41. Lucia
forty-one
Lucia
I’ve never felt anticipation like this before.
Like Ari said, we stay a while longer to really celebrate Josh and Ella. We’re all unbelievably excited for them.
But as soon as the moment presents itself, Ari all but yanks me out of there to take me home.
There’s a feral need in his eyes, and I know that whatever is waiting for me at home will be better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
He pulls into his reserved parking space in the underground garage, and we both hurriedly step out of his Aston Martin and make our way over to the elevator.
As soon as the doors close behind us, Ari has me pressed up against the wall with his lips on mine. My hands are in his hair as his tongue explores my mouth, sweeping over me until the charge between us is palpable.
It feels like something shifted tonight, and I think that shift was caused by our friends’ pregnancy announcement.
When we get to the top floor, he takes my hand in his and leads me off the elevator over to the penthouse door.
If I thought he was relentless before, I was mistaken because once we’re inside, he throws all caution to the wind.
The kisses are deep and frenzied, and the tension between us is building into a crescendo, one we’ll take the leap off of together.
I nip Ari’s bottom lip, and he moans in response.
“Fuck,” he breathes, fire burning in his eyes. “I need you, Lucia.”
“So have me,” I reply. “Fucking have me, Ari.”
His response is to kiss me harder than before, pick me up off the ground, and wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us toward my bedroom.
Or so I thought.
I’m caught by surprise when we pass my door and head straight for Ari’s.
“Your room?” I ask, voice breathy, as we cross the threshold.
“My room,” he murmurs. “I need to see you in my bed tonight, sweetheart.”
My heart swells.
I don’t know what this means to him right now, but I know for a fact that he’s never brought a woman into his bedroom before.
I’m the first.
I can’t help but be overwhelmed by that.
Ari lays me down on his bed, and I sink into the plush mattress, surrounded by the deep green duvet cover.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, breaking our kiss to look down at me. “You look really fucking good in my bed.”
I slip my hands under the cotton of his T-shirt. “Think I’ll feel as good in your bed, baby?”
“No,” he smirks. “I think you’re going to feel even better.”
Ari pulls my sweater over my head before grabbing his own shirt by the back of the neck and pulling it off.
God, that’s hot.
His tongue darts out to wet his lip. “You look so sexy in lace.”
“But I look best when it’s off, right?”
Ari’s face softens, taking on a much more tender expression. “You look good no matter what, Luc. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing.” He leans down to kiss me gently. “But you do absolutely look good when you’re naked.”
I can’t help but laugh. “So do you, Casanova. Why don’t you remind me of what that looks like?”
His responding smirk is deadly. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
We can’t get the remainder of our clothing off fast enough, both of us so overcome with desire for each other.
Once I finally peel off my thong, Ari positions my head on the pillows, resting me in the middle of his bed.
He kisses me again before trailing them down my body. I open my legs for him, and he rests his face between them, but he doesn’t use his tongue.
He takes his thumb and swipes it through my center, eyes glued to the spot. “Such a pretty pussy,” he coos, tone gentle but still demanding. “This pretty pussy wants a baby, doesn’t it?”
My breathing falters.
It seems like I was right earlier. Everything between us tonight was brought on by our friends’ announcement.
I must take too long to reply because Ari prowls up my body, nipping at my bottom lip. “Answer me, Lucia. You want a baby, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answer, absolutely breathless right now.
His lips brush over mine. “Would you want one with me?” His eyes meet mine, and I can see the vulnerability swirling within them.
I know what he’s heading toward, but he’s still making sure the fantasy involves him.
I nod. “Yes.”
He tries to hide the delight on his face.
His happiness at my response seems… genuine. Like he’s considering the actual possibility of us having a child together.
And based on the possessive look in his eyes, Ari doesn’t at all hate the idea of that happening.
His forehead falls against mine. “I’m clean, Luc. I got tested right before I left for Korea. You’re the only person I’ve been with since then.”
“I’m clean, too,” I reply, eyes fluttering closed. “I got tested after I left Matt. It’s just been you since. I have an IUD as well.”
“Can we try it then?” he asks, not specifying what he’s asking for because he knows I already know.
I smile at him softly. “Which one of us is supposed to have the breeding kink?”
Ari laughs and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m starting to think it’s both of us.” He takes a deep breath. “I want you to know that I haven’t done this before. I’ve always used a condom.”
