Chapter 20 Isla
ISLA
All I can do is stare down between my legs at the rugged face of the man carefully pulling my panties to the side. Then his tongue swipes along my slit, warm and rough and oh, so fucking good.
“Luca,” I moan, my head falling forward. “Holy shit.” He does it again and again before picking up a rhythm that has me rocking my hips back and forth, feeling my orgasm build inside of me far faster than it ever has before.
No vibrator can compare to Luca Calloway’s tongue. My brain goes fuzzy with the pleasure coursing through my body. I have one hand braced against the headboard and the other finds its way to Luca, gripping the strands of his hair tightly. He growls against my pussy and ohmygod I want to explode.
My hips start to rock against his mouth, chasing the orgasm that promises to be exquisite. “Please,” I start to whimper, but I have no clue what I’m asking for. More? Less? Relief? God, I’m lost. “Luca, please, oh God.”
I come apart seconds after he pushes two fingers inside of me. It’s embarrassingly fast, but this is my first orgasm provided by someone other than myself in over a decade, so I guess it’s okay.
When my legs start to tremble, I shuffle down his body before collapsing on his chest. I can feel his chuckle reverberate under my cheek.
“Is you passing out a good thing?” he asks, his deep voice rich with amusement and satisfaction.
I manage to lift my head and place a finger on his lips. “Shhh. I need a minute.”
A warm hand lands on my back and starts to stroke up and down in soothing motions. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” He smiles at me, the expression soft and affectionate, and something about this moment feels so perfectly right. Like we were always going to end up here.
Like this moment was predetermined, and no matter how hard we tried to avoid it, there was no chance of putting it off any longer.
I move up slightly so I can press a soft kiss to his lips. “Minute’s over.” I smile against his mouth, feeling his lips turn up in return. Then I shriek with a giggle as he shows off some impressive core strength, raising both of us to sitting.
“Good,” he rumbles, kissing me again, harder this time as his hands move up my back and quickly undo my bra strap. “Up,” he grunts, lifting my hips. I go up onto my knees, and let him tug my panties down, but they’re stopped partway by the fact that I’m still straddling him.
I flash him a wink and hop off the bed. “I’ll take care of these.
” I give my hips a shimmy as I push the underwear to the floor, loving the flare of heat in his gaze as it rakes over my now-naked body.
My tongue slides across my lips as I zero in on the bulge under his briefs.
I’d felt it when I was draped over him, but now I want to see it.
“You gonna take care of that, too?” His voice is gravelly and sends a shiver through me, but the smirk I see when I lift my gaze to his face? That’s lethal.
I climb back onto the bed and crawl back up his legs, passing over his stump without a second thought. “Sure thing, boss.”
It was meant to be teasing, flirtatious even.
But apparently, Luca doesn’t see it that way.
His expression darkens as he stops me, his hand grasping the back of my neck as he shakes his head.
“Not in here. Right now, I’m not your boss.
You’re in charge, remember? In here, I will always listen to you and always give you what you want. Tell me you believe that.”
My heart dips and swoops as I nod. But there is one thing I have to clarify. “I believe you. But do you believe me when I say I still want you to be a little bit bossy?” I pinch my thumb and finger together to try and lighten the mood. “I kinda like it.”
His face relaxes back into a knowing grin as he lifts his hips and pushes his underwear down just enough to free his cock. “Oh, I remember. How ’bout you take these off me now.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I tug them down over his foot and toss them on the floor.
“Isla…”
I’m surprised to hear him sound almost hesitant, and look up at him, concerned.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve grabbed them before we got started and I could get up, obviously.
” He looks over at his suitcase. “There’s condoms in the front of my bag.
I swear I didn’t pack them intentionally for this trip, they’re still in there from the last trip I went on with my ex.
” He winces and rakes his fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, I hope they haven’t expired. And now I’m ruining the mood. ”
I hop off the bed and go to his suitcase, finding the strip of three condoms quickly and checking the date on them before going back to him. I drop them on the bed beside him and lean over to kiss him.
“Stop. You haven’t ruined anything. Thank you for thinking of protection, and please don’t apologize for needing me to get them. It doesn’t bother me. And they’re still good.”
Luca rests his forehead against mine and lets out a soft sigh. “Thank you.”
I don’t mean to, but a snort bursts free from me, and I pull back, clapping my hand over my mouth in horror. But Luca just grins at me.
“Definitely not,” I say when he pulls my hand down. But he nods and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Definitely yes. Now, where were we?”
I pick up the condoms and wave them at him. “Right about here.” Then I tear one off and arch my brow. “May I?”
His lips tip up. “Please do.”
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and give it a light squeeze. I fooled around with my ex, went down on him a couple of times, and I’m fairly certain I can figure out the basics. I want to do this with him. To him.
Luca makes me feel bold. Like I’m free to explore, and he won’t judge my lack of experience. With him, I want to make up for the years I’ve been alone.
Leaning over, I lick a stripe up the underside before popping the head of him into my mouth.
Luca muffles a groan, his hand tangling in my hair as I swirl my tongue around his tip, then take him in deeper. I bob up and down, letting my saliva coat him so my hand slides easier. It’s messy, but I’m assuming I’m doing it right from the sounds Luca makes.
“Fuck, Isla. I need you.”
I lift my head off his cock, then put the condom wrapper between my teeth and tear it open. His dark eyes are heavy as I roll it down him. But when I straddle his hips again, and he takes his cock in hand to line it up with my entrance, an unexpected wave of nerves hits me.
