54. Ari
fifty-four
Ari
The bed is empty when I wake up, and I immediately hate the feeling of not having Lucia next to me.
The Stars are off again today—one of those rare weeks where we get two days off since we only had a two-game series on Tuesday and Wednesday. My plan was to spend most of today in bed with Lucia, but I’m not sure I’m going to get my wish.
I get myself out of bed and pull on a pair of boxers and athletic shorts. I walk out into the kitchen, thinking I’ll find her there at the coffee pot, but it’s empty.
Where is she?
Just then, I hear a thud from down the hall, the sound coming from the gym.
There she is.
I hurry down the hall and find her on the other side of the gym, lifting weights.
God, it’s sexy how athletic she is.
“Morning, Spitfire,” I drawl, startling her. She’s so easy to sneak up on.
Lucia pulls out her earbuds and turns around to face me. “Do you always have to sneak up on me?”
I chuckle and pull her to me by her hips. “You weren’t in bed.”
“Just wanted to get a workout in.” Her tone isn’t convincing, but I don’t press it. “Did you miss me, Casanova?”
“You know I did,” I admit. “I like waking up with you beside me.”
“Sorry,” she sighs. “Just… wanted to get up.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Everything okay, though?”
She forces a soft smile. “Fine. Everything is fine.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
Lucia takes a deep breath and lets it out. “I’m going to get back to my workout.”
“Okay…” I make no attempt to move, so she backs up from me and turns around to finish her workout.
I just stand there and watch like a creep.
She makes a show of lifting the weights, knowing that I’m staring. She looks over her shoulder once and smirks.
And then she squats.
I’ve told her I can’t be here when she does those, so this is intentional.
Lucia is beckoning me without words to move closer, and like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn right in.
She gasps as I grasp her hips from behind, pulling her ass to rest against my hardening cock. “You know what that does to me, Spitfire.”
She rolls her hips over me, and I groan. “Maybe I do.”
“Are you trying to get me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Ari.”
“Lose your clothing,” I growl. “Then I want you on all fours as you stare at the mirror.”
We haven’t checked off mirror sex yet, so I think it’s time we do.
Lucia frantically removes her clothing as I free myself of mine, sliding in behind her from where she rests on the gym mat.
I lean over the top of her, brushing my lips over her ear. “Were you hoping I’d find you in here?”
“Kind of… now be a good boy, and fuck me, baby.”
I thrust inside of her completely, surprised by how wet she already is. “You’re fucking dripping, Luc.”
“I’m always dripping around you.” She moans as I pull out and thrust back in hard. “Yes, Ari!”
“I fucking love listening to you scream for me, sweetheart. Such beautiful sounds you make. Now, keep your eyes on the mirror. Watch me fuck you.”
“I want to watch you slide inside me,” Lucia pants. “That’s what I want to see in the mirror.”
“My dirty girl.” I nip her earlobe. “Come with me.” I help her stand and walk over to the weight bench.
It’s perpendicular to the mirror, so I sit on the end of it and pull Lucia on top of me, her back to my chest. “There you go, baby. Put my cock inside you. Watch in the mirror to see how fucking good it looks when your tight cunt swallows it.”
She grabs my shaft and positions herself on top of me, quickly sliding down and sheathing me in her. “Ari…”
“Move, sweetheart,” I urge her. “You look so sexy like this.” With her feet planted firmly on the ground, Lucia pushes herself up and down on my cock, using me like her own personal toy. “Just like that, baby. See how well you take my cock?”
“I love seeing your piercings disappear inside me, Ari. This is so hot.”
“Really fucking hot,” I breathe, eyes glued to the spot where we’re joined in the mirror. “Make us come, Lucia. I’ll use my tongue to clean you up after.”
She bounces on me relentlessly, taking me deep inside her every time she slides down on top of me. We’re moaning, writhing messes tangled together, waiting to reach our peak.
We reach them simultaneously, and Lucia takes everything I pump into her.
When we’ve caught our breath, I switch our positions, sitting her at the edge of the bench with her legs spread wide while I dive into her, using my tongue to swipe up the mixture of our cum leaking out.
Doing so pulls another orgasm out of her, and by the time I’ve finished, my face glistens with her arousal.
“Fuck, Luc.” I pull her down on top of me, resting us on the gym mat. “How does sex with you always get better?”
She leans down and kisses me, and I know she can taste the remnants of us on my tongue. “Because I’m the best you’ll ever have, Ari Morgan.”
She is, and we both fucking know it.
I’ll never get this feeling from anybody but Lucia.
That rush I feel when I first push inside her.
That intimacy we share every time I fill her with my cum.
The way my heart speeds up every time I hold her in my arms.
I’m so goddamn addicted to this woman.
Lucia and I lay there on the ground, tangled together and making out for I don’t know how long. We’re both enjoying the moment, though, so neither of us wants to stop.
We still do, eventually. I can’t literally be fused to her lips all day, no matter how much I want to be.
We get redressed in silence, but the air is much warmer now than it was when I came in. I know she was upset about something, but whatever it was doesn’t seem to be bothering her anymore.
“Well, I think that was enough of a workout,” Lucia laughs as she walks over to grab her phone.
“Happy to be your workout partner then,” I tease, and she smiles at me while shaking her head.
She looks at her phone screen now, and her face falls in confusion.
“What is it?” I ask, moving closer.
“Nothing,” she says quickly, setting her phone back down.
“Did Matt reach out to you again?” I ask, anger seeping through my tone.
“No,” she answers. “Matt’s blocked. I haven’t heard from him since you answered his call the other day.”
“Then what is it?” This time, my voice is laced with concern. Something feels off here.
“I just… got a text from somebody that I went out with once last spring,” she shrugs. “That’s all.”
“Who?”
“A guy named John. We went out for drinks once, but nothing moved beyond that. I was still reeling after Matt, and I didn’t want anything at the time.”
“Do you now?”
“Do I what now?”
“Want a relationship?” My voice is soft, almost weak.
“I’m open to a relationship with the right person.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Did John ask you on a date?”
“Yes.” Her voice is so quiet it’s almost inaudible, but I hear it.
A man she’d gone on a date with before just asked her out on another.
My heart beats erratically.
I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now.
Possessive but why?
I have no claim to her.
She’s not mine, and I don’t know if she’d even want to be.
So, I say the only thing I can think of at that moment.
“You should go.”