“So have I,” I admit. Without hesitation, I add, “But I want this with you, Ari. Take me bare. Fill me up when you come inside me. I won’t waste a drop.”
Without a word, Ari positions himself between my thighs, running the head of his cock through my wetness.
Normally, I need some foreplay to be ready, but everything about tonight has me ready to go without any help.
With his forehead still pressed against mine, Ari slowly starts pushing inside me, and I gasp at the first sensation of the cool metal of his piercings as they slide against me without a latex barrier. I’ve never felt anything like this.
I grow even more fond of the feeling as he slides in completely, and I feel all five of his piercings inside me.
“Lucia…” he breathes, seemingly overwhelmed by what he’s feeling.
“Ari…” I whisper as I press a hand to his cheek, needing to ground myself to him right now.
“This is incredible. You feel incredible.”
“So do you, baby.”
He smiles in disbelief, almost like he can’t believe this is happening.
Ari slides out before slamming back inside, and we moan in unison.
“Jae-Hyun…”
As soon as the name slips off my tongue, his eyes go hazy with lust. Calling him his birth name stirs up something wild within him, and I love to make him crazy for me.
“You’re a perfect girl, Lucia. So ready for me to fill you up, give you the baby we’re both wanting.”
My eyes snap to his.
Both?
This doesn’t sound like it’s just a fantasy.
I think he might actually want this.
Up until right now, I didn’t think Ari even wanted kids.
Something changed in him, and it’s making it harder to keep things just physical between us.
“Yes,” I moan, finally acknowledging what he said. “Give me everything you have. I want your baby, Ari.”
His hips start pounding faster. “That’s what you want, huh? You want everyone to know who bred this pussy, Luc? How this cunt begs for my cum?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck…” he groans before pressing his lips to mine. “I fucking want that, sweetheart. Take me nice and deep. Enjoy the feeling of my cum filling you up, knowing that I’m dreaming about the day I actually get to.”
“Ari…” His name is one of the only words I can manage right now. He’s rendering me speechless with everything he’s saying.
“How do you like that? Turns out this kink is indeed mutual, baby. Goddamn, I want to put a baby inside you.”
We’re officially past the fantasy.
This is a confession.
“Then do it,” I assert, clinging to him as his thrusts become more erratic. “Quit dreaming about it and put a fucking baby inside me.”
I know he literally can’t do that right now, no matter how much I demand it, but I also know how much he loves me telling him what to do.
“I will.”
Another confession. A promise.
Everything is going to be different after tonight, and I hope he doesn’t regret that come morning.
Ari brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing me as I completely lose myself in him.
“Oh, Jae-Hyun…”
“Fuck!” he cries, pounding into me frantically. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming!”
The combination of his thumb pressing on my clit and the feeling of his warm cum inside me is exactly what it takes for me to fall apart, clenching around his throbbing cock as we both ride out what are probably the most intense orgasms of our lives.
Once we catch our breath, Ari eases himself out of me. I feel his release start to trickle out, so I take two fingers and stuff them inside my swollen pussy.
His eyes go wide, and I smile softly. “I promised you I wouldn’t waste a drop.”
“God, Lucia.” He descends on me, kissing me deeply as our tongues dance together.
Even after what we just did, we still can’t be close enough.
Another few minutes, and we finally break apart again.
Ari sighs. “The last thing I want to do is clean my cum out of you, but I know I have to.”
I laugh gently. “Just fill me up again tomorrow.”
“I’m insatiable for you now,” he smiles, and my body warms all over. “I’ll fill you up every chance I get.”
With a final kiss, Ari stands from the bed and heads into the bathroom, coming back out with a warm, wet washcloth. He carefully runs it between my legs as the last of his cum slips out.
He helps me sit up, and I stand to get dressed, but he pulls me back down beside him. He brushes the hair out of my face before resting his hand on my cheek. “Stay with me tonight.”
One of our rules when this began was no sleepovers. We’ve held steadfast to that with every hookup we’ve had. I even turned him down when he drunkenly asked me to stay in Bradenton.
But none of that crosses my mind before I say, “Okay.”
Ari’s smile is so sweet.
Everything about this is dangerous.
Sleeping with Ari is one thing.
Sleeping beside Ari seems more… intimate somehow.
It doesn’t stop me, though, from crawling under the covers beside him, resting my head over his heart as he holds me close.
It’s dangerous, but I’ve always liked a little bit of danger.