Chapter 35 #2
Lucio’s patience snaps. In one swift movement, he flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. His weight presses me into the mattress, his body settling between my thighs, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“You don’t get to decide when I fuck you.” His voice is a growl, low and warning.
I arch up, pressing my chest against his, my lips brushing his ear. “Then stop me.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t stop me.
His mouth crashes into mine—bruising, desperate, all-consuming. His hands rip at my shirt, dragging it over my head, exposing my bare skin to the cool air. I whimper when he grabs my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, rolling them, making me shudder beneath him.
“You want this, baby?” he mutters against my lips, rolling his hips, his cock grinding against my soaked folds.
I whimper, gasping and trembling beneath him. “Yes…please.”
His smirk is dark. Dangerous. Possessive. He reaches into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and ripping the foil open with his teeth. My stomach tightens as he pushes his sweats down, freeing himself, his cock thick, hard, pierced. I can’t stop staring.
He notices. “You’ll feel it, baby.”
My thighs clench, my breath coming faster. He rolls the condom on, stroking himself slowly, teasing me, watching me squirm beneath him. Then, he pushes my legs apart, spreading me wide, his gaze flicking up to the mirror on the ceiling above us.
“Look up,” he murmurs.
I do. And the sight of us—the way his broad, muscled body is covering mine, the way his hands are gripping my thighs, spreading me open—the pure filth of it makes my breath catch.
Lucio smirks. “Watch yourself come apart for me.”
Then he presses the thick, pierced head of his cock against my entrance. He pushes in—slow, so fucking slow—stretching me inch by inch, filling me deep.
I gasp, my fingers digging into his back, my body tensing. Whimpering from the sheer size of him.
God, he’s huge.
“Shh, baby.” His lips ghost over mine, his breath hot, teasing. “Let me take my time with you.”
He slides in deeper, his piercing rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me.
“Oh, my God…”
Lucio groans, dropping his forehead against mine, gripping my thighs tighter as he sinks all the way in. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”
I whimper, stretching, adjusting, my walls fluttering around him.
He stays still for a moment, letting me feel every inch of him.
Then he starts to move. Slow, sensual rolls of his hips, grinding deep, making me feel every thick inch, every drag, every brush of his piercing against my walls.
I moan, shuddering, overwhelmed, feeling too much and not enough all at once.
Lucio groans, watching me through the mirror. “Look at you.”
I force my eyes open, seeing myself in the mirror: my flushed skin, my parted lips, the way my body arches with every slow thrust. The sight makes something coil tight inside me, hot and desperate.
He leans down, his lips dragging over my jaw. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
He grinds deep, rolling his hips, letting his piercing hit just right.
I whimper, shaking, gripping his shoulders. “Lucio…fuck….”
His teeth graze my bottom lip. “You close already?”
I nod frantically, panting and trembling beneath him. He groans, gripping my hips and angling me just right, his thrusts slow and deep, drawing out every ounce of pleasure.
“Come for me, Princess.”
I shatter. My whole body tenses, my orgasm crashing over me in slow, deep waves—drowning me, unraveling me.
Lucio moans low, gripping my thighs tighter, letting me ride out the pleasure and feel every fucking inch of him.
Then he thrusts deep one last time, groaning as he comes. His cock pulses inside me while his head drops to my shoulder as he pants against my skin.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice raw.
I whimper softly, my body still trembling, still feeling the aftershocks.
Lucio lifts his head, brushing his lips over mine. “Told you I’d take my time with you.”
I breathe out a soft, wrecked laugh, curling my fingers into his hair, kissing him—slow, lazy, satisfied. Lucio is still inside me, his cock softening but not completely, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his arms wrapped around me like he never plans to let go.
And maybe he won’t.
I feel wrecked, boneless, sated…but not finished. Not even close. My body is still too aware of him. Of the way he fits against me, of the slow, lazy drag of his fingers over my bare skin, of the way his lips press into my shoulder, soft and teasing. Like he’s memorizing me.
But I don’t want soft. I don’t want teasing.
I shift beneath him, rolling my hips against his cock, grinding against him, feeling him start to harden again between my legs. Lucio exhales sharply, his grip on me tightening.
“Princess,” he murmurs, his voice thick, a warning.
I smirk, rocking against him again, teasing him the way he’s teased me all night. “You said you wanted to please me, didn’t you?”
Lucio lets out a dark chuckle, but his fingers dig into my hips, holding me still. “And I meant every word, baby.”
But then he stills. His breath catches.
And I realize…he’s noticed.
I don’t say anything. I don’t have to. Because the second I see the look in his eyes—the shock, the realization, the way his muscles tense beneath my hands—I know exactly what he’s thinking.
He’s going to stop. He’s going to pull away.
Not a fucking chance. I grip his jaw, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see how sure I am.
“Don’t even think about pulling away.”
His expression darkens, his jaw flexing, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Baby?—”
“I know what I want,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his and licking into his mouth, dragging my nails down his chest over the hard muscles of his stomach.
Lucio’s cock twitches against me, still wet from our first time. He groans, his hand snapping around my wrist and pinning me to the bed, forcing me beneath him again. His eyes burn into mine, like he’s trying to decide whether to keep me on the edge of this moment or drag me into the dark with him.
Then he makes up his mind.
“You have no idea what you just started,” he mutters, reaching for the bedside drawer, grabbing another condom, and ripping it open with his teeth.
