24. Lucia
twenty-four
Lucia
I’m expecting that Ari will try to stay away from me after our little tryst in the hallway, but he’s been hovering right over me instead. We’re laughing and having a good time with our friends, and they’re none the wiser as to what just happened.
As expected, the rest of the bridal party noticed Matt, and when they asked me about him, I explained the situation and who Anna was.
Cole was absolutely furious to learn what she did.
They’ve all been helping me run interference tonight to make sure Harlow and Knox don’t come across them because that’s the last thing they need at their wedding.
When the night is almost over, they leave without incident, and the rest of us breathe a sigh of relief. The newlyweds had no idea they were here, so that means we did our job well.
“What a wedding!” Ella smiles as we all gather around before we part for the night.
“Thank you all so much for helping us make tonight perfect,” Harlow says, laying her head against her husband’s chest.
“We’re lucky to have you,” Knox adds.
I put my hand over my heart and pretend to get choked up. “Aww, Fort!”
Knox rolls his eyes while the rest of us laugh.
“Congratulations,” Cole chimes. “Welcome to the family, Knox.”
“When did three-fifths of our friend group end up married?” Josh asks in disbelief.
Rory smirks. “Tonight.”
Lane plants a hand firmly on Josh’s shoulder. “Walked into that one, man.”
“How are you guys going to celebrate the rest of the night?” Olive asks before immediately turning beet-red and backtracking. “Nope, ignore that. I have no idea why I asked.”
Ella yawns. “I think I’m ready to turn in for the night. Ready, Joshy?”
“Yeah,” he replies, wrapping an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “We’ll see everyone tomorrow. Congrats again. We’re so happy for you both.”
With Ella and Josh leading the charge, the rest of us start dispersing to our hotel rooms, but I manage to catch Harlow before she and Knox leave.
I wrap her up in a tight hug. “Lo, you made such a beautiful bride!”
“Thank you, Luc,” she smiles, pulling my focus to the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. The ones she loves so much, thanks to Knox’s encouragement to embrace herself. “God, I can’t believe I’m married.”
“I told you from the beginning that man would fall in love with you.” I was the first person Harlow told about her fake relationship with Knox, and I always knew they were destined for more.
“From the very beginning,” she chuckles. “Thank you for being here.”
“Nowhere else I’d rather be, babe. Love you.”
“Love you more.”
We hug one more time before we break apart. I wave my goodbyes to everyone as I go to make my exit, but I gently grab Ari by the arm before I leave.
“I’m in room 326.”
He doesn’t say a word; he doesn’t need to say a word. He knows exactly what I’m asking right now, and as I feel the heat of his gaze on my backside as I walk away, I think he already knows his answer, too.
I head to the elevator and ascend to the third floor before stepping off and walking to my room. Once inside, I take off my jewelry and heels while I wait to see if he shows up.
The knock on my door a few minutes later confirms it.
I pull open my door, looking at Ari still in his vest and tie, and smirk. “Took you longer than I thought it would.”
He quickly charges inside, letting the door fall shut behind him. “Needed to stop by my room first,” he says, pulling several condoms out of his pocket and tossing them on the table. He closes the distance between us now, sealing his lips over mine as he backs me against the wall.
The kiss is sloppy and intense, every bit of want we have for each other spilling over. I nip at Ari’s bottom lip, and he grinds against me, letting me feel what I do to him. I slip my hand between us and cup him over his pants, running my palm up and down his erection.
His grin as he stares at me is wicked, and need throbs between my legs. “Can’t get enough of me, can you, Spitfire?” he says assuredly, as if it’s him and not his dick I’m after. “You’re just my little cockwhore.”
I run my finger up his throat and rest it under his chin. “I’m nobody’s whore. But you…” I lick my bottom lip, and he traces the movement. “You’re my little cuntslut.” I lean in closer now, ghosting my lips over his. “Are you my slut, Ari?”
“Fuck yes, I am.”
“Look at you,” I coo, running my hand through his hair. “You don’t fuck the same woman twice, but here you are, practically ready to beg for another taste of my pussy.”
“You want me to beg, sweetheart? Because I will. I’ll fucking beg you to let me taste you again.”
“So eager,” I smirk. “Show me how pretty you can beg, baby, and maybe you’ll get to eat.” I take hold of the end of his tie, using it like a leash to pull him over to the bed. I sit down on the edge of it and push Ari down to his knees in front of me. “Beg.”
“Please,” he pleads. “Let me taste you again.”
I click my tongue. “You can do better than that, Casanova.”
Ari’s breathing grows more rapid, and the heat from his eyes is molten. “Let me have you, Lucia. I need another taste. I’m fucking dying to eat you again. I need to feel you unravel on my tongue; need you to flood me with your cum. Please, sweetheart. I’m fucking desperate.”
I lean forward and tilt his chin so we’re face to face. “Good boy. I think you’ve earned another taste.”
Ari immediately kisses me as he loops his arms around me, finding the zipper at the back of my dress and pulling it down. I slip the sleeves off my arms and let the top fall around my waist, exposing my bare breasts.
“God, you have great tits,” he says before sucking a nipple into his mouth and then repeating the action to the other side. “Lift your hips so I can take the rest of this off of you.” I comply, and he slides my dress down over my legs and lets it fall, pooling on the floor in front of his knees.
I slip my panties off as well, leaving me bare in front of him. “Still look as good in full lighting?” I smirk.
Ari licks his lips. “Even better.” He runs his finger between my legs, gathering up my arousal. “And you’re so goddamn wet. Fucking drenched.”
“Then shut up and do something about it.” He smirks before leaning in, swiping at me from back to front, ending with his tongue on my clit. “Yes…”
“You had to be so quiet before,” he muses. “I can’t wait to hear how loud I can actually make you.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and my hips fly off the bed. “Fuck!”
This entire moment is frantic, like Ari needs me so desperately that he can’t wait any longer to unravel me.
And if that’s what he’s going for, he’s succeeding because this is even better than the first time.
I moan as he pushes two fingers into me, thrusting them in time with the flicks of his tongue over my clit. Even his fingers fill me up perfectly.
“Tell me, Lucia,” Ari mutters from between my legs. “Are you a squirter?”
“Yes,” I exhale, answering honestly.
“Oh, fuck yes…”
Is he… trying to make me squirt?
Most men seem to think it’s something they want, but then they just end up disappointed by all the cleanup.
Most men also have no idea how to actually make it happen, so I have to do it for them.
But, apparently, Ari knows exactly what to do.
Without my guidance, he starts rubbing his fingers inside me against my front wall, pressing on the bundle of nerves there while he uses his free hand to push my belly down.
He sucks my clit into his mouth again, and I feel all that pressure building up and fighting for release.
“Ari…” I moan breathlessly. “Oh my God…”
He doesn’t say a word, so I look down at him and find his gaze on me. The look in his eyes is cocky at knowing he can get me off so quickly, but also desperately begging for me to let go.
I don’t fight it. He presses his fingers inside me again, and I just fucking shatter, screaming out his name and gushing around his fingers as I flood him with my release.
He works me through it, coaxing the last bits of my cum onto his tongue before he pulls back.
“Still mediocre?” he teases, standing up and hovering over me.
“Fuck off,” I laugh, still trying to catch my breath.
“You soaked me, you know.”
“That was your doing.”
Ari leans down and licks a line up my neck before nibbling my earlobe and resting his mouth there. “Hot as fucking hell, sweetheart. And you taste absolutely fucking delicious.”
“Ari,” I pant. “Take your clothes off already.”