Chapter 7 Luca
LUCA
I checked in with the receptionist before one of the armed men escorted me inside President Martin’s office.
It was a beautiful day, sunshine in a cloudless sky, and the light hit the trees in Luxembourg Gardens just right.
Reminded me of Bastien and Fleur’s wedding ceremony on the grounds—under the eyes of the Fifth Republic.
Bastien believed in the Fifth Republic the way others believed in God.
President Martin finished firing off a text from his phone before he acknowledged me. “Luca, let’s talk.” He rose from his desk and came around to my side before he shut the door to his office. “My popularity among the Senate and the people has never been lower. I need some good news.”
It had been brought to his attention that the treasury hadn’t foreseen the expanse of the population over the decades, that there simply wasn’t enough funding to supply retirement benefits for the civilians after twenty-five years of service.
It had to be extended to thirty years, and the second that was suggested, the city was in an uproar.
Organized strikes were on many streets. Farmers were refusing to work.
Waitstaff walked out of the restaurants. Chefs left hotels.
“I don’t have a choice, but people act like I do.”
This was why I preferred emperors to presidents and prime ministers.
Their word was law—and they got shit done.
Republics gave the people too much say, especially when they only thought about themselves rather than the prosperity of the many.
Republic had a much different definition to me than it did to everyone else. “They’ll get over it.”
“Having to work for another five years isn’t something people just get over.”
“They will when they know they have to. You know the Senate will support you.”
He stood in a suit and red tie, a cigar poking out of his front pocket like he’d forgotten he placed it there.
He slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and he stood there with bloodshot eyes, like this affected him at the office and at home.
“If people discovered the tariffs, I would be ruined.”
“Why not use the tariffs to support the treasury?”
“Because most of it is going to the reconstruction of Notre-Dame and the filtration of the Seine. I’m tired of hearing people complain about the water quality.
People forget these systems were built hundreds of years ago.
Not to mention our adherence to the Paris Agreement and the investment in new infrastructure to maintain our compliance. ”
“Raise the tariffs.”
“When it’s so volatile?” he asked incredulously.
“It would fix everything.”
He gave a sigh as he dragged his hand across his face. “There’s already so much pushback from the gangs right now.”
“That’s my problem. Not yours.”
His eyes remained elsewhere for a while, lingering on the picture on the corner of his desk of his wife and two young children. His eyes eventually came back to me. “We need at least a two percent hike.”
“Consider it done.”
For the first time, his eyes relaxed. “That really would fix everything.”
“It’ll take a few months for business to flow as usual. It’s been a big cleanup.”
“I understand, Luca.” His hands returned to his pockets. “I was disappointed when Bastien left so suddenly. Wasn’t sure how this setup would continue without him to oversee it. But he assured me you were far more than capable—and he was right.”
My day ended around ten in the morning, when everyone else was getting into the hustle of their day. I walked into my bedroom, and it had been prepared for bedtime, the curtains drawn closed to block out the sun, my bed already turned down for the night.
I undressed and left the clothes on the floor of the closet for Andre to take care of later. I stepped into the hot shower and scrubbed the scent of booze and cigars from my skin before I did a quick towel-dry.
When I returned to the nightstand, I saw my phone light up with a message.
Can I come by?
It was her.
The woman who now lived down the hall. The one with the mouth I hadn’t stopped picturing. I’d been dead tired and eager for bed up until the moment I saw her text written out on my phone. She must have heard the machinery of the elevator or the beep when the doors opened.
I went from being dead tired to being rock hard.
My thumb typed the message without the use of my mind. Yes. I set the phone aside and drank water from the glass on my nightstand. I tossed the towel aside and stood naked next to the bed. I didn’t bother to put on a pair of clean boxers.
I heard her open the door in the other room.
I felt a small spike of adrenaline in my chest. “In here.”
Her footsteps were faint until they became louder through the crack in my door.
She stepped in wearing nothing but a bright-pink thong with little white flowers threaded into the fabric.
She was short and petite, but she had so much presence, she seemed like the biggest person in the world.
Her tits were a contradiction to her petiteness, but I could tell by the way they looked and felt that they were natural.
Her toenails were painted black, and she had long legs that showed definition, like she walked all over this city on a daily basis.
Dark hair that matched mine, the strands rested on either side of her tits.
What struck me most about her was her confidence.
The way she could look at me across the room and strut right up to me without an ounce of uncertainty.
When I bedded women, I made all the moves, but with her, I didn’t have to. I didn’t have to make her feel secure or wanted. I had no preference for women based on their confidence, but when I saw her wear it as effortlessly as clothing, it turned me on.
She walked right up to me and kissed me, rising on her tiptoes and grabbing on to my shoulder as if she was about to climb my body like a mountain.
Her lips were soft as rose petals, but her kiss was hard as steel.
She kissed me like a lover rather than a stranger, like she wanted me rather than felt obligated to serve me.
I didn’t kiss a lot of women like this. Skipped the foreplay and stuck it in.
But the way she moved her lips, the way her tongue danced with mine, meeting me halfway and even crossing the line, had quickly become an addiction.
The way she grabbed me, the way she wanted me, the way she showed her appreciation… without my having to ask.
