Chapter 8 Luca
Luca
Morning sunlight streams through the massive windows when I wake up, golden light everywhere. The city's already awake below us, but up here it's quiet except for soft breathing.
Rebecca's pressed against my side, warm and soft, still asleep.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
On her other side, Leo's got his arm draped over her waist. James is on the edge, one hand resting on her hip even in sleep. Like even unconscious we can't stop touching her.
I don't blame us.
Last night was… fuck. Watching Leo and James take her together while I kissed her, touched her, came with her. I'm never going to forget that. The way she looked at me when she came apart. The sounds she made.
But watching isn't the same as having her. And I need to have her to myself.
My cock's already half-hard just thinking about it, which is ridiculous considering we barely slept.
Rebecca stirs, makes this small sound, and her eyes flutter open to focus on me.
"Morning, beautiful," I say quietly.
"Morning." Her voice is wrecked, rough, sexy as hell. "What time is it?"
"Early. Maybe seven." I brush hair from her face. "How you feeling?"
She shifts and stretches like a cat. "Thoroughly satisfied."
I grin at that. "Good. But now I want my turn."
Her eyes light up with interest. "Oh?"
"Shower," I say. "Just a shower. Let me wash you. Take care of you." I pause, grin wider. "And if you're up for it, let me have you."
"Just us?"
Just us. Finally.
"Just us." I kiss her softly. "What do you say?"
She considers this, then nods with a smile. "I'd like that."
"Good." I slide out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake the other two. "Come on."
She takes my hand and stands, moving into my arms. I wrap her waist for support as we head to the bathroom.
Perfect. She's so fucking perfect.
The bathroom's ridiculous, all marble and glass. I turn on the shower, adjust the temperature, then help her step inside.
She sighs when the hot water hits. "This feels incredible."
"Good." I step in behind her. "Let me wash your hair."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." I reach for the shampoo, pour it into my hands, and start working it through her hair. My fingers massage her scalp. "Want to take care of you."
She melts under my touch, makes that sound again—the soft one that goes straight to my dick.
Fuck. That sound.
"That feels amazing," she murmurs.
"Good. That's the goal." I work the shampoo through thoroughly. "Making you feel amazing. In every possible way."
When I rinse her hair, she leans back against me, trusting me to support her. I love how she does that, how she relaxes with us. I reach for conditioner but she stops me, turns to face me with water streaming down her face.
"My turn," she says.
"Your turn for what, beautiful?"
"To make you feel good." Her eyes drop down my body and land on my cock, already hard. She bites her lip. "Can I...?"
Oh fuck yes.
"You want to?"
She nods, biting her lip. "If that's okay. I just… I'm still not very good at it. Even after last night with Leo, I—"
"Stop." I cup her face gently. "You're incredible at it. Everything you do is incredible."
"But…"
"No buts. You're perfect." I stroke her cheek. "But if you want tips, I'll help. Show you what I like. Deal?"
She takes a breath. "Deal."
"Then get on your knees for me, beautiful. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
She sinks down slowly, water streaming over both of us. I brace one hand against the tile because the sight of her kneeling. Looking up with those eyes, water on her lashes is even better than watching her take Leo and James last night.
Holy shit. So beautiful like this.
This is just for me.
"You're gorgeous like this." My free hand slides into her wet hair, gentle. "Do you know how sexy you look?"
She shakes her head.
"Well you are. Last night I got to watch. This morning you're all mine."
Mine. Just mine right now.
She reaches for me and her hand wraps around my cock, warm and perfect. I groan.
"That's it. However you touch me, it's good."
She strokes slowly, learning me, then leans forward and licks the head.
"Holy fuck, yes. Just like that, beautiful."
"Tell me what you like," she says, looking up at me.
"Everything. I like everything." My hand tightens slightly in her hair. "But if you want specifics, take me in your mouth. As much as you can."
She does, her lips closing around me—hot and wet and perfect—and my knees go weak.
Fuck. So good.
"Perfect. You're so fucking perfect," I tell her, keeping my voice encouraging. "Now move. Use your tongue."
She follows my instructions, getting more confident with every stroke. Every time she does something that makes me groan, I feel her get bolder.
"That's my good girl," I praise.
She hums around me and the vibration shoots through my body.
Oh. She really likes being praised. Noted.
"You're amazing at this. Doing so fucking well for me."
She takes me deeper, more confident now.
"Use your hand on what you can't fit," I guide, voice getting rougher. "Stroke while you suck. Yeah, just like—Holy fuck, exactly like that."
She finds her rhythm quickly. The combination of her mouth and hand, the sight of her on her knees, the water beating down on us. I'm not going to last.
"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," I tell her, the words coming out raw now, unfiltered. "So fucking perfect. Taking me so well. Such a good girl."
The praise spurs her on and she takes me deeper, works me faster. My control is slipping away fast.
"Bec, I'm close. You need to… if you don't want me to come in your mouth…"
She doesn't pull off. Instead she looks up at me with those eyes and takes me even deeper.
Holy shit.
"You want me to come down your throat?" I can barely get the words out. "Want to swallow every drop?"
She hums affirmatively and I'm done.
