60. Maybe dont sit on that stool anymore
Chapter 60
Maybe don't sit on that stool anymore
Ariana
L il and I have only left the house once in over a week, and it’s wearing on us.
She flings herself onto the couch like a child. “Ugh. UGH! I just want to go somewhere, anywhere, without all the bullshit. I wish we didn’t have to do the whole security detail stuff. Dragging Luca around was bad enough?—”
“Hey!” Luca interjects. I kiss his cheek.
Lil continues as if he stayed silent. “But now we can’t go anywhere without a bunch of cars and men and guns.”
“I wish there was never a reason for any security detail in the first place.” Luca uses that tone that sounds like a growl and has a direct line to my clit. I try to ignore the shot of desire that pulses through me.
“Do you have a time machine?” I ask, trying to lighten his mood. “A phone booth, perhaps? Or a police box?”
“A DeLorean?” Lil adds.
“A hot tub?” we ask together.
“No,” Luca laughs. “I have none of those. ”
“Then, what good are you?” I poke him in the side.
“I’ll show you what good I am,” he says, pulling me onto his lap to nuzzle my neck as I giggle.
“We should introduce Luca to Doctor Who this week,” Lil says as she grabs the remote.
“You think I haven’t watched all the episodes?” he asks, obviously offended.
“Okay, so who’s your favorite Doctor?” Lil challenges.
“Peter Capaldi,” he replies as I snuggle my face into his neck, breathing him in. I’ve been more stressed than I thought I would be, with the wedding and the threats hanging over us, Luca’s fight, Lil’s sadness about having a hard time sleeping alone… it’s been a lot. Spending time in Luca’s arms, whether it’s cuddling, coming, or sleeping, helps me destress. I can’t wait to marry this man.
“You okay, baby?”
I nod against his neck, holding him close.
“Of course you would pick the grumpy one. Favorite companion?”
“River Song.”
Luca rubs my back as they continue talking. I must be more worn out than I realize because I doze off. Jolting awake, I blink sleepily, raising my head from Luca’s neck.
He smiles softly. “Hey, baby.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“A couple of hours. It’s almost time for dinner. Lil’s downstairs making Sully and Ford help her hang up all those Father’s Day decorations you ordered.”
“And you just sat here holding me the whole time?”
“I watched some TV,” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Like he’s not a fucking unicorn of a man. I roll my hips and he hardens against me.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I unzip his jeans. “Then I guess I should make this blowjob fast, huh? ”
He lifts his ass so I can tug his jeans and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. I love his cock. It’s long and thick and makes me feel so good. I lick the tip before trailing my tongue along the big vein that runs down his length.
“Fuck. Ari. Baby,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my hair. Wrapping my hand around the base, I take him into my mouth. I’m still working on getting the whole thing down my throat.
Tasting him and hearing him moan with his hands in my hair gets me so wet. I start sliding my free hand down past my waistband when Luca growls. “Don’t you dare touch your clit, Minx.” His breathing is rough. Uneven. I raise my gaze to his without taking his dick out of my mouth. His eyes are dark, and the way he looks at me makes my pussy even wetter. “You’re coming on my tongue, not your fingers.”
Do I like to be bossed around as a general rule? Fuck no. But it’s hot as hell when Luca bosses me around during sex.
It’s also hot when I boss him around. But I guess I’ll let him have this round. Pulling my hand from my pants, I hollow out my cheeks. It isn’t long before he comes with a roar. I swallow every drop he gives me and then lick his cock clean while he watches me like a goddamn predator.
I love it.
I’m doing an extra-thorough clean-up job, enjoying how hard he fights himself before finally deciding he’s done waiting. I squeal when he drags me up onto the couch with a growl and lays me on my back.
“I need to taste you.” My yoga pants and panties are gone in seconds. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, he dives into my pussy like he’s drowning and it’s air.
“Oh… holy shit.” I reach my hands above me, needing to hold onto something. Good god, he’s like a starving animal today, and I’m so wo rked up.
His lips lift away for a moment and I cry out at the loss. “What the fuck, Luca? I’m so close!”
“My hair, baby. Pull my fucking hair, please,” he begs.
My fingers tangle in his dark locks, twisting gently but firmly as he sucks my clit into his mouth. He knows how fast that sends me over the edge. I barely have time to come down from my high before he shifts his body into a sitting position on the couch, pulling me along like a rag-doll to straddle him. A precious rag-doll, but a rag-doll all the same. My hands are still in his hair, and his eyes roll back in his head when I sink down onto his cock with a moan.
How is he hard again already? Is it normal to have this much sex as newbies? Why am I questioning this right now?
I crush my lips to his, tasting myself on his tongue. Put that on the list of things I never thought I would like but actually can’t get enough of. Our moans are muffled by each other’s mouths as I ride him, his hips lifting to meet mine. It all feels so good, but I’m not there yet. When his movements turn frenzied, one of his hands leaves my ass and he finds my nipple through my shirt and bra. He pinches hard as he changes the angle of his hips, and I combust just before he does. Absolutely spent, I collapse against his chest. But he’s always ready to catch me. His arms wrap around my body, holding me safe while we both catch our breath.
