Chapter 26 Chiara
Chiara
Luka freezes when I kiss him. For a hot minute I think I’ve made a terrible mistake, but when I try to pull away, he grabs my head and returns the kiss. It turns hot and heavy within seconds.
His hands are all over me, over my tee, under my tee, grabbing at whatever bare flesh he can reach. I’ll have bruises in the morning, but I don’t care.
Yes, I recognize it’s unhealthy to use sex to distract him from his trauma, but he needs to get out of his head, as well as be reminded that I love him no matter what.
And I do love him. I said the words, and I meant them.
I never expected to fall in love with anyone, let alone Luka, but he’s a shining star in my fucked-up world. Luka is everything Angelo isn’t.
Luka’s open about his feelings. He has never tried to control me or tell me what to do. And he makes me happy.
He’s hard between my thighs. Our moans echo across the terrace. None of the guards are around. Or not visible anyway. But even if they were, I wouldn’t give a shit, just like I don’t care that the cameras are likely watching us.
“Fuck, Chiara, we probably shouldn’t…” Luka looks torn as he breaks away from me, but I grab a hunk of his hair hard enough to make him yelp.
“No. You need this,” I growl. I refuse to let him overthink what we’re doing, so before he can come up with any more reasons to push me away, I reach between us and pull his pants down.
His dick springs free, hard and hot in my hand.
He closes his eyes in anguish when I wrap my hand around his shaft and squeeze.
“This is mine,” I tell him. “All mine.”
And I mean it. No other woman gets to lay a finger on him from now on. Not in a sexual context. All the cougars who lust after him because of the thirst traps he posts can go fuck themselves with a cactus.
“I’m all yours,” he gasps when I squeeze harder while digging my nails in. His shaft thickens and leaks over my hand when I slide my fist up. “Please don’t stop.”
I’m desperate to feel him inside me, but that can wait. We have all night.
His abs clench as he fights the urge to come. With every pass of my hand, I squeeze a little harder, enjoying the way he gasps and moans under my less-than-gentle ministrations.
“Does this feel good, baby?”
“Fuck yes!”
Slick pre-cum coats my hand and his abs, gleaming silver in the moonlight.
Felix has gone. He’s probably hunting small creatures in the dark.
The cameras blink above our heads, reminding me Angelo and Kane could be watching us. I glance up and smile, just in case.
Luka watches me, his eyes near black in the low light, as I scoot back and lean down to lick his weeping dick. I use my tongue to clean up the drops of pre-cum oozing out, and he moans like I’m murdering him.
Damn, he tastes good. Salty with a hint of sweetness.
Like my favorite popcorn. My tongue swirls around his crown before I take him in my mouth as deep as I can manage without gagging.
When he hits the back of my throat, I pause, letting my tongue caress his shaft.
There’s not much room because he’s so big, but I’m determined to make this the best fucking blowjob he’s ever had.
I don’t have a ton of experience giving blowjobs, but I’ve watched plenty of porn and know the basics.
Luka grabs my head, his fingers curling through my hair. I wait for him to take control, but he doesn’t. He seems to want permission from me before he fucks my face, which I appreciate. Plenty of men wouldn’t bother asking; they’d take their pleasure with no fucks given.
I swallow around him, struggling to breathe, but I’m too focused on making this good for him to care.
“Peaches, I’m going to come if you don’t pull away,” he grits out, abs contracting hard as he fights his orgasm.
Since my mouth is too full to reply, I squeeze his balls and suck. He grips my hair tighter and then thrusts up, unleashing down my throat with a heartfelt groan. I swallow as fast as I can, but some of his release leaks out and dribbles down my chin in sticky rivulets.
When his cock finally softens, he sits up and pulls me up for a slow, filthy kiss, not at all bothered that I taste of him.
“Thank you,” he says when we break apart.
I chuckle. “No need to thank me. I wanted to make you feel better.”
“And I do,” he admits. Neither of us is dumb enough to think one blowjob has miraculously cured his trauma, but his eyes are brighter and his mood lighter.
“I don’t deserve you.”
The sadness in his voice slays me, and for the second time tonight, I wish a world of unending pain on the father who made his own son feel less than.
“You deserve everything this life offers, Luka, and if I have to tell you that every single day, I will.” And I mean it. It’s not like I have much else to do these days, so becoming Luka’s cheerleader is hardly a chore.
He snickers. “Does your cheer routine include blowjobs?” The lewd wink he gives me makes me belly laugh.
“It might,” I hedge before giggling some more.
“Good, because that was fucking amazing, peaches.” He chews his lip for a moment. “However…it has not escaped my notice that you haven’t come yet.”
Before I can protest, he flips us over until I’m lying under him. He yanks my shorts down and shuffles down the recliner so his head is between my legs.
I’m soaked. So keyed up from pleasuring him that it takes no effort at all to push me over the edge.
When I’m left a boneless, hot, sweaty mess, we lie tangled together under the stars, both sated.
Things are still not back to how they were, but at least Luka is no longer freezing me out.
His fingers stroke my hip while he rests his cheek on my breasts.
“I love you,” he repeats.
The words settle beneath my skin, and I smile up at the camera that winks in the corner, a reminder that we’re not alone out here, even if it feels like we are.
“I love you too.”
Then the glass door slides open behind us, and when I raise my head to see who’s here, I spot Angelo watching us. And from the sour expression on his face, he’s not happy.