I watch, breathless, as he rolls off the used condom, tying it and throwing it away before rolling the new one on, his cock thick, flushed, the silver barbell piercing along the underside catching the dim light from the mirror above us.
I shudder, my core clenching, remembering the way that piercing felt inside me.
Lucio notices. He smirks, dragging his cock through my slick warmth, teasing me, rubbing the tip over my clit.
“You like my piercing, baby?”
I whimper, my thighs twitching. “Yes.”
His smirk deepens. “You’re gonna feel every inch of it this time.”
Then he thrusts inside me in one smooth stroke, filling me completely, stretching me all over again.
My mouth falls open, a strangled moan slipping from my lips, my fingers clawing at his back.
Lucio groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his cock pulsing inside me as he lets me adjust to his size, to the way he fucking owns me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, gripping my thighs, pushing them up higher, and spreading me open wider.
I whimper, arching against him, trying to get closer, trying to take him deeper.
Then he grabs my chin, tilting my head up. “Look, baby.”
My gaze flicks to the mirror above us, and I see it all. The way my legs are wrapped around his waist. The way his cock is buried deep inside me, stretching me, ruining me. The way his muscles flex as he starts to move, slow and deep, making sure I feel every thick inch.
I whimper, my body burning, aching, clenching around him.
Lucio groans. “You look so fucking perfect like this.”
Then he pulls back and slams into me. I cry out, arching off the bed, the force of his thrusts pushing me higher, closer.
“That’s it, baby,” he mutters. “Take it all.”
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he fucks me deeper, rougher, harder. The piercing rubs against my walls, hitting every spot, driving me insane, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
“Lucio…fuck…” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body trembling, falling apart.
He groans, his thrusts growing harder, faster, deeper, his breathing ragged, his cock pulsing inside me.
“You feel so good,” he rasps. “So fucking tight around me, baby. Taking me so well.”
I whimper, shuddering beneath him, my eyes rolling back, the pleasure building too fast, too intense.
“Gonna come for me?” he murmurs, dragging his thumb over my clit, pressing just right.
I scream his name, my orgasm slamming into me so hard my vision blurs, my whole body locking up as I clench around him, milking his cock, trembling beneath him. Lucio growls, his grip tightening, his thrusts turning brutal and erratic.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck…”
He groans deep, shoving into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go as he comes, his cock jerking inside me, his body shaking from the force of it.
We stay like that, panting, spent, ruined. His forehead presses against mine, his hand tangling in my hair, his breath hot against my lips. He stays inside me, his cock still twitching, his body still pressing me into the mattress, pinning me beneath him.
I can feel my heartbeat everywhere: in my chest, in my stomach, between my fucking legs.
Lucio exhales a long, deep breath, his lips ghosting over my jaw. “Told you I wasn’t stopping until I fucking claimed you.”
I smirk, dragging my fingers through his damp hair. “Think you need to do it again just to be sure.”
His dark chuckle vibrates against my throat. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”
The sheets are warm, soft, smelling like him. I shift, stretching slowly, my body still aching in the best way from last night. The early morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room, making everything feel too good, too safe.
I blink, adjusting to the light, and that’s when I see him.
Lucio is already dressed, standing near the bed, watching me. His dark hair is slightly damp, his sleeves rolled up, exposing the corded muscles of his forearms. He looks good. Too fucking good.
“Morning.” His voice is deep, low, and warm—like coffee and sin.
I hum sleepily, stretching again, the sheets sliding down my bare skin. His gaze flicks down—sharp, dark, lingering on the curve of my shoulder, my collarbone, the faint marks he left last night.
His jaw tightens. His fingers twitch.
I smirk. “You’re staring.”
Lucio exhales sharply, shaking his head, his lips curving slightly. “Can you blame me?”
I grin, rolling onto my side, half-draped in his sheets, feeling spoiled, ruined, owned. “Are you going to come back to bed, or…”
Lucio groans, dragging a hand though his hair, looking like he’s actually considering it. But then he exhales, stepping closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.
“As much as I want to,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin, “I have a meeting with my brothers. But I won’t be long.”
I pout and tug the blanket higher, hating that he has to leave.
He smirks, reaching over to pull it back down, exposing my bare shoulder, his fingers ghosting over my skin. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want me to cancel everything and spend all day fucking you instead.”
I arch a brow. “That was exactly what I was thinking.”
Lucio chuckles low and deep, shaking his head. “Eat first, then we’ll talk about round five.”
I blink. “Eat?”
His smirk softens. “Yeah. I made you breakfast. It’s covered in the kitchen, ready whenever you want it.”
Something tightens in my chest, something I don’t know how to name. I glance at him, searching his face, but there’s no teasing, no smugness. Just Lucio. Taking care of me. Like it’s nothing.
Like I matter.
I swallow hard, hating how warm that makes me feel. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Lucio shrugs, watching me closely. “I wanted to.”
I don’t know what to say to that, so I just nod, fighting back a smile and pretending this doesn’t mean more than it should. Lucio leans down again, brushing his lips over mine—slow, deep, just enough to make me breathless before he pulls away.
“I won’t be gone long,” he murmurs, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip, his gaze heated. “And when I come back…” He smirks. “Be ready for me, Princess.”
Then he’s gone.
And I’m still in his bed, wrapped up in his scent, in his sheets, in something deeper than I ever expected.