38. Lucia
thirty-eight
Lucia
After the slowest day of work in existence, I peel off back to the hotel so I can shower. It’s hot as hell today with high humidity, and I’d rather not turn Ari off completely when I go up to his room.
Yeah, his room.
We’ve always hooked up in my room—or whatever random space we can find—so it felt a little strange for him to ask me to meet him in his room tonight.
I get the feeling this isn’t exactly typical for him.
The thought causes my heart to flutter in my chest, knowing he’s that comfortable with me.
Once I clean off in the shower, I dry myself off and pull on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I don’t bother with anything else because what’s the point?
He’s just going to rip them off me as soon as I get there.
I pull my wet hair up in a messy bun, toss my favorite vibrator into a black bag, and then head four floors up to his room.
He pulls the door open before I can even knock.
Ari looks fucking delicious right now.
Navy athletic shorts hang low on his hips while every curve and ridge along his bare torso is on display. Top that off with those sexy glasses I love so much, and I’m ready to climb him like a goddamn tree.
“It’s rude to stare, Spitfire.”
I stride past him, and he shuts the door behind me. “It’s rude to look like that when you answer the door. And I don’t think you minded me staring one bit.”
His tongue wets his bottom lip. “Look all you want, sweetheart. I like having your eyes on me.”
“I like having you on me,” I quip, desperate to feel his hands all over me.
“God, you’re sexy.”
Ari closes the distance between us and seals his lips over mine. I mold my body against him, swiping my tongue over his as he backs us against the wall.
He lifts me up by my ass, and I hook my legs around him. I break our kiss and let out a soft moan when he rubs against me, and I can feel all of those piercings against my clit.
“Ari…”
He lets out a breath and seems as if he’s trying to compose himself. “You have no fucking idea what that does to me, Lucia. Hearing you moan my name like that. I’m fucking addicted.”
“Addicted to me or addicted to hearing me moan your name?” I ask, and I think I’m secretly hoping for a particular answer.
Ari smiles against my lips and tucks a loose hair behind my ear. “You, baby. I’m addicted to you.”
I take his face in my hands and kiss him fiercely.
It’s exactly what I wanted him to say.
But what the hell do I make of that?
Why do I want him to be addicted to me?
I have a sinking feeling in my gut that I might know exactly what that means, but I’ll never admit it.
That’s not a road we’re going down.
“Ari,” I pant, gazing into the fire blazing in his deep brown eyes. “I need you right now. Fuck me.”
He sets me down on the ground, and I take his hands in mine, leading him directly over to his bed. He tugs my shirt over my head and groans when my breasts fall free. “No bra?”
“No panties either,” I say, wiggling my shorts over my hips and down my legs. “Didn’t see a point since you were just going to take them off.”
“Same wavelength,” he chuckles, pushing his own shorts down and revealing himself to be bare underneath as well.
“We just know what we want. And what I want right now is for you to completely fill me up.”
“Have you done anal before?”
I nod. “It’s been a little bit, but I absolutely love it.” I smirk when I see his cock twitch.
“Then you know you have to prep some first.” Ari reaches into the drawer of his bedside table and brings out a bottle of lube and a plug.
“We have to stretch you out, get you ready to take me. And when we do…” He grabs my hips and pulls me against him, skin to skin.
“When we do, I’m going to slide right into your tight little ass while your pussy swallows your toy.
We’ll fill up both of your needy little fuck holes. ”
“God, I want that. Get me ready, Ari. I need to feel you inside me.”
Ari kisses me before sitting me down on the edge of his bed and kneeling between my legs. He grabs the plug—silver metal with a purple gemstone on it—and covers it in lube.
“Why the purple gem?” I ask, lightly moaning as he slips a lubed finger into my ass, making me nice and slick.
His smirk is devilish, and I could come from that alone.
He positions the plug against my tight hole before finally answering. “It’s an amethyst.”
“Ohhh…” I throw my head back in pure pleasure as he pushes the plug inside. “Why did you stick your birthstone in my ass?”
