28. Lucia
twenty-eight
Lucia
“I need you to take this fucking jersey off,” Ari states as he shuts my bedroom door.
I can’t help but laugh. “What’s wrong with this?” I ask, feigning innocence. “I thought you’d like seeing me in a Stars jersey.”
“You know exactly what’s fucking wrong with it,” he growls, and fuck it’s sexy. “Now take it off.”
“Lane is our friend,” I say sweetly. “I thought this was nice.”
“Lucia Torres, I’m not fucking you in Lane’s jersey. Take. It. Off.”
“So bossy,” I tease, letting my shoulders fall back so the jersey can slide down my arms. “Better?”
“Much fucking better,” Ari rasps.
“Am I taking off anything else?”
His eyes darken with lust. “Yeah. Strip for me, Spitfire.”
I scoff. “Why would I strip for you?”
He closes the distance between us, brushing his lips over mine. “Because I think by now you know just how fucking sexy I think you are. And I think you like the idea of making me watch you get naked without being able to touch you.”
Shit.
I think I do like the sound of that.
“Ass on the bed, Casanova.” I push him toward it. “Keep your eyes on me. No touching until I say so.”
Ari licks his lips and complies without hesitation, leaning back on his hands on top of the mattress.
“Mmm, such a good boy, Ari. Do you like being a good boy?”
“For you? Hell yeah.”
God, that’s so fucking hot.
I grab my shirt by the hem and slowly peel it up over my torso, leaving me in my favorite black lace bra.
“Shit,” he breathes, and I watch him adjust himself through his sweats.
I slowly unbutton my jeans. “Do you like watching me?” I push my pants down and kick them to the side, listening as Ari groans when he sees me in the matching black lace thong.
The same one I made him replace after he defiled the first pair.
“Fuck, you’re hot, Luc.”
I move closer to him now, coming to a stop right in front of him. “Still no touching, baby,” I tease as I reach around and unhook my bra, letting it fall down my arms.
Ari’s expression seems pained. “I fucking love your tits.”
“What about my cunt? You are my little cuntslut after all.” I say, slipping my thumbs under the waistband of my thong.
His smirk is devilish, and I think I might need another one of these thongs. “Your cunt is my favorite thing about you. I love seeing how wet I make you.”
I slide my thong down my legs, leaving myself bare in front of him. To torture him further, I climb on top of him, straddling myself over his waist. “What makes you think it’s you that makes me wet?”
“Because you want me for a reason,” he breathes, trying hard to resist touching me. “If it wasn’t me turning you on like this, it wouldn’t be me you’re on top of completely naked, would it?”
“You’re annoying.”
Ari barks out a laugh. “And I’m right, aren’t I?”
I sigh. “Yes, Ari. You’re right. It’s you who makes me this wet. I’m dripping right now, baby.”
“How wet?” His voice is so deep and husky, and the timbre sears right through me.
I press my lips against his. “You’ve been a good boy. Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
He immediately pushes his hand between us, snaking it between my legs and rubbing his fingers down my slit. “Fucking drenched for me, Spitfire. You want me to cuff you that badly?”
“Yes. Cuff me, Casanova. Lock me to the bedpost. Leave me at your mercy.”
Ari flips me off of him and onto my back, and I’m laughing as my head hits the pillow. He grabs what he wants from the bag and meets me back on the bed, prowling up my body with a set of fuzzy handcuffs and a silk blindfold in hand.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?”
“So ready,” I breathe.
He takes my wrist, snaps one of the cuffs over it, and then moves my hand back against the headboard before looping the free cuff behind one of the wooden slats. He grabs my other hand now, locking it inside the open end and leaving my arms virtually immobile.
“Can you move your hands?” he asks.
I try to break free of the restraints, but I can’t. “No.”
Ari smirks. “Good.” He reaches for the silk blindfold and brings it up toward my head.
“I don’t remember putting a blindfold on my list, Morgan,” I tease.
He eyes me. “Are you opposed?”
I shake my head quickly. “No.”
If anything, I kinda wish I had written it down.
“Didn’t think so.” He drapes the silk over my eyes before tying it behind my head. “Can you see?”
“No.”
“Perfect,” Ari whispers against my ear, and a shiver travels down my body in reaction to his breath. “I’m ready to play with you, sweetheart.”
He starts by peppering kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before moving down and teasing his tongue over my nipple. He repeats the action on the other side before licking his way down my stomach, getting closer to where I want his mouth.
Ari moves back on the bed a little bit, and I feel his hot breath against my clit.
“Ari, don’t tease me.”
He chuckles darkly before breathing over me again. “You’re not in control right now, baby. I am.”
I huff and try to push myself against his face.
He clicks his tongue while laughing. “You’re not being a very good girl, Lucia.”
“Because I’m not a good girl,” I assert.
