14. Lucia
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Lucia
Fuck Ari fucking Morgan.
Not that I’ll ever tell him, but the bastard did give me the best orgasm of my life.
He knows how to use his fingers and his tongue, that’s for damn sure.
What I’m most interested in, though, is finding out if he’s just as good with his dick.
I still have my fingers hooked through his belt loops as he presses his body against me.
His still-clothed body.
Meanwhile, I’m completely naked save for the heels I never bothered to take off.
Ari runs his hands down my back before resting them on my ass and squeezing. “Admit it, Torres,” he smirks. “You want me.”
I groan. “I want you to fuck me. That’s what I want. Now, are you going to keep talking or do something about it?”
His answer is obvious when he crushes his lips against mine, teasing his tongue over the seam of my lips before I let him inside. We break the kiss only momentarily so I can rip his shirt over his head, but we’re fused back together just as quickly.
We’re chest to chest. Bare skin to bare skin.
I forgot how much I love this feeling.
I fumble with Ari’s belt as I say, “This is just for tonight.”
“Mhmm,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down my neck. “I don’t fuck the same person twice.”
“Good,” I sigh. “It’ll be easy for you then.”
“Just gonna get it out of our systems.”
“Exactly,” I say as I finally get his belt undone. He helps me with the button of his jeans before I send them to the ground in a rough push, leaving him in a tight pair of black boxer briefs.
Fuck , he’s hot.
I hate that.
Ari kicks his jeans to the side and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing me back against the door. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth again, and I lose myself in this moment.
What the hell snapped in me to lead us here?
Something must have broken in my brain if I’m here now rubbing myself all over Ari’s bare torso.
Honestly, I think I’m just horny. And Ari randomly kissing me was enough for me to give in to a night with him.
It’s not like either of us will want to do this again.
I bite down on Ari’s lip, and he moans.
He fucking moans.
God, I love a man who’s vocal in bed.
“Fuck, Spitfire. You’re gonna draw blood if you bite any harder.”
“Something tells me you’d like that. I can’t imagine you’re very vanilla, Casanova.”
His responding smirk is deadly, and I feel it throb between my legs.
Goddammit, I do want him.
But just this once.
Ari pushes my hair out of my face before ghosting his lips over my ear. “Not vanilla at all, sweetheart. And if you had me in your bed, I’d show you just how kinky I can get.”
Now I kinda wish I’d waited to jump him until we got home.
“Well, you’re stuck with a supply closet,” I tease, slipping my hand between us and sliding it slowly down his chest. “You’re just gonna have to show me what you can do in here.”
“Yeah?” He licks his lips. “And what is it you want me to do in here?”
I tug on the silver chain around his neck. “Fuck me, Ari. Fuck me until you’re all I can feel. Make me come all over your cock, and tell me again why I shouldn’t dislike you.”
I feel his dick twitch against my leg before he sets me on my feet and brings my hands to the waistband of his boxers. “Then take these off, and let me show you what a night with me is like.”
I roll my eyes at his cockiness, but I comply, hooking my fingers into his waistband and sending them to the ground. His cock juts out from his body, angry and hard, precum leaking from his tip. And he’s big.
So fucking big.
Matt wasn’t small, but he also wasn’t this. Ari might actually split me in half.
If he can even get that entire thing inside me.
I smile at him deviously as I swipe my thumb over his head, gathering up the arousal seeping out and spreading it down the top of his length. Ari breathes heavily when I touch him, so I wrap my hand around cock, intent on dragging out his torture a little longer.
But as soon as I do, my eyes go wide.
Ari smirks at me knowingly. “What’s the matter, Spitfire?”
“You’re… pierced.”
Ari Morgan has a pierced dick. It’s not surprising, but I certainly wasn’t expecting it.
“I am,” he rasps as I lightly squeeze him.
“How many?” I ask. I can feel that there are multiple.
“Why don’t you count them with your tongue?” He gently pushes me to my knees as he says it, and I rest with my face only inches from his dick.
I take my tongue and run it along the underside of his shaft, starting with the first barbell I find toward the back. Slowly, I trail my tongue up, counting each one as I go.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I look at it now to confirm, and sure enough, five barbells make up a Jacob’s Ladder down the length of his cock.
“So, how many?” he teases, helping me stand back up.
“Five. Why five?”
Ari cocks his eyebrow at me. “Why not? It’s big enough for five.” I roll my eyes, and he doesn’t take too kindly to that, pinching my nipple between his fingertips. “You know it is, Luc.”