Ari nips his way up the inside of my thighs before letting his hot breath brush over my pussy. “Your ass is mine, Lucia. Might as well just stake my claim.”
Any retort dies on my tongue as he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Ari!”
“There you go, sweetheart,” he murmurs, lips still brushing over me. “Scream for me. Let the entire team know who makes this needy cunt come.”
“You do,” I sigh. “Fuck, I love your tongue, baby.”
“I’m making you squirt again tonight, Luc. Squirt all over my fucking sheets. I want to still be smelling you long after you leave.”
Why does that have to be so hot?
He spears two fingers inside me before rubbing them along my front wall and using his other hand to press down on my pelvis.
“Yes! Keep doing that, Ari. Make me squirt all over you.”
I glance down at him, taking in his hungry expression. His pupils all but eclipse his irises, and heat radiates off of him.
His look is almost… demonic.
Demons just need something holy, and with the way he’s working me right now, I’m about to baptize him with my salvation.
I feel the pressure building within me, and I’m so close to letting go.
Ari nipping my clit is exactly what it takes to make it happen.
I scream as I gush around him. He laps at me like a man starved, and all I can hear are his satisfied groans and the wetness leaking out of me.
He licks me until there’s nothing left to give before prowling up my body and kissing me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself. I reach between us and give his rock-hard cock a tug.
“Shit,” he hisses. “I need to be inside you.”
I lay back on the bed as Ari grabs a condom and sheaths himself. He comes to rest between my spread legs.
“Fuck me, Ari. I need to feel you.”
“I’m fucking this drenched pussy first,” he asserts, slipping the first few inches of his length inside. “Gonna get you nice and ready before I slip into your tight ass.”
Pretty sure I’m already ready, but I’ll never complain about him fucking me first.
Ari pulls out and then slams inside, sliding in to the hilt as I cry out. “Yes!”
“You’re still so goddamn wet, Luc. You like it when I make you squirt?”
He thrusts into me again, and I tangle my fingers in his hair to ground myself. “I love it. No one else has ever been able to do that for me.”
I see the smug, male pride bloom through him. “I’m the only man to make that dripping cunt squirt?”
“Yes,” I sigh. “I’ve always just had to do it myself.”
“I know this hot little body better than anybody else.” Ari teases the tip of his tongue over my lips as his thrusts become more punishing. “Tell me, Lucia. Tell me I do.”
“You do!” I cry. “Nobody knows my body better than you.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling out of me completely. “I need your ass. Are you ready for me?”
“So ready.”
My breathing is heavy as he gently pulls the plug out of me.
Ari slides two fingers into my pussy before slipping them further down. “Look at you, all nice and stretched out for me.” He slides those fingers into my ass, and I hum in approval. “A little more work and you’ll be ready to take my thick cock.”
He works his fingers in and out of me for a little while longer, focusing on getting me where I need to be to take him. When he’s satisfied, he grabs a pillow and has me lift my hips off the bed so he can slide it underneath them to give himself a better angle.
He grabs the lube again, spreading it over his shaft before drizzling more over my tight hole. He tugs himself as he lines himself up.
“I’ll take it slow,” he says, breaking the frenzy for a moment. “Tell me if I’m hurting you at all.”
I nod, and Ari pushes inside.
His pace is agonizingly slow.
Too slow.
“Faster, Casanova. I’ve done this before; you won’t break me.”
His responding smirk makes my core throb, and he pushes the rest of the way inside me. “That’s my girl.”
His… girl?
Why do I like that?
“Ari… fuck.”
“You feel so fucking good, Luc. Holy shit.”
He pulls halfway out before pushing back inside more quickly than before.
“Yes…” I moan. “Have I told you how much I love your piercings?”
Ari presses his forehead against mine and laughs. “Every time I fuck you, sweetheart.” He thrusts a few more times, letting me adjust to feel him inside me before pulling out entirely. “Grab your vibrator, get on your hands and knees, and hold on to the headboard. It’s time to fill you up.”
I eagerly crawl down the bed and retrieve my vibrator from the black bag.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a yellow vibrator,” he says, taking note of the toy in my hand.
