Chapter 6 Luca #3
I can feel her impatience… I’m feeling very much the same.
But I force myself to stay slow, to draw it out.
I’ll likely never see her again after tonight; I don’t want to rush, even if my body is clamoring for it.
I’m so fucking hard it hurts, my cock throbbing as I tease her other nipple until it’s hard, biting and sucking through the lace, and then drag my mouth down her body, all the way down until my lips are just below her navel.
My hand slides between her thighs, nudging her panties to one side… and they’re soaked.
Just the feeling of the wet lace against my fingertips is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
My cock pulses dangerously, and I suck in a slow breath, reaching down with my other hand to squeeze the base of it hard.
Then I hook my fingers in her panties, holding them to one side as I part her folds with my fingers… and I slide my tongue over her clit.
Her reaction is electric. Her back arches, her fingers grab at the sheets, and her mouth falls open, a wheezing breath escaping her. “Oh my god!” She cries out, and for a moment, I swear she sounds like Giulia to me.
Guilt sweeps through me. I shouldn’t be imagining another woman.
I came here to get Giulia out of my head, and it isn’t fair to Valentina.
She’s not a sex worker hired for me to imprint my desires on.
She’s a woman who came here for an experience of her own, and I’m robbing her of that.
I close my eyes, focusing on Valentina’s taste, the scent of her arousal, the way I’m so fucking hard from the feeling of her soft, wet pussy under my tongue.
She tastes so fucking good, sweeter than anything I’ve had before.
I tease her clit with my tongue again, giving her a little of what she gave to me, and it drives her wild.
She’s squirming under me, enough that I have to hook my arm beneath her leg and hold her down with a hand on her abdomen, using only my tongue to keep her swollen, wet folds parted as I flutter it over her clit.
It isn’t going to take her long to get there. I won’t even need to finger her; I can tell that already. Her clit is swollen under my tongue, pulsing gently as I circle and lap against it, and her thighs start to tremble as she moans again.
“I… I think I…” She gasps, and I feel her whole body go rigid, feel a flood of her wetness on my tongue and my chin as I lick her through the climax that seizes her whole body.
She trembles like she’s going to come apart, moaning and writhing as the orgasm tears through her, until she’s limp on the bed, gasping.
“I…” Her eyes open beneath the mask, and I rise up on my knees, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. I’m rock-hard still, my cock soaked with pre-cum, and I slide off the bed, stripping off my shirt as I go for one of the condoms that’ll be in the nightstand drawer.
I take one out, pushing my trousers and boxer briefs to the floor, and when I turn to face her, she’s halfway sitting up, staring at me like she’s never seen a naked man before.
Even with the mask on, the shock and raw lust in her face would be enough to inflate any man’s ego.
She’s looking at me like she can’t believe I’m getting into bed with her.
I rip the edge of the condom, preparing to roll it onto my cock and join her in bed, and suddenly she jolts upright, reaching to yank her underwear back into place as she scrambles off the bed.
The change is so sudden, I freeze in place, my hand halfway to my cock.
“I…” She grabs her clothes, backing away from me as if I’m going to bite, her heels clicking on the floor. “I can’t…”
I still can’t make sense of what’s happening. “Valentina…”
She’s hopping into her skirt, throwing on her blouse, haphazardly, and backing toward the door the entire time.
“I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…
” Her gaze drops to my rigid length, so hard it’s nearly touching my stomach, and then back up to my face.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I have to go… I can’t… ”
She throws the door open, slamming it behind her, and I’m left standing there harder than I’ve ever been in my life… and completely alone.
I stare at the door for several long moments, as if she might come back, and when she doesn’t, I sink onto the edge of the bed, the useless condom dropping onto the floor from my hand.
I’m still so fucking hard. I stare down at my cock as if it might deflate, but my erection doesn’t seem to realize that she likely isn’t coming back. At this point, I’m not leaving this room until I come. I can’t fucking do anything until I’ve had a release; she’s gotten me too worked up.
Gritting my teeth, I fish in the nightstand for a bottle of lube, squeeze some onto my palm, and wrap it around my cock.
It’s not what I fucking want, but God, anything at all feels like fucking heaven right now.
I can still taste her on my lips, on my tongue, and I close my eyes, imagining that feeling of her coming against my mouth again as I stroke myself hard and fast. I let myself picture what it would have been like if she hadn’t left, that perfect pussy pressed against my cockhead, her legs wrapped around my hips, the hot, tight sensation as I sank into her…
Fuck. I stroke harder, in no mood to draw this out now. I just want to fucking get off. And it doesn’t take long… I imagine her mouth falling open, her breasts brushing against my chest as she arches up into me, meeting my every thrust, clenching around me as she comes hard on my cock.
I narrowly manage to grab tissues just in time. I feel the first hot spurt traveling up my cock, feel that white-hot pleasure as my back arches and…
An image flashes into my head of Giulia, head thrown back against my pillows, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her hard, claiming her virgin pussy as mine, filling her with my cum.
“Oh fucking fuck!” I groan aloud through gritted teeth, the force of my orgasm intensified by that image, spurt after spurt of cum violently soaking the wad of tissues in my palm.
It feels like it’s never going to fucking end, the orgasm tearing through me, my cock pulsing over and over as I come so hard it fucking drips from my hand as I keep spurting.
“Fucking Christ.” I gasp as I give myself one more stroke, shuddering.
I toss the mess into the trash and fall back onto the bed, still trying to catch my breath, and in the instant after the pleasure starts to recede, guilt crashes in to take its place.
I stare at the ceiling, feeling like the worst kind of bastard.
I came here to forget Giulia. To reset and find someone who would help me get my priorities straight.
Instead, I found someone who made me think of her even more.
Someone who ran away before I could figure out why.
And then I finished myself off thinking about the one girl I'm supposed to be protecting, not fantasizing about.
Romeo's little sister. Dante's daughter. The girl who's about to be engaged to someone else.
The girl I can never have.
I get up, get dressed, and try to pull myself together. But I can feel the guilt settling into my bones, heavy and inescapable. This was supposed to help. It was supposed to make things better.
Instead, I’m not sure I haven’t made it worse. I needed to fuck this out of my system, but instead, I just feel like my desire for Giulia Ciresa is even more embedded into my psyche than it was before.