I huff. “Fine. It’s big. Happy?”
He smirks before backing me up against the door again, delving his tongue into my mouth, absolutely owning me. The kiss is frantic, all teeth and tongues and desperate moans. The cool metal of his piercings feels perfect against the heated skin of my stomach, though it’s not enough to cool me down.
If anything, I’m going to combust soon if he doesn’t get inside me.
“Condom?” I ask between kisses.
“Wallet,” he asserts before breaking away from me and grabbing his wallet from his jeans.
“You’re not supposed to keep condoms in your wallet,” I say as I watch him slide the foil wrapper out.
“Relax,” he chuckles. “I always grab a new one before I leave the house.”
I breathe out a light laugh. “You’re such a fuckboy.”
Ari rips the foil open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper down on our clothing as he quickly sheaths himself in the latex. “Turn around, Lucia. Hands on the door.”
I scoff at him. “I’m not the submissive type.”
He rolls his eyes. “This is a small supply closet. If you want me to fuck you, you need to turn around. Not enough room for you to ride me in here.”
I relent, but only because if I don’t get fucked soon, I may snap on someone.
I quickly turn around, palms on the door in front of me, and back my ass toward him.
Ari leans over me, palming my breasts in his hands. “See? You can listen. Good girl.”
I roll my ass over his length. “Be a good boy instead. Shut up and just fuck me.”
He finally does what I’ve been asking him to do since we got into this closet, lining himself up at my entrance and pushing inside.
“Shit,” he hisses. “You’re fucking tight.”
“Oh my God,” I moan as he pushes further. I lose my restraint, and what I’m thinking spills from me. “Fuck, you’re huge.”
I can feel Ari’s smile against my neck. “I’m not a liar, sweetheart. But that’s only half.”
“Of course, it is, you asshole,” I mumble, the words dying as he pulls out and thrusts back in a little further.
“Am I too big for this little cunt?” he chuckles darkly.
“No,” I state, pushing back on him, taking him a little deeper. “I want every inch of you, Ari. Make my pussy stretch around you. I can take it. I need to feel those piercings inside me.”
“Fuck,” he gasps, slowly pushing the rest of his length inside me. “You’ve got a dirty fucking mouth.”
I don’t even have a retort to that.
I’ve never felt so full in my life, and I’m no stranger to sex and hookups.
But goddamn, Ari fills me up perfectly.
And feeling those barbells against the inside of my core?
I don’t think anything has ever felt better.
Ari pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside.
“Ari!” I cry before he slaps his hand over my mouth.
“Now, now, sweetheart. We don’t need anyone to hear the way you scream for me, do we?”
I can’t reply with his hand over me, but it’s not like I can form words right now anyway. Every thrust sends me higher, shooting me into the stratosphere as I try to keep standing on wobbly legs.
For his part, Ari seems to be struggling right now as well. His breathing is heavy, and soft moans keep slipping out.
“God, you look good when you take every inch of my cock.” He takes his free hand, running it down my back before sliding it between my cheeks. “Can I?” he asks, and I love that he’s asking even though we’re literally mid-fuck.
I catch his gaze and nod, and heat flashes behind his eyes before he gathers up some of my arousal and slides his finger into my tight hole.
“Mmm…” is the only sound I can manage.
“Fuck, you like having your ass played with, don’t you?”
I nod frantically.
I’m not vanilla, either. I love experimenting and trying new things. And I do very much love all things involving my ass.
Ari thrusts faster and harder, struggling to keep himself together. “Goddamn, Luc,” he groans, not slowing down. “This tight little cunt squeezes me so well. Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”
I take one of my hands and slide it between my legs, teasing it over my clit as I start meeting Ari on every thrust. We’re both so worked up right now that we both unravel almost immediately.
My pussy pulses around him, and I feel his shaft swell inside of me as he comes, spilling every drop into the latex.
Panting and breathless, Ari removes his hand from my mouth as we both move to lean back against the door.
“We should…” he pants, pausing for another breath, “get back out there.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Don’t want them to realize we’re missing.”
Ari removes the used condom, tying it off and finding a trash can to throw it in. We get dressed in silence and sneak out of the closet and back into the busy club.
Minus a pair of underwear, though.
Sorry to whoever finds my black lace thong the next time they go into the supply closet, but it was too dark for me to find.
Such a shame.
That was my favorite pair.