70. Snack attack!
Chapter 70
Snack attack!
Ariana
I must fall asleep because I wake up when Luca lifts me from Lil’s bed. A happy humming sound escapes me as I wrap my arms around his neck and snuggle against him.
“Hi, baby.” He kisses my forehead and carries me to our room. There’s not much I love more than him kissing my forehead and calling me baby.
After laying me on the bed, he goes to close both bedroom doors. “I need to take a shower,” he says when he gets back.
“Take me with you.” I reach my arms out, waving them around, and he chuckles.
That sound. It’s like a balm to my soul but lights a fire in my pussy. The good kind of fire. Not like something that needs an antibiotic… Fuck. No more mixing vodka and pot gummies! He picks me up again and sets me on my feet in the bathroom. I start to undress but get distracted when he takes his shirt off. His body always distracts me. The muscles everywhere, the six-pack, the V that disappears into his pants, the ink on his arm, his tattooed back that I can see in the mirror, covered in my scratch marks… it’s a good thing I’m getting in the shower because these panties are useless now.
He grins, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. I pull my shirt up over my head. I’m still getting used to him looking at me the way I look at him. But he does. Scars and all. He kisses them almost every day. Somehow, I get even wetter when he looks at me now. His pants are tossed in the corner. Then he’s dragging mine down. I know he can smell how aroused I am because I can smell it.
He stands and whispers in my ear, “You’re already close, aren’t you, Ariana?” I nod. There’s no point in lying. Fuck, that whisper sent shivers down my spine that almost set me off with as worked up as I am. As soon as we step into the shower, he lifts me and pins me against the wall, but he enters me slowly.
So. Fucking. Slowly.
“Luca,” I whine, loving and hating this—and him—at the same time.
His gaze is trained on where he’s burying his cock inside me, inch by inch. “God damn, Minx. Look at how well you take me. How your cunt stretches around me. Fucking perfect.”
I arch my back, the praise sending all kinds of goodness through me as he fills my pussy. He dips his head and takes my nipple between his teeth. “Holy fuck,” I breathe.
He bites down hard enough to make me gasp but not send me over the edge. His tongue rolls over the pebbled tip before he leans back to get another look at where our bodies are joined.
“Luca, please. I need to come.” I am not above begging. At all.
Tonight, that is.
He takes a ragged breath and drags his eyes up to mine. “I’ve got you, baby.” My eyes almost roll all the way back when he starts to pull out just as slowly as he pushed in. My fingers dig into his skin, adding more marks to his back. He wears them like badges. The same way I wear the bruises his hands leave on my hips .
He slams into me, building me up as I gasp and moan with each thrust. He’s not going slow now. I bury my face against his neck, biting and sucking on his slightly salty skin to keep from screaming when I come. My pussy clenches around his cock and a deep grunt escapes his lips as he stills, spilling inside me.
I collapse against Luca, trusting that he’ll keep me from falling. My whole body is jelly. He holds me, our breathing uneven, our hearts racing. After a few minutes, he sets me down on the seat along the back wall and grabs my soap. His hands are gentle as they skate along my skin. They always are when he’s doing anything other than fucking me. My heart almost hurts from being so full and happy. Being loved by someone the way he loves me is a precious thing.
He takes his time washing me, not missing a single inch of my body, then makes quick work of soaping up and rinsing himself off. Then he dries me with a soft towel the same way, gently and thoroughly.
“You’re so damn good to me, Luca. I don’t deserve you.”
Taking my face in his hands, his eyes filled with raw emotions. “Baby, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.” He kisses my nose, making me giggle.
“Want to watch a movie or something with me?” I ask, suddenly very awake.
He blinks at me a few times, that cute little wrinkle between his eyes showing up as he tilts his head. I love that little wrinkle. “Are you still high?”
I scoff. “What? No. Maybe. What time is it?”
“Like one.”
“Oh, then absolutely, yes. That first gummy started to wear off so I had another one like an hour ago. Do you have any snacks in here?”
He shakes his head, fighting a smile. He can’t hide those from me. I know him too well. “No, Minx. I have no snacks. ”
“You are a snack.” My gaze drifts back down to where that V meets the towel around his hips.
“What?”
“What?” My eyes snap up to his. “Oh, snacks. Hold on.” I stroll into the closet, grinning at the frogs he’s found so far collected in a glass jar on the island, before rummaging around in a drawer for a minute until I find what I’m looking for. Luca rolls his eyes at the big bag of Doritos I come out with.
“You hid snacks in my closet?”
“Emergency stash. Didn’t you ever see that episode of Friends when they ate wax because they had no food in Monica’s room?”
