36. Ari
thirty-six
Ari
When Lucia and I get back to her hotel room, we’re a tangled mess of limbs and frantic kisses.
The guys barely batted an eye when we told them we were leaving, but I couldn’t keep waiting.
Watching Lucas flirt with her stirred up something foreign in me, and I’ve never needed Lucia more than I do right fucking now.
I back her against the wall while she pulls my shirt over my head. I fix my glasses now, slip my hands under her top, and splay them over her stomach.
“This fucking outfit, Luc…”
She smiles at me deviously. “You like it?”
“I’ve been hard practically all night,” I chuckle darkly. “You wore it to torture me, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” Lucia drapes her arms around my neck. “Did it work?”
“I was staring at your tits and ass all night. Yeah, it fucking worked.”
“I can keep it on if you like it so much.”
I push my hands under her bra and palm her breasts, kneading the skin as she sighs. “You’re not keeping a goddamn thing on, Lucia. I’ll never get enough of seeing you naked underneath me.”
She pulls me closer by the chain around my neck. “Then get me naked, and I’ll finally let you have your birthday present.”
“And what’s that?”
Her lips ghost over mine. “Me.”
Perfect birthday present, if you ask me.
I yank her top over her head while she reaches around to unhook her bra, letting it fall off her arms. I lean down immediately and suck a nipple into my mouth.
“Ari…”
“How wet are you right now?” I ask, moving my mouth to her other nipple.
“Soaked. I’m so wet, baby.”
I unbutton her shorts. “And who made you so wet, Spitfire?”
“You,” she breathes. “No one has ever made me as wet as you do.”
Smug pride courses through me.
Take that, Chad.
“Show me how wet I make you.”
Lucia smirks and pushes her shorts down with her panties before splaying herself out on the bed, letting her legs fall open. “Come see for yourself.”
I remove the rest of my clothing in a hurry before positioning myself on top of her. I swipe my fingers through her pussy, and I can feel the arousal dripping out of her. “I love that I turn you on so much. Has anyone else ever turned you on like this?”
The moment I ask, I become desperate for her answer. I’m dying to hear that I’m the only one who’s done that to her. That I’m the only one who’s seen her the way she is right now.
“Just you, Ari,” she says softly, almost as if she’s afraid to admit it. Whether she’s afraid to admit it to me or herself, I don’t know. “You turn me on in ways no one else ever has.”
My heart beats loudly at her admission as I lean down and kiss her, needing to be sure that this is all real.
I’ve never craved this from anybody else, but with Lucia, it’s like I have to know how much she wants me. How much she likes having me around. How much she enjoys spending time with me.
Why?
If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say it’s because she’s becoming my absolute favorite person. Even outside of the bedroom, I love being with her. I’ve never been this comfortable with anybody before.
There are still things she doesn’t know about me, but I’m starting to think I might really be safe with her.
“Let’s check another item off your list tonight, Luc.”
Heat flashes through her eyes as she gazes at me. Have her eyes always been that pretty?
“What are you thinking, Casanova?”
“Choking,” I say before adding, “If you’re comfortable with that. I know it’s on your list, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you want to try it with me.”
Lucia chews her lips nervously before taking a deep breath and smiling at me softly. My heart starts doing somersaults at the gesture.
“I appreciate you being so considerate. That’s a hard one to check off because you have to have so much trust in your partner since it could so easily go wrong.
” She rests her hand on my cheek, and I smile down at her.
“And I trust you, Ari. I wouldn’t have been comfortable enough to try this with any of my previous partners, but I have a different level of trust in you.
Maybe that’s weird since we haven’t been friends very long—”
“Thank you for trusting me. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I know.”
I lean down and kiss her, just savoring the moment.
She trusts me.
I’m not sure why that feels so big to me, but I don’t think Lucia trusts easily, especially after her last relationship.
Yet she trusts me enough to give her a new experience tonight, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m on top of the fucking world right now.
Lucia grabs a condom from the bedside table and rips the foil before rolling the latex down my length.
We move back a little farther on the bed, and she spreads her legs wider for me. I wrap my hand around the base of my shaft and tease my head through her wetness. She pushes her hips up and slips the first several inches of my cock inside her.
“Yes…” she moans, head thrown back in pure pleasure as I slide the rest of the way in. “Your cock fills me so well, Ari.”
“Because this wet pussy is my perfect fit,” I breathe, rolling my hips into her.
“You feel so good. Oh my God.”
I sink my teeth into her bottom lip before snaking my hand across her chest as I keep moving. I rub my thumb over the column of her throat. “Grab my arm if this becomes too much, okay? I need confirmation that you’ll do that.”
“I’ll grab your arm if it is. I promise.”
I kiss her one time before applying pressure around her throat. I’m careful to start slowly, letting us work our way up.
I’m only lightly constricting her airflow right now. I want her to adjust to the lack of oxygen before I go all in.
“More,” she says, voice quiet and raspy.
“Play with your clit. I want to feel you strangling my cock as I give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Lucia quickly slips her hand between us and starts teasing her clit as I increase the pressure around her neck.
I keep my eyes locked on her, looking for any sign that this is going wrong. She literally can’t breathe right now, but so far, I can see that she’s enjoying it.
Her mouth falls open, eyes hazy with lust, as I thrust into her harder, hitting the deep spot inside her that never fails to make her unravel.
I can feel her pussy fluttering around me. She’s already so close.
“You’re squeezing my cock so well, sweetheart. I want you to come for me. Come all over my cock. Let me fucking feel you.”
I thrust into her again, and she falls right over the edge, clenching tighter around me than she ever has. I remove my hand, and she immediately cries out.
“Ari, yes!”
Watching her come apart like that pushes me that much closer to my own release.
“Fuck, Lucia,” I groan, hips moving erratically. “That was hot as fuck.”
“Now you.” Lucia drapes her arms around my neck, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my tits.”
“Fuck…” I moan, immediately pulling out of her and ripping off the condom. I furiously stroke myself until I’m coating Lucia from chest to stomach in all the cum I have inside me.
“Good boy, baby,” she says softly, kissing me before I can even catch my breath.
I fall down beside her, hand to my head as she grabs a few tissues and cleans herself up.
“Kink check-in,” I breathe. “Yay or nay?”
Lucia laughs and rolls onto her side to face me. “Yay. Oh my God, Ari. That was incredible.”
I mimic her position. “Best orgasm you’ve ever had?”
“It’s not even a close competition,” she smiles.
“I’m glad you could trust me enough to try it.” I push her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear, and the gesture somehow feels more intimate than what we just did. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“It’s not a big deal. Besides, Jealous Ari was kinda hot.”
“I was not jealous.”
“You were so jealous. Am I the first woman you’ve ever been jealous over?”
“I wasn’t jealous!”
Lucia smirks at me. “I’m taking that as a yes.”
I groan and throw my head back.
I wasn’t jealous.
I just saw Chad—Lucas, I guess—getting close to her, and I didn’t like it.
I wanted to make him go away.
I was just… looking out for a friend.
Being jealous wouldn’t make sense because of that—we’re friends.
And I’m just sparing my friend from having a repeat of her last relationship.
Being jealous would mean I want her, and I’m not a man who does relationships.
That’s not what it is.
It can’t be.
Right?