“You okay?” he asks, his hand stroking down my arm. “We can slow down if you’re not ready.”
I breathe out a shaky laugh. “How can you tell how I’m feeling so freaking easily?” I drop down onto his upper thighs, my cheeks heating. “It’s not that I’m not ready, or that I don’t want this. It’s just been a really, really long time.”
“Can I ask how long, exactly?” he asks quietly.
I nod slowly. “Well, Charlie’s almost thirteen. So…”
His eyes widen in understanding, no math required. “Isla.”
“Now who’s ruining the mood,” I say, but my words come out unsteady.
“No, baby. You haven’t. I’m honoured that after so long, I’m the lucky bastard that gets to be with you. We’ll go slow, and if anything doesn’t feel good, I want you to tell me, okay?”
I melt at his words. And simultaneously feel my nerves fade, the desire that was pulsing through me earlier coming back, stronger than ever. I can’t honestly think of a better man to be with, now or ever.
Shifting forward, I kiss his lips, feeling the stubble against my face that was grazing between my thighs just a few minutes ago.
“Thank you.”
It’s all I can manage to say. Especially when a wicked grin covers his face. “In fact, I think I had better make sure you’re ready.”
He keeps those sinful grey eyes trained on my body as he moves his hand between my legs, finding my slit and sliding his fingers along my folds.
“Ohmygod,” I gasp as his touch hits parts of my body that are still sensitive from the first orgasm he gave me.
“That’s it. I want you nice and wet, baby.”
His dirty words seem to have a direct line to my pussy as I feel it spasm, clenching around nothing.
“I am. Please, I need you. I need something.”
“I’ve got you.”
One finger dips in. Then a second. And a third. It’s tight, but I know his cock will be even bigger. And I’m grateful he knew to prepare me.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good.”
This time when my orgasm hits, it’s a lot smaller than the first one. Still, it rolls through me in waves. But Luca doesn’t give me time to recover, shifting me down his body slightly. When I feel his cock between my legs, I lift my hips, and he notches his tip to my pussy.
And with a deep inhale, I slowly start to lower myself down.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, his hands coming to grip my hips, helping to support me. It’s a good thing, too, as I whimper at how thick he is, how full—almost too full—I feel. And he’s only just barely inside of me. The stretch burns, but in a good way.
My hands land on his chest as I brace myself over him. I lift my hips back up slightly, then bear down, taking more of him.
“Christ, look at you. God, you take me so damn good, Isla. You’re fucking perfect.”
His words of praise make the last bit of resistance in me soften, and I lower down even farther.
“That’s a good girl. Yes, Isla. Fuck,” he groans when I finally take all of him.
For several minutes, he lets me control the movement, murmuring sweet words of praise as I rock back and forth, adjusting to the feel of him inside me.
I’m so wet, so turned on from the two orgasms I’ve already had, that it doesn’t take long for the pinch of pain I felt initially to fade into pure pleasure.
I’ve already come twice, so I’m certainly not expecting anything more. This feels good enough that I don’t even care.
But then, there’s no holding back the moan that falls from my lips as he raises me slightly, then pulls me back down, hitting a different angle inside of me.
“It’s so good. So good.” I gasp, then whimper when he pushes up at the same time as pulling me down again over him.
My legs are still a little shaky from earlier, but that doesn’t seem to matter.
Not when he takes over, moving my body for me, making me cry out with pleasure.
He might say I’m in charge, that he’s not my boss in the bedroom. But right now, I am one hundred percent at his mercy, his to command and control, and I am completely okay with that.
Because another orgasm is coming, hard and fast. I don’t have any hope of slowing things down or holding it off to prolong this.
“Oh God, I’m coming. Right there, Luca. Right there.
Oh!” I cry out as I burst into a thousand tiny pieces, barely hearing his groan as he finds his own release.
My entire body is buzzing as I feel my core spasm around him.
My movements eventually slow, and the trembling in my legs that I’d managed to ignore comes back.
I’m exhausted. Drained in the best possible way.
Luca wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest, then rolling both of us onto the side, his cock slipping out of me. He starts to shift away, and I make a sound of protest.
He chuckles. “I’m just dealing with the condom.”
He rolls back toward me a minute later, gathering me in his arms. Our legs tangle together as he runs his fingers down my hair. “Is this okay?”
I know he’s asking about his residual limb, the soft liner that I can feel against my skin, but all I can muster is a nod. His soft chuckle tells me it’s enough, however.
“That was incredible,” he says after a moment of silence. “Thank you.”
A giggle escapes me as I tip my chin up to look at him. “Am I meant to say you’re welcome? Because that feels backward, somehow. Shouldn’t I be thanking you for not one, not two, but three orgasms?”
Luca lifts his head off the pillow and smirks down at me. “You know, you’re right. You should thank me.”
I laugh again, and his smile grows, even as he lightly smacks my ass. “Brat.”
That just makes me laugh harder, and then he joins in, and the next thing I know, we’re both losing it, clutching each other, lost in laughter.
When we eventually calm down, Luca tucks my hair behind my ear. “Would it be too forward of me to ask you to stay the night?”
I lean over and kiss him. “I was hoping you would. There’s still two more condoms, after all.”
In a flash, Luca has me on my back, and is holding himself over me, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
“Challenge accepted.”