Chapter 19 #3
I take my clothes off, too, and I don’t bother to make a show of it.
I want him just as bad. As soon as I’m naked he pulls me into his lap and it feels so good, just the pure pleasure of his warm skin against mine.
He peppers my shoulder with kisses, rasps his tongue in the crook of my neck, sets teeth in the skin gently.
My fingers are tangling in his damp hair and I’m grinding myself into him and I could get off just like this.
I snake my hand between us, wrap my hand around us both, and he hisses between his teeth.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he growls in my ear. “How’s that sound?”
Just fucking perfect to me.
“Up on your knees,” he tells me, and I obey.
He’s got that ancient bottle of lube again but it’s fucking whatever, good enough, definitely good enough when he’s got a finger in me, and somehow from this angle it’s even more intense than lying down or on all fours.
It’s hard to stay upright and especially so when that finger curls and finds just the right spot.
I have to grab his shoulders, gasping, and he laughs with delight into my neck.
“That funny to you?” I say breathlessly, my fingers digging into his skin.
“Not funny, I just love it.” Luca kisses the side of my face as I squirm. “I fucking love making you feel good.”
He wraps a hand around his cock and guides me down onto it slowly, and Jesus fucking Christ it feels even bigger from this angle, a rod piercing right through my guts.
It’s almost too much, and I open my mouth to tell him so, but I don’t want to stop because it’s good, too.
My words turn into a gooey whimper as I sink down onto him completely and I pause there, relearning to breathe, to arrange myself around him.
Now it’s my chest that’s heaving, my breath coming fast and shallow.
“Easy, baby,” he whispers. “You’re doing so well. Here, put your hands behind your back so I can see you better.”
My eyes flutter shut as I obey this directive, too, and now I’ve got no way to support myself and I can’t touch myself either. And I’m just dying to be touched. I bite my abused lip, and it bleeds anew.
Luca’s hands slide down my body as I move.
He plays with my nipples, pulling them just hard enough that I cry out.
He grasps my waist so he can meet me halfway, thrust himself up into me as I push myself down, and that exquisite pain is giving rapidly away to pleasure as I adjust to him.
God, the sounds he makes, soft, low, breathy moans that sound suspiciously like my name, are almost enough to undo me.
“Touch me,” I plead in a tortured whisper, my eyes locking onto his face.
One of his hands comes around the side of my hip, close, so fucking close, almost just skimming me but not quite and fuck it’s mean.
I’m on the verge of fucking tears and my body bucks forward involuntarily.
He cautions me once more to take it easy, which is getting to be impossible at this point.
I want to rail him, I wanna be railed. I want us both to destroy each other.
His lips part as he watches me ride him. “God, you’re fucking beautiful like this.”
Feral. Unhinged. Ready to rip both of our throats out and tie them together in a goddamn bow. “Please touch me.”
Luca’s palm drops to the inside of my thigh and I think I really will start crying. The proximity alone is torture. My cock is a swollen and needy thing, twitching helplessly in the air as my nails dig into my arms, hard. “You’re going to come the minute I do,” he tells me.
Yeah I will, that’s the whole fucking point. I want to see his chest painted in it. “So what?” I whine.
“So I’m not ready yet.” He cocks his head in a way that is maddening, still perfectly in control while I try desperately to keep myself from shattering above him and it’s not fair, it isn’t.
And I don’t know how he maneuvered us into this when moments before I’d had some semblance of command over him.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fucking love it.
So his hands continue to glide along the outside of my thighs and then back up my sides as I rock atop him, my poor dick an overripe mess of pre-come that’s leaking all over his belly and everywhere he touches me burns.
He feels so incredibly enormous like this and I can feel every single inch of him rearranging my guts with every thrust. My back arches and my head lolls back.
My moans are such fragile, tender sounds, every time his hips shunt upwards and into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear him gasp. “Noel.”
And when Luca’s fingers do close around me it’s bliss, it’s heaven, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in my life up until this moment.
He doesn’t need to work me at all. I fuck his hand once, twice and then I’m crying out his name and spilling myself all over him just in time for him to stutter I’m close I’m so fucking close.
His free hand holds my hip in a bruising grip and I feel all that, too, white-hot inside of me, burning me up just like his touch, and I cry out again for the sheer pleasure of it.
Of him.
Which is what I love the most.
We’re such a mess when it’s all over. My come stripes his tan skin.
He’s still inside me, going soft now by degrees, but I don’t want to move off him just yet.
I let go of my arms and place my hands gently on either side of his gorgeous face, leaning down to kiss him, to tell him how amazing I think he is, how good he feels, how much I adore him.
All things that are true and I need him to know.
Except—except that he’s crying.
“Oh no,” I whisper. “Luca, no. Don’t. It’s okay, I’m here.”
He doesn’t say anything. He just reaches for me, and I get off him and take him in my arms.