Chapter 65
“Don’t tell anyone, okay?” I pulled Luca into the coat room and that adorable beta followed me like a wide-eyed puppy.
“I won’t.” Luca crowded me, filling my senses with that crisp, beachy scent that was uniquely him as I hopped up on the ledge where the rolling partition blocked us from the rest of the venue.
Something about seeing my best friend getting married did funny things to my brain. Luckily, Luca wasn’t hard to convince when I needed a distraction, taking only a single kiss to dive straight into everything I offered. We’d been eyeballing each other the last few months during our bridal party duties and curiosity had finally gotten the better of me.
Was it wise to get frisky with my bestie’s new brother-in-law? No, probably not. But I was full of champagne and feelings I didn’t want to take the time to examine, and a hot and heavy makeout sesh was the perfect antidote to get it all out of my system.
Luca leaned down and I hooked my fingers around the lapels of his tuxedo, pulling until I could reach his mouth. We crashed together and I drank him down like he was my first sip of water in the desert.
He cupped my head softly, mindful of the elaborate updo they had wrangled my blonde curls into. If I didn’t have to go back out where people could see me, I would tell him to ruin it, but I didn’t want rumors to get back to the bride and groom. Allie deserved better than that.
Luca nipped my bottom lip and I gasped into his mouth. Damn. Who knew the beta boy could kiss? I had only tangled with alphas and other omegas before, but maybe I should have given betas more of a chance.
I tugged him closer, craving being surrounded by him. He tasted like the little strawberry cakes from the dessert table, with the subtle flavor of sunshine and salt air from his scent. I needed more. Arching against him, I let out a soft whine, my body thrumming with desire at every sweep of his mouth on mine.
He dipped his head and softly kissed the scent gland on my throat. I squirmed, cursing the size of my bridesmaid dress, and tugging it up, hoping that it wouldn’t wrinkle too much.
“Touch,” I ordered, breathing hard as I clung to his tuxedo jacket.
He resumed those deep luxurious kisses, dropping his palm to my thigh, carefully navigating the mountain of fabric to trace over my skin. My clit tingled, desperate for contact.
“Luca.”
A shiver rolled through me when he gently nipped my throat. “I like the way you say my name.”
I tried to rock my hips toward his hand, but he surprised me by dropping to his knees.
I eyed him speculatively. He looked so sweet down there, cheeks flushed and lips softly parted.
“How much experience do you have getting a lady off?”
“Um, not as much as I would like.” He shrugged, gifting me with an innocent grin.
I laughed. “Cute and honest. You can give it a go. I’ll let you practice.”
Luca winked at me before disappearing under my mountainous skirts. He pulled my panties off slowly. The soft stubble on his cheeks scraped against my thighs and I held my breath, waiting impatiently for him to get the show on the road. His tongue snaked against my clit and I let out a sharp hiss. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle myself. The concept of being overheard and discovered was always hotter than the reality, and I wasn’t ready to deal with that particular humiliation tonight.
Luca devoured my cunt like a cat with a bowl of cream. What the boy lacked in experience and finesse, he made up for with enthusiasm. Teasing strokes of his tongue kept me on edge, squirmy and desperate.
I cradled his head beneath the skirts. Stupid skirt was in. The. Way. I always liked to look a partner in the eye when they had their face between my thighs. A single exploratory finger slid inside me and I spread my legs further apart to quietly encourage him.
Meg had told me to behave until tomorrow. It was after midnight now, so it was technically tomorrow.
I rocked my hips against him and angled him to the perfect spot that had me whining and digging my fingers into him through the fabric.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Right there, Luca. Don’t. Stop.”
Luca, bless him, poured every ounce of his exuberance onto my clit until I had to drag one of the coats hanging around us over to bite down on. I bucked against him as the orgasm hit me and I rode that sharp wave to a blissful completion. He lapped slowly as I settled, sending little sparks of pleasure to tighten my core.