“No, you aren’t. You’re a fucking dirty girl, that’s what you are.” He finally takes a long swipe up my slit. “Fuck, do you know how good you taste?”
I shake my head in response, but I’m cut off by a moan as he swirls his tongue over my clit. “Ari…”
He takes my legs and pushes them back against my stomach before diving right back in. “I swear you have the perfect pussy, Luc. So fucking good.”
“I’m pretty sure you have a perfect tongue.”
In response, Ari takes that perfect tongue and flattens it against me before pressing it inside. He swirls it over my clit again before sliding it down and teasing it over my other hole. “Goddammit,” he groans. “Even your ass tastes good.”
“Oh my God,” I moan loudly, pushing against him.
“I prefer Ari, but God works, too.”
I don’t have the breath to argue back. Everything he’s doing feels too damn good. I’m barely holding myself together right now.
“This feels so good,” I say breathily. “So good…”
“Then come for me,” he pleads. “Drown me in your cunt. Come on my tongue, and then you can come on my cock.”
Ari brings his tongue back to my clit, lightly teasing it. Every lick sends me higher, and my orgasm crashes over me without warning.
I scream out as I come, and he works me through my release, lapping up everything I give him. Once I come down, he moves up my body and taps on my lips. I’m confused, but I open up anyway, and as soon as I do, Ari spits into my mouth, letting the taste of my own arousal consume me.
“See how fucking good you are, Lucia?” he rasps. “See why I can’t get enough of you?”
How does this man turn me into this? A woman so craved for his touch that she’d combust without it?
“Ari,” I pant. “I want your cock. Fuck me.”
He makes quick work of removing his clothing, and I hear each piece hitting the floor. Then he reaches into my nightstand drawer and rips a condom out of the packaging.
He sheaths himself in an instant and then pushes me back into the same position I was in before—legs against my stomach, leaving me open to him.
Ari puts his hands on the back of my thighs, pressing them to my body and using them to support himself. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance before the tip slides inside with how slick I am.
We’re both breathing heavily as he slowly works the entire length into me.
“Fuck, Spitfire,” he groans. “You should see how good your pussy looks taking my cock.”
“I take you so well,” I sigh as he starts slowly pumping his hips.
“You take me fucking perfectly,” he grunts, speeding up his thrusts. “Squeeze me perfectly, too.”
“Because you’re so damn big,” I moan as I internally curse myself for not being able to stop stroking his ego when he’s inside me.
Ari leans on top of my legs now, changing the angle, allowing him to hit me deeper as he brushes his lips over mine. “And you’re still my perfect fit, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I can’t help but cry out as he pushes into me again. “You’re so deep, Ari.”
“Anyone else ever hit this spot for you, sweetheart?” He licks my lips. “Anyone else ever get as deep as me?”
I shake my head emphatically. “Never.”
“I’m the biggest dick you’ve had.”
“You’re the biggest dick I know…” I manage between ragged breaths.
“Turns me on when you’re mean to me, Lucia.” I can feel his smirk against my mouth. “Makes me want you even more.”
“There’s something wrong with you,” I laugh, and he laughs with me.
“The only thing wrong with me right now is that this slick pussy isn’t squeezing the life out of my cock yet.”
He thrusts harder and hits a deeper spot than before. “Fuck! Keep doing that!”
Neither of us speaks now. The only sounds to be heard are my wetness as he pounds into me and the heavy breathing and desperate moaning from us both.
We’re eagerly chasing our releases.
I’ve never had an orgasm from penetration before, but it’s coming. I feel the flutters starting, and Ari isn’t even touching my clit. That spot he found deep inside me is all I need.
Ari slams into it again, and I unravel instantly.
“Ari, yes!”
“Fuck!” he grunts, head in the crook of my neck as he pulses inside me, and we come together.
We lay in that position for a few moments, Ari catching his breath before he can move off of me. I’m still handcuffed to the headboard, though, so I can’t move at all.
“Shit, Spitfire,” he chuckles as he rolls to the side of me. “Haven’t had you screaming for me like that yet.”
“I was faking it,” I lie, so I don’t add to his already inflated ego.
“Yeah, the way you squeezed me like a vice grip felt very fake to me.”
I roll my eyes beneath the blindfold. “I need to get back to the kitchen, Casanova, so I don’t burn dinner. Wanna let me out of these?”
I can just feel the smirk on his face right now. “Might just leave you like that.”
“Jae-Hyun.”
Ari’s breath catches in his throat, and he goes quiet.
Did he… like that?
He doesn’t say anything but grabs the keys and unlocks me from the handcuffs. With my hands free, I remove the blindfold myself.
“Thank you.”
He smiles at me before helping me stand, and we quietly get dressed.
First kink is officially checked off the list.
This is going to be so fucking fun.