41. This couch has seen some things
Chapter 41
This couch has seen some things
Ariana
L il was right; it was the shortest hoodie day I’d ever had, and it was all because of Luca. He was determined to make sure I felt safe, loved, and comforted from the moment he realized something was wrong.
That’s not to mean my family doesn’t do that. They do. Without them, I would never have taken the hoodie off that first time. But Luca brings it all to a new level.
Falling asleep in his arms was like finding another piece of me. I want to do it again, this time without the hoodie. I want to do everything with him. I’m still nervous about showing him my scars, but I’m working on that. Currently, I’m trying to find the balls to just strut into his room and take my shirt off.
We were now ‘kissing out in the open,’ as Lil called it, and more comfortable touching each other around everyone else. I mean, the man carried me around the house and no one batted an eye, so they didn’t seem very surprised to see us holding hands or kissing now. Not sleeping next to him Monday night sucks. But the thought of not sleeping next to Lil also sucks. My brain is conflicted.
Lil and I meet Luca in the gym for a couple of hours Tuesday morning. It’s even harder to concentrate around him with his shirt off now. I want to climb him like a horny koala.
While we’re taking a water break, my phone lights up with a text.
“We get to babysit Callie tomorrow night!” I say as I respond to Danielle.
“The little girl from the party who said Lil is a troublemaker?” Luca asks
“Callie said what? Oh, she is such a goober!” Lil says with a laugh.
I hardly hear her because Luca raises his water bottle to his lips and takes a drink. I watch his throat work as he swallows and have to resist the urge to jump on him.
“Drink your water, Minx.” He shoots me a smug smirk. Fuck. He knows exactly what I was doing.
I wrinkle my nose, grabbing my own bottle. “Water… yuck.”
It’s well after midnight when Luca comes upstairs, and he’s wearing a different shirt than he was when I saw him last. He’s wearing sweats instead of the jeans he was earlier, too. I don’t question it. The crew does some messy shit. It’s part of life here in the DeVille house, and it doesn’t faze me.
He sits next to me and pulls me into his lap, kissing me gently. “You look half asleep, baby.”
“I’m mostly asleep at this point.” I yawn. “But I didn’t want to go to bed without a kiss. ”
He smiles and leans in again, pressing his lips against mine.
Lil groans from the other side of the couch. “Okay, so now we can go to bed, right?” She turns off the movie we weren’t paying much attention to and heads straight for the shower. Lil hates going to bed without taking a shower first unless she’s drunk. Drunk Lil gives no fucks.
When I grab Luca’s bicep to pull myself up, he flinches. I immediately let go and pull the short sleeve up, revealing a bandage wrapped around his arm.
“What’s this?” Panic courses through me, and I look him over for signs of more wounds.
Okay, so one thing about our lives fazes me, and that’s the people I love getting hurt. I shift my body until I’m straddling his lap, leaning over his reclined form, and start lightly touching his shoulders, his chest, and his other arm. I’m reaching for the hem of his shirt when he takes my chin in his hand and gently tips my face up. My teary eyes meet his.
“There’s just the one, and it’s barely more than a scratch. I promise.” His hand moves from my chin to the back of my neck, and he tenderly pulls me toward him until my forehead rests against his. “I’m fine, Ariana.”
He calms me with his words. With the multiple points of contact between us. With the truth in his eyes. I release the breath I’m holding and nod. Then I kiss him. Hard. I pull away and cup his cheeks in my hands. Emotions bubble up, trying to burst out of my lips. And I don’t want to hold them back.
“I love you.”
His eyes go wide and dark. His hand on the back of my neck tightens, and he pulls me to him again. Our mouths are wild as our tongues tangle and teeth clash, and we’re both breathless when we break apart.
“My fearless warrior goddess said the thing I’ve been too fucking scared to say. ”
“Is that your way of saying you love me, too?” I wiggle my eyebrows with a smirk.
“I love you, Ariana Ray DeVille, with everything that I am.” In an instant, our mouths are locked again. Our breath is ragged, our movements frenzied as we touch each other. I slide my hand beneath the waistband of his sweats and find no other fabric barrier. He hisses against my lips as I grasp his hard cock.
Holy shit, I’m touching his cock!
He groans when I drag my hand down to the base and then up to the tip, slick with pre-cum. His hand skates along my thigh and slips into my sleep shorts and then my panties. He trails a finger through the wetness there, gliding easily up to my clit. Fuck, it feels so good when he touches me. A gasp escapes my lips when he pushes a finger inside me, then a second, stretching me gently. When he pumps them in and out, his thumb pressing against my clit, my body moves along with him. I grind down and throw my head back.
“That’s it, baby,” he grits out, his voice low and gravely. “Fuck my hand. I want to feel you come around my fingers.” A shudder runs through me at his words, and my orgasm builds quickly. A month ago, I could barely get him to talk, and now he’s telling me to come while his fingers are inside me.
I almost forget what I’m doing, lost in the pleasure. But I’ve still got my hand wrapped around his dick and start pumping it. I’m close. So goddamn close. I slam my mouth back on his, tangling my other hand into his hair. He likes it a little rough and I’m more than happy to give him what he wants. We’re so wound up it only takes a few more seconds to send us both over the edge. I fall first, but he’s right behind me. My walls clench around his fingers. Warm cum spurts into my hand. Our cries of release are whispered into each other’s mouths like a wish. Like a song. Like a promise.
We’re still breathing heavily when his fingers slip out of me. I whine, immediately wanting them back. He slowly brings his hand to his mouth as he holds my gaze. “I know I said I would have my head between your thighs the next time I tasted you, but I can’t resist.” He pops his fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.
I almost come again from the sight alone.
With the tiny bit of my brain that’s working, I say, “Me, neither.” Unwrapping my hand from his still half-hard cock, I pull it out of his pants and slowly trail my tongue along my palm. It’s musky and salty and a little bitter, but the way his eyes are locked on me as I lick his cum off my hand makes me want to have it for dessert every damn night.
He groans and pumps his hips up into mine, pulling me in for another kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue, mixing my flavor with his in our mouths, his mostly-hard cock pressing against my wet pussy through our clothes, brings me to a second orgasm that catches me off guard. I’m shaking and whimpering in his arms, crying out his name into his mouth.
“You coming is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He holds me as my body calms down, his arms around my waist, my face nestled in the crook of his neck. In his arms, I feel safe. I feel loved. I feel… complete.
After I shower and quietly climb into bed, Lil rolls over to face me. “I bet a million bucks you’ve moved past kissing.” She grins like a lunatic.
“I plead the fifth.”
Lil snorts, and I smile. I’ll transfer a million to her account tomorrow.