those days passed me by, considering I’d been dealing with the restaurant and my mom’s illness at the time .
The headstones grew larger, some with ornate angels and crosses, and finally Luca stopped by a waist-high headstone with a smooth flat top, almost like an altar. He set me down, his hand holding my jaw hard as he gave me a brutal kiss. “Get naked, little girl.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I threw off my open wrap dress and kicked off my heels, leaving me in a bra and panties. The soft glow of the moon bounced off Luca’s taut face, highlighting every sharp angle, his big hands clenched at his sides. He made no move to disrobe, just watched as I unclasped my bra and tossed it to the ground. I shimmied out of my panties and stood before him bare in the warm summer air.
“This,” he breathed. “This is how you should be fucked. Naked, in the moonlight. A pagan sacrifice.”
I shivered under the weight of his stare. “Are you also going to get naked?”
He reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock, stroked it once. “Lie down on the stone. Offer yourself to me.”
I rushed to do as he asked. The stone was cold and unforgiving on my back, my calves dangling off the end, and goose bumps broke out all over my skin. The night sky stretched out above me, a blanket of tiny stars winking down.
“Such obedience,” Luca murmured as he drew closer. His hand swept up my thigh and over my stomach. “You like when I tell you what to do, no?”
“Yes, Luca.”
He cupped a breast and squeezed. I arched at the pressure, seeking more. Instead of giving it to me, he released me—then slapped my breast. I gasped, the sting sending sparks between my legs. He did it again and I moaned shamelessly. Before I recovered, he pinched my nipple between his fingers, hard. I threw my head back, pain radiating throughout my body. When he released me heat replaced the pain and shot directly to my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting .
“There is no one to hear you, little girl.” His voice was dark and coaxing, the devil offering up wicked temptation. “And I will keep going until you scream for me, capisce?”
Oh, god.
My eyelids fluttered closed as he squeezed my other nipple. I panted through the bright agony. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he released me and I nearly levitated off the stone as pleasure chased away the pain. Sounds emerged from my throat, uncontrollable whimpers and moans that floated up to the heavens.
He smoothed his palm down my sternum, over my stomach, until he reached my mound. “Now I will pinch you here—and it will hurt like hell. But the reward will be worth it, te lo prometto. Ready?”
“No, Luca, wait?—”
“You will do this for me. Take a deep breath.”
Before I’d finished inhaling his fingers latched onto my clit and pressed hard, the tender flesh squeezed painfully in his strong grip. “Shit!” I hissed. “Ow, fuck!”
I tried to twist away, my nails scratching the stone, but he held me down with his other hand. “Stay still. Another few seconds. You can do it.”
“No, please. God, Luca!”
“Breathe, Valentina.”
His low command penetrated my haze and somehow I endured another second. Then it was over.
Liquid fire streaked through my veins and I shouted up to the sky. I was floating, my clit throbbing like my heart was centered between my legs, and I barely noticed when Luca arranged me closer to the edge of the stone. My mind was buzzing and light, my limbs heavy, with the air a cool caress over my hypersensitive skin. I felt drunk, even though I hadn’t had much wine at dinner.
He rolled me to my stomach and the stone scraped over my swollen nipples. The rough pressure made me aware of my breasts in a very elemental way and I discovered that I liked the soreness. Then Luca spread my legs wide and pushed inside, his cock stretching me open.
“Cazzo, your pussy is so wet and hot. I wish you could feel it.” He slid deeper, his hands stroking my sides and back. “The things I want to do to you . . .”
His hips began churning, hard punches that rocked me into the stone altar. I held on, spread out beneath him, limp, ready for whatever punishment he dealt out as he fucked me. It was so good. The friction of his shaft at this angle was bliss and my eyes fell shut as pleasure built deep in my belly. “So good,” I said dreamily, echoing my thoughts. “Don’t stop.”
The pace he set was brutal. Our hips slapped together, his big hands yanking me back into his pelvis. Soon it was too much and a climax tore through me, my limbs trembling, eyes rolling back in my head. My pussy contracted around him and he grunted. “What do you want, little girl? For me to come inside you or on your back?”
“Inside me, daddy.” The word tumbled out without me even realizing, but it felt right. I had a feeling Luca would like it, based on whatever game we were playing.
“Fuck!” he shouted and his cock thickened inside me. His rhythm slipped as his deep groan cut through the darkness, his hips sealed tight to mine like he was trying to join us together, his body emptying into mine.
Air washed over me suddenly and he was gone. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him spread out on the ground, panting as if he’d run a race. His trousers were undone, cock glistening in the moonlight, but otherwise he was dressed. I gathered my strength and pushed off the headstone, then stumbled my way over to him, my legs unsteady. I dropped to the grass beside him and tried to gather my wits.
“I think you fucked me stupid,” I muttered.
“I’ve never come so hard in my life. I think . . . I should be embarrassed. ”
Rolling my head, I studied his face. His brow was wrinkled. “Why? Because we had sex in a cemetery?”
“No, of course not. I’m not superstitious. If the dead are angry with me, they will need to get in line.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. What else would he be embarrassed?—
Oh.
Now I was grinning. “You liked it when I called you daddy .”
He winced. “Why did you say it to me?”
“I suspected you might like it. After all, you were calling me little girl .”
His hand reached for me. “Come here. I want to make sure you are okay.”
I scooted closer. “I’m fine.”
“I will see for myself.” He rose up on one elbow and leaned over me. His fingers skimmed my right nipple, then the left. “Sore?”
“A little. A good sore, though.”
Humming, he bent and pressed a soft kiss to each taut bud. “And here?” Moving lower, he inspected my clit. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. Maybe don’t do that every day, but it was like fire when you let go.”
He gave my clit a kiss, as well, then kept kissing my labia. “Fiore mio, sei bella e dolce .” Then he straightened and ran his fingertips over my cheekbones, along my nose. “Nothing could compare to how beautiful you are right now. You make the moon weep with jealousy, the stars cower in shame. It’s like you were born to be fucked outside.”
Grabbing his tie, I yanked him down for a soft kiss. His lips moved over mine sweetly, reverently, and neither of us tried to deepen it, content to breathe each other in. Something had shifted between us tonight. This wasn’t a casual fling—I felt so much more for this man than I’d intended—and I sensed that he may feel the same.
“Luca,” I whispered against his mouth. “Is this crazy? ”
Silent, he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, a gentle sweep back and forth. Warm, adoring eyes stared down at me, a dark fathomless gaze that sucked me in and held me captive. I never wanted to look away.
Without warning, he pushed up and held out his hand. “Come. I want to fuck you again at home.”