I pushed him away once I could breathe normally again, and his glittering eyes popped up over the skirt, his face shiny from my cunt. “Did I do okay?”
I giggled helplessly. “I’ll give you top marks for the first time with me. Are we gonna send you out to the wedding with a boner?”
Luca stood and my gaze was drawn to his crotch, where a rather sizeable cock strained against the fabric.
I spared a glance at the door. “How long does it take you to finish?”
“Um, I don’t think I’ve ever timed it before.”
“Okay, then a different question. Do you think my pussy, mouth, or hands will get you to finish faster?”
His jaw dropped.
I stood and looked up at him. I did love feeling tiny next to people. Luca wasn’t as tall as some people I’d been with, but he was tall enough I could tuck my head under his chin, which was my favorite height for a partner.
“Cat got your tongue, baby?” I purred playfully.
“No, I’m pretty sure you do.” He caught me up in a fresh kiss, hands linked at the small of my back, pressing me up against the bulge of his pants. I could taste myself on his lips and I groaned helplessly, standing on my toes to deepen the kiss. If we weren’t at a public event, I’d have dragged him to bed and fucked this sweet beta until neither of us could stand.
A knock at the door had me leaping out of my skin, heart pounding.
“Shit. Do I look okay?” I asked.
“You look perfect.” Luca smoothed my dress a bit, and I fixed up his dark brown hair so no one would guess what he’d been doing. “I’ll handle myself later. Just give me a few minutes to calm down.”
“Well, that doesn’t seem very fair.” I’d never had someone not make at least a tiny bit of fuss over not getting to finish for some reason.
Luca grinned and held up a pair of pink lacy panties he’d pulled off of me. “Let me keep these and we’ll call it an even trade.”
My laugh caught me off guard and I buried my face in my hands to muffle my giggles. “You’re a naughty boy, Luca Marino. I never would have guessed.”
He shrugged. “I’m full of surprises.”
Bastard. Now I was curious what else would surprise me. If he were anyone else, I would’ve accused him of doing that on purpose, but guile didn’t feel like it suited Luca.
Maybe I would take the time to uncover those surprises. It would be stupid. This should only be a one time thing. My life was too busy and far too complicated to even think about more. But damn if I wasn’t intrigued.
I shook the thought away. I couldn’t date someone who was so important to my friends. I was a dating disaster. The pressure for things to work out with Luca would immediately ruin it all for me and then it would make things awkward.
For both of our sakes, this couldn’t go further than tonight.
I stood on my toes and he took the hint to lean down so I could give him a quick kiss before turning toward the door. “Keep the panties. But don’t tell anyone they’re mine. See you on the dance floor?”
“I’ll be there soon. Save me a dance.”
“Will do.”
I pulled open the door, Luca angling away from sight. Meg was waiting for me.
“There you are. You okay?”
“Yeah, I just needed a little breather. Guess the champagne made me a bit sensitive to the crowds.”
A bald-faced lie, but Meg had likely consumed enough champagne herself that she wouldn’t call me on it. I leaned away from her so she wouldn’t catch Luca’s scent all over me.
“Let me go pee real quick.” I swerved around her and dashed to the bathroom, snatching up the de-scenting spray to send a billowing cloud I could twirl through to obscure Luca’s scent further.
Meg and I retreated out to the dance floor and found Nicky sipping a glass of water at one of the many tables. I was jealous the bride and groom had already departed for their night of wedded bliss because damn if I wasn’t craving my own hotel room right now so I could ride Luca into the mattress.
Instead, I dragged Nicky up to dance and got through a handful of songs with my friends and other guests before Luca finally emerged and stole me for his own dance.
His brown eyes burned with desire, but also gentle humor, as he twirled me around the dance floor. I bit my tongue when the song ended and he went to dance with Meg; a tendril of jealousy curled through me.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t have told myself I couldn’t have him.
That made him forbidden.
And that was the one thing I could never fucking resist.