14. Confession
FOURTEEN
CONFESSION
KYLIE
I don’t want to give Luca any time to overthink and change his mind.
Now, if he revokes consent at any point? He wants to stop? We stop. But if the only thing stopping him from getting me off is the voices in his head telling a twenty-seven-year-old man that sex is dirty and bad and wrong, then fuck that. I want him. He seems to want me.
Let’s go.
As uncomfortable as the cot is, it’s wider than the couch. I want to be able to stretch out and not have to worry about rolling off if we get too into it. Once I point that out, Luca agrees, and the two of us head down to the basement together.
To be fair, I could snap a collar around his neck, lead him on a leash, and he’d follow me wherever I wanted him to go. The idea that I’m willing to let him eat me out has him nearly tripping over his feet on the way down, he’s that eager. Me? I’m so wet, I’m surprised I’m not squelching as my thighs rub together on the way down.
Once we’re there, I start shimmying off my leggings. I stopped wearing boots around the cabin because it helped Luca realize that I’m not about to run out into the snow in my sock-covered feet. I see another perk in that I don’t have to waste any time, unlacing my boots and shucking them. Oh, no. I just kicked off my leggings, sending them flying while I reach for my panties.
They’re the next to go, and as Luca watches my frantic motions with lust mingled with desire, I hop on one foot, then the other, until I’m completely naked from the waist down.
I jump on top of the bed, landing on my knees in my haste and my excitement. Flipping to my back, I scoot my bare ass against the rumpled sheet until I’m up against the headboard. I wrap my hands around two of the bars to give me something to hold onto.
Then, angling my body so that I’m in a comfortable position, I spread my legs wide open and tell Luca, “Whenever you’re ready, ace.”
His tongue darts out, swiping over the corner of his mouth. His eyes are locked on my open legs.
On my pussy.
He breathes in deep. “I’ve never seen one open like that in the flesh before.”
“You sure you can handle me?” I ask. I mean for it to be more a seductive tease, but my voice cracks just enough to be noticeable.
“Here’s something else you can learn about me,” Luca tells me, taking one step toward me, then another. “I’m a very fast learner. I was homeschooled. They didn’t teach me shit about the real world. I’ve had to learn it on my own. Books help. Going online helps. Videos… I’m a very visual learner.” The bed dips as he presses one knee to the mattress. “And I’ve watched a ton of porn.”
I giggle. “I’m sure your prophet wouldn’t be happy hearing that.”
“Probably not. He might not even know what porn is. We didn’t have computers in Donovan. I had to make up for a lot of lost time.” He grabs my ankle, moving me slightly so that he can fit his body between my legs. “So I might not have done this before, but I’m a pro at watching other guys do it.”
Using my other foot, I nudge him in the shoulder. “Just so you know, real life’s not like porn. Even if I gave a shit about shaving, there’s no razor here. I’ve got a bush.”
His eyes light up. “I know.”
“And some guys think it’s unpleasant.”
“I won’t be one of them,” he vows.
I don’t want to talk him out of this. He seems sure, and I am loving this cocky side of him. But at the same time, I don’t know if my overinflated sense of ego will ever recover if he hates it. “You sure about that, ace?”
“I already know that I like your taste,” Luca reminds me. “Besides, I don’t want to go down on a porn star. I want to go down on you .”
Before I can even give him a smart-ass reply—something like, what are you waiting for then —Luca bows down in front of my pussy, burying his face in my damp curls.
He might not have the experience when it comes to giving head, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would like my taste. My guy is slurping down there, and I might actually be a little embarrassed myself at how I fucking wet I am if it wasn’t obvious that he’s having the time of his life.
He licks. Sucks. Nuzzles. I can’t imagine how much hair he’s dealing with, plucking loose, getting in his teeth, but if it’s bothering him, you’d never know. In fact, when he isn’t using his tongue to gather up every drop I’m producing, he uses his teeth to nibble along my labia.
One hand is digging into my thigh as I start bucking against his motions. His other hand is grabbing me by the hood, holding me open so that he could target my clit.
I squeeze the bars, grunting and panting and holding on for dear life as he refuses to do anything but focus all of his attention on making me come. Every now and then, though, he comes up for air, almost as though he’s checking to make sure tha he’s doing all right, but when I snap his name, he goes right back to making me feel fucking amazing .
He blows a hot rush of air on my pussy.
“Do that again,” I order.
He does.
I throw my head back. “No way,” I pant. “No way this is your first time.”
He nuzzles me again. “Told you, baby. I’m a quick learner.”
Baby? Know what? In this moment, while I’m seconds away from climaxing, I’ll be whatever the fuck he wants me to be…
“Of course, it helps that it’s you. I swear to fucking God, there’s nowhere I’d rather be than between these thighs,” he murmurs, and I gasp as I get Luca St. James to blaspheme. “Fuck, you taste delicious. I knew you would.”
I want to remind him that he already got a hint when he ate the cucumber, but he uses his teeth to scrape my clit and, whoopsie, all I can manage is a high-pitched squeal in response.
“That feel good?”
My throat is raw from the squeal. “You know it did. Keep going. I’m so fucking close.”
He stops.
If I had my knife nearby, I might’ve stabbed him. “What the fuck? Didn’t you hear me? I said keep going.”
Unless—
Unless he wants to stop.
Damn it!
I release the bars. “You suck, dude. Get me all worked up, then stop right in front of the finish line.”
“What? No. No , baby. I’m no stopping.”
He’s not? I’m not so sure about that since he’s climbing up from his place between my thighs. And look… now he’s gesturing for me to… to…
“What? Why do you want me to get up?”
“Just do it.”