My orgasm slams into me. I come hard, groaning her name, and she takes it all, every drop, like it's exactly what she wanted.
Fuck. She's perfect.
When she finally pulls off, licking her lips, I nearly collapse.
"Holy shit," I manage. Words are difficult. "You're…. that was..."
She grins up at me, pleased with herself. "So I'm good at it?"
"Good?" I pull her to her feet and crash my mouth to hers. "Beautiful, you just ruined me. Watching last night was incredible, but having you like this. Just us is even better."
"Really?" she asks against my lips.
"Really." I kiss her again, deeper. "Now my turn to make you feel good."
She smiles against my mouth. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"Let me worry about that." I turn her to face the wall and press her palms flat against the tile. "Just feel."
I drop to my knees behind her, spread her legs wider, and the angle gives me perfect access. I don't waste time.
Need to taste her. Need to make her come.
She cries out, hands scrabbling against the tile.
"That's it. Let me hear you, beautiful."
I work her with my tongue and fingers, and she's already getting wetter, responding beautifully. I love how responsive she is, how her body keeps responding no matter how many times we've already made her come.
"Luca, please—"
"Please what?"
"I need—I want you inside me. I want to feel you."
I stand and press my body against her back. She's slick and warm and trembling. "You want me to fuck you?”
"Yes. Please."
I reach around and palm her breast, roll her nipple roughly between my fingers until she gasps. "I'm going to lift you up. Pin you against this wall and fuck you. Wrap your legs around me. Can you do that?"
"I'm too heavy—"
"Stop." I turn her around to face me and cup her jaw firmly. "Do you have any idea how much I've been dying to have you like this? To hold you exactly where I want you while I fuck you?"
So tired of her doubting herself. She's perfect.
"But—"
"No buts. I want this. Want you in my arms, I want to feel every inch of you wrapped around me." I kiss her hard. "Now let me show you."
I lift her, she gasps and her legs wrap around my waist. Her back hits the tile and I hold her there, bracing one hand against the wall.
Perfect. Fuck, she's perfect like this.
"See?" I grind against her. "This is exactly what I wanted. You feel fucking incredible."
"Condom," she remembers, breathless.
Shit. Right.
I set her down carefully. "Stay right there."
I practically run out dripping everywhere and grab a condom from the counter.
Leo and James are awake now, watching, both grinning.
"In a hurry?" Leo drawls.
"Fuck off," I say, but I'm smiling.
Back in the bathroom, Rebecca's waiting, still wet, still perfect, laughing at my urgency.
"Eager?" she teases.
"You have no idea." I roll on the condom and lift her again, this time ready. "Got to watch last night. Now I get to feel you. Just me inside you."
Just me. Finally just me.
She wraps around me and when I push inside, we both groan. The angle is perfect, deep, hitting spots that make her eyes roll back.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." I start to move, hips snapping forward. "So wet. So tight. Taking me so perfectly."
"Luca." Her head falls back against the tile, exposing that throat. "God, you're so deep."
"Good. Want you to feel me everywhere, want you to be marked by me, by all of us.
" I drive into her harder, one hand braced against the wall, the other gripping her ass and holding her exactly where I want her.
"I want you to remember this tomorrow. Remember how good we make you feel.
How perfect you are. How much we want you. "
Tomorrow. Fuck. Tomorrow she's gone.
"I will. I am. It's so—oh God, right there—"
I adjust slightly and hit that spot that makes her cry out. "Here? This the spot?"
"Yes, yes, don't stop, please don't stop—"
"Never." I'm pounding into her now, the sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoing off the tile. "Come for me, beautiful. Want to feel you squeeze my cock. Want to hear you scream my name."
"I'm so close—"
"I know. Can feel you. Getting so tight around me." I slide my hand between us and find her clit, pressing hard. "Come. Now."
She detonates, crying out so loud I'm sure the entire floor can hear. Her pussy clenches around me rhythmically and I lose it, coming with a roar of her name and my orgasm slamming through me.
Mine. Fuck, mine. Even just for today.
We stay frozen like that, both shaking, water still pounding down. Then I carefully lower her and make sure her legs will hold her.
They barely do.
"You okay?" I brush soaked hair from her face.
"Perfect." She's flushed, glowing, wrecked.
I kiss her, soft this time. "You're incredible. So fucking incredible."
I wash her hair again, take my time, make sure she's clean and steady. We dry off with those ridiculously soft towels.
When we come out, James and Leo are still in bed, waiting and watching.
"Good shower?" James asks, amused.
"The best." I guide Rebecca back to bed.
She crawls between them and I follow, all of us tangling together.
"What time do we have to check out?" Rebecca asks sleepily.
"Eleven," Leo says. "We've got a few hours."
"Good." She yawns. "Because I need a nap before facing the real world again."
Real world. Checkout. Leaving.
"Sleep now," James says, pulling the covers over us. "We'll figure out the real world later."
She drifts off quickly, safe between us.
And as I lie there watching her breathe, I realize something.
I don't want to figure out the real world later. I don't want this to end. I don't want to say goodbye at eleven.
I don't want this to end at checkout.
But that's what we agreed. Only for tonight. Only for the weekend.
So I push the thought away and just hold her.
For now, this is enough.
It has to be.