My arms hooked behind her knees, and I lifted her into me before I carried her to the bed and lay her down, rolling with her as my lips found hers again.
I kissed her again and felt my spine tighten and melt at the same time.
She cupped my face then slid her hand into my short hair—and she gave the tiniest moan.
It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
My hand reached for her ass, and I tugged her thong down over her hips and then her thighs. I’d been thinking about her mouth around my cock for days, and now, I wanted to feel her pussy around it next.
When the fabric was kicked from her ankles, I gripped her thighs and tilted her hips into position.
She folded easily, and I could tell her beautiful body could bend in all sorts of ways.
I’d been wanting to be inside her for days, nearly nonstop, fantasies moving across my mind even when I was in the middle of a conversation with the president of France.
I expected her to ask me to wear a condom, but she seemed even more swept up in the river than I was.
“Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Yes. I want you to come inside me.” She said it in such a rush that her words almost blurred together.
Jesus Christ. I never fucked a woman without a condom, but I had already guided myself inside her without asking if she was clean. An inexplicable desire came over me, an urge to be inside her so strong, all logic was obscured.
My head pushed past her entrance and was greeted by an Olympic-sized pool of arousal. It smeared all over me and helped me sink inside, encased in her tightness, her velvet paradise. “Fuck.”
She inhaled a deep breath when she felt me and moaned for me, her thighs squeezing my hips and her ankles locking together against my ass. “Luca…”
I thrust into her like a piston of an engine right from the start, so out-of-my-mind desperate to fuck her, I couldn’t think straight. My dick had formed an addiction to a pussy I hadn’t even had yet.
She used her grip on my back to pull herself into me, taking my dick as hard as I gave it, the two of us locked together in a carnal union that was so hot it would probably burn us both.
“Yes.” She palmed the back of my neck, and she looked at me with desire-soaked eyes, her beautiful hair around her, her nipples hard. “That feels so fucking good.” Her eyes had already started to water, like she couldn’t contain the pleasure that came when I thrust inside her.
I wasn’t going to last, not after experiencing visual foreplay for the last two days, not when her pussy was so damn good and tight, not when she worshipped my dick like it was a god. I did my best to fight it, but it was a lot harder to fight bare pussy than latex pussy.
She read my tells like she’d known them for months rather than a single night. Her hand went to my ass, and she started to tug me into her. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
No man on the planet could hold their load after that.
My hips bucked hard, and I drilled her into the mattress with a surge of strength that came out of nowhere.
I didn’t have unfulfilled fantasies, but now, I felt like I’d finally gotten to fuck the woman I’d wanted all my life.
I came with a groan, with fire up my spine, with pleasure so potent it was momentarily painful.
I dumped my seed inside her with a moan that ripped from my throat.
My pumps became sporadic, and I released it all within her, getting turned on again as I released because I’d never creamed pussy before.
I was either wrapped tight or I pulled out.
But every bone in my body was desperate to fill that pussy with every drop.
I came to a stop, my dick still rock hard inside her because one go wasn’t enough.
“Wow.” She rocked her hips, grinding against my hard dick as it soaked in my own come.
Then she rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips, my dick acting as a plug for all the seed she carried.
She planted her palm against my chest and started to ride me, rolling her hips in a sexy dance, her core tight from the muscles that flexed.
I propped myself on my elbows and watched, one of my hands gripping her hip. My eyes closed briefly because it felt so damn good, impossible to describe, just the best fucking pussy I’d ever had.
She leaned into me as she continued to roll her hips, and her lips caught mine.
She kissed me as she continued to sheathe my long dick, my come easing some of the friction between us.
Her clit dragged against my pelvic bone as she kissed me, kissed me with the same passion we’d had at the start of this evening.
Then I felt her tighten around me as she started to come, her lips trembling against mine.
I felt my dick harden in response, wanting to release again when I felt her pussy erupt like a geyser.
She abandoned the kiss as she rode me harder, moaning and whimpering, eyes filling with tears. Then her hips started to buck uncontrollably, and she came all over me, her moans high-pitched, like small screams.
I gripped her hips and thrust up, coming inside her as she rode her high, beautiful tears streaking down her cheeks like liquid diamonds.
“Yes…Luca.” She said my name like it was the gospel. Her hair cascaded down her body, and she rolled her head back like it was the best dick she’d ever ridden.
“Fuck.” My cock finished its second release, but the friction between our bodies was still so damn good. I loved the touch of her skin, the scent of her sweat, the wave of pleasure that felt like a tsunami inside my chest.
She slowed then came to a stop, a cowgirl mounted on her horse for an easy ride.
Her green eyes were so luminous, held such a deep affection whenever she looked at me.
It was hard to believe our conversations were so combative when our fucking was so smooth.
She leaned down over me again, her hair grazing my chest, and planted her lips against mine for a kiss.
A kiss that was slow but packed with purpose and intention.
She pulled away and then left my dick, making it drop against my stomach as she got off the bed. She bent over right in front of me to grab her thong off the floor. She took her time pulling it on before she gracefully walked out of my bedroom. Didn’t look back at me. Didn’t say a word.
I continued to lie there, her cream built up under the head of my dick and at the base of my shaft, staring at the last place I’d seen her before she was gone from my sight.