Whoa. I’ve never had Luca be so forceful with me before… and I like it.
He wants me up? Sure. I can do that.
My legs shaky, my lower gut tight and achy from unfulfilled need, I push myself up and off of the bed.
As soon as I’m standing, Luca drops down on the bed himself, flat on his back. “Okay. I’m ready. Sit on me.”
Oh. Oh .
“Are you kidding? You want to suffocate, ace?”
“I can’t think of a better way to go,” he says earnestly, tapping his shoulders. “But if I’m only going to experience this once, I’m going to make this something for both of us to remember. Put your knees there. I want you full pussy on my face.”
I don’t know why he thinks this is a one-and-done. For as long as we’re here, I don’t see why we can’t do this again and again and?—
I must’ve reacted too slowly for him. Before I know it, he’s sitting up, grabbing my hand, tugging me back onto the bed. Once I’m there, he shifts his hold, hefting me up by the waist, and dropping me right on top of his face like he wanted.
In this position, Luca almost instantly finds my entrance and, I don’t know how he manages it, but he curls his tongue and basically fucks me with it.
I don’t have to worry about him suffocating after all. He just uses his tongue, so his nose is clear to breathe anyway, until I’m squealing his name, writhing on his face, wringing every last bit of my orgasm out.
Only then, when I’m limp and sated, well-pleasured and inexplicably content, do I make sure that Luca is doing okay.
His lips are shiny with my juices. They glisten beneath the dim light in the basement as I slide down his chest so that I can face him.
Curving his arm around me, keeping me connected to him as he pushes himself up into a seated position, Luca tugs me onto his lap.
There’s no escape—and, like always, nowhere I want to run to anyway.
He presses a sweet kiss to my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispers husky against my sweat-slicked skin.
No, Luca. Thank you .
He looks dazed. Almost as though he got more enjoyment than I did. As if kissing my pussy is all he’s ever wanted to do…
He kissed my pussy. My cheek, too.
Laying my hand on his, I close the gap between us, pressing my lips to his.
I immediately taste myself on his mouth. I could give a fuck. Right now, all I want to do is find some intimacy with Luca, and since he’s not ready for what I want, I give him what I need.
I kiss him.
His kiss is as charmingly awkward as it is eager, and that makes it even more special when it’s done.
I hear his swallow in the sudden quiet before he whispers, “You didn’t have to do that.”
Right. Like he didn’t have to make me go off like a rocket, right?
I curl myself up on his chest. I can’t help it. I’ve always been my most vulnerable after sex. That’s why I’ve stuck with one-night-stands lately. There’s nothing but raw attraction—or even just basic lust—when I pick out a guy, fuck him senseless, and then go on my way. Things get iffy when emotions are involved.
And, somehow, some way, emotions have gotten involved with Luca.
“There’s something about you, ace…”
His arms wrap around me. I notice he was hesitant at first, but when I laid my head against him, he completes the circle.
I can’t see his face. That makes it so much easier to tell him things I wouldn’t have if that hadn’t just happened. “I know you can’t help but wonder why I’m okay staying here. The truth is, I’ve been bouncing from place to place for years now. For work… to get away from my family’s expectations for me… I’ve just been gone. But now… yYou make me want to settle down.”
There. I’m attracted to Luca. I wish it was just sex, but it’s never been just sex with him. It’s the way he takes care of me, no matter why he does. It’s how good he seems, and how his biggest rebellion against a fucked-up childhood is getting a tattoo and breaking archaic church doctrine.
“I should hate you for it,” I murmur. “I should hate you for keeping me here, but I think we both know I could leave anytime I want. Sure, Devil would shoot me?—”
He squeezes me. “I wouldn’t let him.”
My laugh is hollow. “You’re just saying that because I just rode your face like a fucking cowgirl.”
I shake, and it takes me a second to realize that I am because he’s shaking his head so roughly, the motion travels down his body. “It’s not just that. You said there’s something about me? Well, there’s something about you.” He rests his forehead against the side of my head. “I asked him if I could have you. That’s the truth for me, baby. I saw you… I wanted you. Not just because I didn’t want to see Devil kill you. I watch Devil kill all the time. But you… you were different.” A sigh, and then another confession: “I want to keep you.”
That’s enough to have me pushing against him, breaking against his hold, so that I can see the seriousness written in every line of his face. “And what? Marry me so that you can fuck me? Is that your endgame?”
He’s quiet. Holy shit! Maybe I am being too emotional right now, but I think he would. This man I barely know would marry me just so we could fuck.
As much as you’d think otherwise, it’s never just been about sex to me. Is that what it is for Luca?
If so…
“You don’t have to get married to have sex,” I tell him firmly.
It would be so much easier he agreed. Only he doesn’t. He just mutters, “ I do,” and I know he’s not doing it to be a wise ass. He means it. He’s really going to wait until he’s married.
I think about it for a second. “When you say ‘sex’, we’re talking PIV, right? Dick in pussy? What we just did… that didn’t count?”
It’s his turn to mull over my words. “Right.”
“If you got me another cucumber and fucked me with it? Still good?”
His answer comes quicker this time. “Yes.”
I have one more question for him: “Are you ready to let me go?”
This is the longest pause. Finally, he says, “I don’t know if you noticed earlier, but it was beginning to snow… the weather forecast calls for four to six inches. It wouldn’t be safe to drive down the mountain in that. Plus, Christmas is in two days. You told me you don’t really care about it. I have no plans… we can spend it up here, watching the snow fall and sitting in front of the fire.”
And maybe doing some of those things I mentioned that don’t break Luca’s promise to himself…
“When you put it like that, I guess we’ll be sticking around a little longer.”
I just wonder how much longer it will be.