“No, can’t say I have.”
Grabbing the remote from the bedside table on my way, I crawl to the middle of the bed and sit cross-legged. “Then I know what we’re watching.” I open the bag of chips and start scrolling through our streaming apps. Luca lies down next to me, his towel nowhere to be found, and rests his head on my leg. I find the episode and start it, then toss the remote aside. Eating chips with one hand, I dig the other into Luca’s hair and do my best impression of a cat making biscuits with its paw.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans. I must be doing a damn fine impression of that cat. I catch his cock twitching out of the corner of my eye and watch as it starts to harden. I’m still not sure it’s normal to fuck as much as we have been, but I’m not going to actually question it. I might curse us or something. And that would suck.
But it’s distracting, that cock of his. I pop another chip into my mouth, eyes glued to him and not the show. Lil called me a superhero earlier, and suddenly, I’m wondering if she’s onto something.
“I think maybe superpowers are real, and mine is a magic pussy that doesn’t get sore. Either that, or you need to fuck me harder with your big cock.”
Luca chokes on a laugh. “Oh, you think so? ”
“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”
“So, what’s your superhero name then? Magic Pussy sounds like a cat that does illusions.”
Shit, Magic Pussy is what I was going to go with. I shove a few chips in my mouth to give myself time to think. “Um… ElastiCunt maybe.”
“You’re going to order stickers that say that, aren’t you?”
I grin down at him but get distracted again. This time, by the red spot on his neck. “Oh. Fuck.”
“What?” he asks, his eyes on the TV.
“Ah, I might have given you a hickey.”
Those deep blue eyes swing toward me. “You might have given me a hickey?”
“Okay, I definitely gave you a hickey.”
He jumps up and runs into the bathroom. “Holy fucking shit. Your dad is going to kill me. He’s going to take me out into the shed and fucking flay me alive,” he calls out to me.
“Over a hickey? Nah. If he was going to murder you, he would have done it the first time you took your shirt off in the gym with scratches all down your back. I gotta admit, that one had me worried.”
He walks back into the bedroom. “You gave me a giant fucking hickey.
I shrug. “I’ll claim I was dickmatized. Won’t be a lie.”
“Jesus, don’t do that. I’m trying to not die, remember?”
“Maybe Lil can cover it up. She knows a lot about makeup.”
He sighs, climbs back onto the bed, and sits with his back against the headboard with his legs spread. “Come here, you brat.”
“I have chips in my mouth. I don’t have room for your dick in it at the moment.” My words come out garbled around the mouthful of half-chewed Cool Ranch goodness, but I think he gets the idea.
“Baby, I just want you to come sit with me. ”
I swallow and push my lower lip out in an over-exaggerated pout. “Are you saying you don’t want me to suck your cock?” When he lets out an exasperated growl, I laugh and walk on my knees over to where he is. Sitting between his legs, I lean back against him, and he wraps his arms around me.
“They really are eating wax, aren’t they?” he asks, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Yep.” When he kisses my neck, I tilt my head to give him better access. “Hey, don’t give me a hickey. I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“Hmm. I heard something about that. He’s a lucky man.”
“He really is. I’m a catch, you know?”
His fingers trace the chains around my neck. “Two necklaces tonight?”
“Oh yeah!” I set the bag next to me and reach up to hold my hair out of the way with one hand while tugging on the pendant that has a small flamingo along with the words ‘Property of Ariana DeVille’ on it with the other. “Undo this one.”
“Oh-kay.”
Once the chain is in my hand, I hold it up over my head and grab my chips again. “This is for you.”
“For me.” He takes it and reads it with a chuckle. “You want me to wear this?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I made some other stuff, too, but it’s in Lil’s room.”
He reaches his hand around my neck, pulling my pendant up. His laugh tickles my ear when he sees ‘Property of Luca DeVille’ and a little frog stamped into the metal.
“I love you, Minx.” He puts the necklace on, and I smile over my shoulder.
“I love you, too, Beefcake.” Then I settle back against him and hold the chips up. “Dorito?”
The bag is empty by the time the episode is done. I’m sure Luca ate most of the chips, not me. He balls it up and tosses it onto the nightstand.
“Come on, ElastiCunt. Time for bed.”
“See? It rolls off the tongue. ElastiCunt.”
“Mmhmm.” He drags me under the covers and curls around me, wrapping me up in his arms.
I adore this man so much.
When we’re snuggled up and half asleep, I mumble, “You didn’t tell me how loud I am.”
“When?”
“Sexy times.”
He chuckles. “Who told you you’re loud?”
“Lil,” I say with a yawn. “I ordered her better headphones. They have cat ears on them.”