“Fuck, did I hurt you, baby?” he murmurs.
“What?” I push myself up so I can see his face. His brows are drawn together, his eyes searching mine cautiously. “When?”
“I… I pinched you really fucking hard.” He runs his hand along my back, like he’s comforting me.
I shake my head. “Not too hard.” When he doesn’t look convinced, I place my hands on his cheeks. “I’m good, Beefcake.”
The wrinkle above his slightly crooked nose deepens. “You’d tell me, right? Ari, I need you to always tell me if you don’t like something or totally hate something. But especially if I’m ever too rough.” His voice is filled with dismay at the very thought.
Pressing my thumb against that crinkle, I gently rub it and it lessens by a degree. “I’ll tell you. I promised I would, remember? I like when you’re rough, though.”
“DeVille promise.” He raises a freshly-tattooed pinky and I wrap mine around it without hesitation. Bringing our linked fingers to his lips, he softly kisses mine.
Tightening the hold I have on his, I say, “You have to promise, too. I don’t want to find out in like ten years that I squeeze your balls wrong or that you can’t stand when I ask if you’re going to be a good boy.”
A groan escapes his lips and his cock jerks inside me at my words.
“Does it feel like I can’t stand it?”
I keep my eyes locked on his. “Promise.” It’s a demand and a plea.
He digs his other hand into the back of my hair, bringing our foreheads together. “Promise, Minx.”
Pressing my lips to his, I seal our promise with a kiss, and lean back with a smile. The sun streaming through the window hits me in the face. Oh my god, we’re in the living room in broad daylight.
“Shit, anyone could have walked in on us,” I hiss, my cheeks burning.
A sexy and contented grin spreads across his face. “I’m pretty sure they would have heard us before walking in here.”
“Well, I hope no one did.”
He kisses me and gently lifts me off of his lap, groaning as his dick slips out of my pussy. His cum follows, leaking onto the blanket I’m thankful we didn’t move. Cushion clean up doesn’t sound super fun .
“Baby, there’s no way anyone in this house thinks we don’t have sex.” Tucking himself away, he starts hunting down my discarded clothes.
“Knowing isn’t the same as hearing or seeing, Luca.”
“True.” He bends to pick up my leggings from the floor, giving me a perfect view of that toned ass of his, before standing with his hands on his hips looking around the room. “Where the fuck — oh, sneaky bastard!” Reaching up, he plucks my thong off the string of fairy lights around the top of a bookshelf.
He saunters over to me, twirling my panties around a finger with those elusive dimples on full display. Kneeling at my feet, he holds them open for me to step into.
My man is sweet.
And this is awkward.
“We need to wash that blanket.” I put my hands on his shoulders for balance as he helps me back into my clothes. “And be more careful about where we bone.”
He barks a laugh, but then frowns up at me. “Does that mean no more couch stuff?” he asks sadly, clearly devastated by the possibility.
I snort. “Doubtful.”
Over the next few days, we’re more cautious when we can’t keep our hands off each other, making sure no one will catch us if we’re quick.
He follows me into the bathroom in the middle of movie night and eats me out on the counter. I give him a blowjob in the game room. He fucks me against the wall in the pantry. I ride him in one of the recliners in the theater room. He even bends me over one of the stools in the kitchen, lifting my skirt and pulling my panties to the side while everyone else is outside by the pool. But he draws the line when I try to drag him into Dad’s office.
Thank god there aren’t any cameras inside the house, or Parker would be getting one hell of a free show. He would be horrified by what we did on the couch in the nerd room.
It doesn’t matter what Luca and I do or where we do it. It’s always amazing, even when things don’t go as planned. We’re exploring, finding and testing our boundaries together. Sometimes, it’s awkward or funny when we try something new, but I wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. I love the connection with him. He’s in my soul, completing me.
I can’t get enough of it. Neither can he. It’s like he can’t sleep if he doesn’t make me come first, usually multiple times. Then he wraps his arms around me and it’s my favorite place to be.
He kisses my scars every time he sees them. Luca doesn’t just say he loves me, he shows me. And this sweet man doesn’t complain when my best friend knocks on the door in the middle of the night because she’s lonely. He knows loneliness. He lived it for far too long. I love him even more, knowing he doesn’t want Lil to feel that way. We’ll do it as long as she needs it. Even if it’s forever.
After a mad rush of planning, there’s nothing to do on Thursday. Lil hasn’t been getting up early like she normally does. Long nights fighting with herself before waking us up have taken a toll. We crawl out of bed hours after Luca does, grab coffee, and retreat up to our living room to read. We’re both ready for some downtime. If books don’t work, I’ll hit up my craft graveyard and see if anything makes the dopamine rush. I kind of want to bust out the metal stamping stuff again.
Would Luca wear a necklace? ‘Property of Ariana DeVille’? Nah, too possessive. But he is mine, so… maybe. Or The Grim Goliath! Oh my god, do I have a frog stamp? Shit, I don’t think so.
I pull out my phone. I bet I can have one by the end of the day, though!