I shrug. “My favorite color.”
“Good to know.” I get into position in front of him, and Ari crawls up behind me. He rubs his hand up and down my back. “You ready for this?”
“I’ve been ready,” I chuckle. “Please just fill me up.”
He leans on top of me and nips at the shell of my ear. “Good girl. Love when you tell me what you want.”
Ari lines himself up with me again and pushes inside, facing no resistance from me this time since he’s already stretched me out.
“Ari…”
“Keep one hand on the headboard and push that toy in your cunt, Lucia. It’s time to take what you’ve been wanting.”
I reach my hand between my legs and push my vibrator inside, letting out a guttural moan as I do.
I’ve never felt so full, so perfectly full, before.
“Oh God…”
“Fuck yourself,” Ari commands, and I kinda wish it wasn’t so hot when he does that. “Come as you fuck yourself with a toy while I punish your ass. You’re so goddamn tight that I know I can’t last long.”
We fall into a perfect rhythm, Ari thrusting in as I pull out and vice versa.
“This is so good, baby,” I mutter through labored breaths.
“I can feel you pushing that vibrator, sweetheart. Feels so fucking good against my cock. Think you can take both of us in that pretty pussy someday?”
“Mhmm…”
“You’re getting close, aren’t you?” I whimper in response. “Feels that good having me in your ass that you’re already about to come again?”
“Yes! Oh my God, please don’t stop!”
“Not gonna stop,” Ari grunts, “until I feel you tighten around me. Until you scream out so loudly, the entire hotel knows that I make you feel good. I want them to know. I want them to know it’s me who does this.”
I’ve experienced it before, but it’s still crazy to me that an anal orgasm is so different than a vaginal or clitoral one. The sensation is entirely unlike the others, and I can come unaided.
Hell, I haven’t even turned my vibrator on, and I’m right on the precipice.
I meet Ari thrust for thrust, listening to his gasping breaths as he flirts with the edge of his own desire.
When I back up into him again, I tumble right over the edge, screaming so loudly that he might get his wish; the entire hotel might actually hear me.
Ari’s hips still as he pushes inside one final time, and he collapses against my back as he pulses inside me, filling the condom.
Part of me wishes I could feel him dripping out of me instead, but I keep that to myself.
When we both catch our breath, he slowly eases out of me, and I fall onto the bed in a post-orgasm high.
I can’t help but smile as Ari kisses the skin between my shoulder blades. The gesture feels intimate, and I like it more than I should.
He silently gets off the bed and comes back with a wet washcloth for me. He carefully runs it between my legs and my cheeks, cleaning up all of the mess created by my orgasm and the copious amounts of lube.
When I can finally form words again, I roll onto my back and smile at him.
“I think that might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
Ari looks surprised. “Better than the breath play orgasm?”
I bite my lip and nod. “I’m going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but it was so worth it for that.”
He chuckles before gathering our clothing from the floor, and he tosses mine to me.
I get myself dressed and go to stand up, but Ari sits me back down.
“Stay a little longer,” he says softly, almost nervously. “Rest a bit before you go back to your room.”
“I’d love to, but your room feels like a meat locker, Ari. I’m freezing.”
He rears his head back and laughs. He walks over to his dresser, pulls out an old and faded Stars hoodie, and tosses it to me. “That’ll help.”
“Fine,” I say, pretending I’m doing this just to appease him, even though we both know that’s not true. I pull the hoodie over my head and enjoy the feeling of the worn cotton. “I guess I can stay for a little bit.”
Ari smiles so brightly, and I feel it in my chest. He has such a beautiful smile.
He slides onto the bed next to me and pulls the covers over us.
“How about a couple of episodes of Modern Family?” he asks.
“Deal.”
He puts on one of our mutual favorite episodes, and I don’t even bat an eye when he throws an arm around my shoulders. He also doesn’t seem to mind when I rest my head on his chest.
We sit in silence now, enjoying each other’s company as we stare at the screen.
I pull the hoodie strings tighter, and I catch a whiff of the fabric when I do.
It smells like Ari.
I don’t think he’ll be getting this one back.