13. Ari
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Ari
If you had asked me earlier what I expected to happen tonight, kissing Lucia wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.
Yet, here we stand in the dim hallway of a crowded club on New Year’s Eve, kissing as if we’re desperate for each other.
I had a moment of panic after I kissed her, but when she pulled me right back in, all caution was thrown to the wind. My hands are in her hair, and hers are draped over my shoulders, pulling me close.
I groan when she bites my lip, and all my blood rushes straight to my dick.
I can’t really deny it anymore—I fucking want her.
When she whimpers as I lightly pull her hair, I’m pretty sure she wants me, too.
We break apart, foreheads pressed together as we heave heavy breaths. Lucia glances further down the hallway before grabbing my hand and walking in that direction.
I’m not sure what the plan is at this moment, but you certainly won’t hear me complain about getting to watch her ass sway as she walks in those sexy heels. The heels actually make her taller than me right now, showing off those long, toned legs that I would love to have wrapped around my head.
She stops when we reach a door labeled Supply Closet , and she quickly pulls both of us inside, locking it behind us as I fumble along the wall for a light switch. I finally find it, bathing the cluttered room in a dim glow from a nearly burnt-out bulb. But it’s enough to see her.
I lick my lips as she gazes at me, her chest rising and falling with every breath. “What are we doing in here, Spitfire?”
Lucia smirks at me. “Fucking.”
Didn’t realize my dick could get any harder, but I’m hard as fucking steel right now.
I turn her around, pulling her against my body as her ass rests over my groin, and I let my hand rest on the bare skin of her thigh. Whispering against her ear, I ask, “You want me to fuck you right here, Luc? You must really want me.”
“I want sex,” she breathes, maintaining an air of indifference. “You just happen to be the one here.”
I chuckle with my lips brushing over her neck. “But it’s me you pulled in here, sweetheart. It’s me you’re asking to fuck you. It’s my cock you want inside you, isn’t it?”
Lucia softly moans as I start teasing my fingers up the inside of her thigh. “Do you ever”— She hums when I slip under the hem of her skin-tight dress. —“stop talking?”
“You know I don’t,” I laugh darkly.
“Then I’ll just have to shut you up,” she replies, slipping her hand between us and cupping me over my pants.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She moves her hand and rubs her ass over me now. “You clearly want me,” she teases.
“Yeah, Luc.” I push my hand further up and trace my fingers along the drenched lace between her legs. “I fucking want you.”
Lucia turns around in a flash, lips back on mine as she guides my hand to the zipper at the back of her dress. I comply with her request without hesitation, letting the shimmery gold fabric fall to the floor in a pool at her feet.
I break our kiss as she kicks the dress to the side, and I don’t even try to hide the way I’m leering at her.
God damn , her body is insane. Her legs are every bit as toned as I expected them to be, but she’s far more defined than that. It’s clear she spends time in the gym because I see the outline of abs over her torso. Not cut from stone or anything, but they’re clearly there.
Her tits are free since she isn’t wearing a bra. They’re perky and probably considered small to some women, but they’re the perfect size to hold in my hand, which I immediately reach out and do. Her head falls back as I knead the skin before teasing her pebbled nipples between my fingertips.
“Ari…”
I lean down and pull her nipple between my teeth. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
Her eyes are dark, and I can feel the heat radiating from them. “I want you on your knees so I can finally fucking shut you up.”
I don’t even hesitate, falling down to my knees as she rests against the locked door. I hook my fingers under the waistband of her skimpy black lace thong and slowly peel it down her legs, tucking it into my back pocket.
Lucia reaches for my glasses, but I catch her wrist. “Leave them. I want to see how you fall apart for me.”
“Cocky,” she smirks.
“I told you before I’d give you the best night of your life.” She spreads her legs open. “You’re about to find out how true that is.”
Her retort dies on her tongue as I take mine and run it through her center.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, lapping at her again. “You taste fucking incredible.”
“Ari…” she moans, and I can feel the precum weeping from the head of my dick.
I rest my hands on the insides of her thighs. “Spread wider for me. I’m going to devour this perfect pussy.”
With her hands in my hair, she does exactly as I asked. I tease my tongue over her clit before dragging my finger along her slit, gathering her arousal.
“So wet for me,” I murmur against her, causing her to buck her hips into me.
“Not for you,” she breathes before softly moaning. “Plenty of other hot guys here tonight that could’ve done this to me.”
Lucia meant it to be teasing, but it’s just a single word I latch onto. “Other hot guys?”
“Stop talking,” she mutters, pushing her dripping cunt down on my face.
I laugh and let her have it, but she can’t take the knowledge away from me.
She doesn’t like me, but she does think I’m hot.
“Shit!” she cries when I slide two fingers inside her, thrusting them in tandem with the flicks of my tongue over her clit.
“That feel good, sweetheart?”
“Mediocre… at best…” Lucia manages between gasping breaths.
“The way you’re grinding that cunt on my face and riding my fingers says differently.”
“Ohmygodstoptalking.” The words come out all together, meant to be a jab at me, but instead show me just how much she likes my tongue. She can’t even form a coherent thought right now.
I thrust my tongue inside her, loving the way her walls clench around it and my fingers. “You’re so close, Spitfire. You’re practically choking my fingers right now.”
“Fuck,” she cries in exasperation. “Shut up and just make me come, Morgan.”
I finally relent, partially because I’m tired of her asking, but mainly because I’m dying to watch the way she falls apart for me.
I thrust my fingers faster as I tease my tongue over her clit, working to bring her closer to the brink. Lucia is grinding on my face as I do, desperately chasing her release.
When I curl my fingers inside her, she shatters like fucking glass.
“Ari!” she cries before clamping a hand over her mouth so we don’t draw attention to ourselves.
I work her through her orgasm before licking my lips clean and standing up.
“Tell me again how much you don’t like me, Lucia,” I rasp, brushing my lips over hers. “I just gave you the best orgasm of your life.”
She groans. “God, you really don’t stop talking. Even sex won’t shut you up.”
I eye her and let her see exactly how much I want her right now. “We haven’t had sex yet, have we?”
Lucia grabs me by my belt loops and pulls me against her. “Then fuck me already, Ari.”