Chapter 9 #3
And it’s that surprise that lands his mouth on mine with a searing kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips, and I pull him closer, tighter, deeper.
Already, I crave more, but he seems to have other intentions as he breaks apart the kiss.
I’m gasping for breath, the room sweltering, and while his cheeks have a faint rosy hue, he seems otherwise calm, like he’s just getting started on his brand of sweet torture.
“Did I leave you speechless?” He’s teasing me, and the man could easily kill me and I’d gladly fall into my own grave for him.
“I’m not going to beg for anything, ever,” I say, my eyes narrowing.
As hot as Luca is, he will never see me beg.
Ever.
I walk him backward toward the mattress and gently push him down onto the bed. Straddling his hips, I climb above him, my hands on his chest.
“Are you sure about that?” he asks, smiling up at me. His hands tease my skin as I grind against him, and I watch as he’s slowly becoming overloaded with pleasure.
We have too many clothes on, and I can certainly feel his excitement poking me.
About fucking time.
But he doesn’t give in to temptation or pleasure.
He’s staring up at me, his back against the plush material as his fingers tease the hem of my shirt, inching the Evergreen University sweatshirt just slightly higher before his warm fingers guide upward as he brushes the pads of his fingers against the curve of my breast.
I inhale sharply and feel a pool of warmth flood through me.
His touch is pure electricity, humming and alive.
“You’ll be the one begging,” I say, staring down at him as my hips move against his.
His eyes momentarily close for a fraction of a second, and I watch all of his composure begin to melt away.
It’s impossible not to feel powerful and pleased with the reaction I stir in him.
He shakes his head. “You’ll beg,” he whispers as I lean down and drag my tongue up his neck, tasting his skin before moving to his lips.
“I’m not so sure about that,” I smirk and lean in, taking a taste, giving in to temptation as I let my body rest against him.
The kisses are hot and fierce, fueled with fire as he wraps his legs around my hips and rolls us over, pinning me on my back.
His body covers me for only a brief instant before he climbs off me, and I whimper.
“Don’t worry,” he says with a grin, “I’m not going anywhere. You’re in my bedroom, remember?” Luca tugs off his shirt and guides me onto the mattress so that I can rest my head on the pillow while I watch him undress.
“Don’t I get a strip show?” I joke and gesture for him to spin around while he’s removing his clothes, so I get to enjoy the entire view.
“Next time,” he promises, making it clear that this isn’t a one-off fling happening.
He drops his sweats to the floor and stands naked in all his glory at the end of the bed.
I sit up and turn around, crawling on all fours on the mattress, wanting to taste and touch him. He’s absolutely gorgeous, from his toned and tanned abs, all the way down his body.
Luca doesn’t hide himself from me.
There’s no reason to, and I love how comfortable he is naked. He’s also got the body of an athlete, sculpted perfectly with thick muscles. He is truly a work of art.
It’s hard not to stare.
He smiles and tilts his head with a crooked grin. “You ready to beg?” he asks.
I think he’s joking, but I’m not entirely sure. I move onto my knees, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him against me, needing to feel him, to see that this is, in fact, real and I’m not dreaming.
“I think you’re the one who’s going to be begging,” I whisper as I kiss him.
His body is warm beneath my touch, his muscles firm as my fingers trail across his stomach and down toward the juncture of his thighs.
He grabs my hand, guiding me onto my back, pushing my hands together into the mattress, trapping me.
It’s exhilarating, and my body lights with fire as he holds me down against the bed. He’s naked and warm, and I so want to feel skin on skin. This is torture. “Please,” I whisper, and a knowing smile crosses his features.
“You listen so well,” he says as he hovers over me.
It’s sweltering, but I’m pretty sure the warmth is entirely from the two of us. “I have too many clothes on.”
“That’s not begging.” Luca smiles and releases his hold on me. “But you’re right. You’re overdressed, and I think it’s time for your strip dance,” he whispers into my ear.
My breath catches in my throat. The butterflies are back in my stomach. “I don’t think I can do that,” I whisper. “How about just strip?”
He smirks and climbs off me. “Be my guest.” Luca offers me a hand, helping me off the mattress as I give him a confused look. “I would love to have you as my own personal stripper.”
I choke on his words. “I didn’t mean—” Humiliation creeping up on my face, I’m confident I’m blushing because it’s hot as Hades in here.
Luca slowly helps me out of my clothes, the ones that he loaned me today for the bonfire. They tumble to the floor, and I can’t help but feel inadequate, but those feelings are quickly silenced by his lips on my neck as he kisses a path down my body.
“Look at you,” he whispers, moving down my breasts, “and you’re mine.” His voice comes out gravely and thick, heavy with desire. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
He nips at my skin, kissing and tasting as my fingers tangle in his hair and move down across his back.
He lifts me to him, my legs wrapping around his waist as our lips meet once again, this time fueled with fire and flames. “God, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confesses between kisses.
Luca carries me to the mattress and guides me onto my back. He relinquishes his hold on me long enough to grab a condom from his overnight bag. “Aren’t you glad I brought these?” He flashes the foil packet at me and drops it onto the mattress for later.
“I’m on the pill, Luca, but yes, I am glad that we’re being safe. But again, do you really think you’re going to need the entire box?”
“Gosh, I hope so.” His lips are back against my skin, sending warm, tingly sensations throughout my body as he guides my thighs apart, but his lips move down my legs, teasing me. “I plan on memorizing every inch of you.”
I try to keep my breathing and moans as quiet as possible. I grab a pillow, shoving it over my face as his mouth hovers between my legs. I don’t know how thin the walls are and I don’t want anyone hearing us, especially his family.
I can hear his soft chuckle, and he yanks the pillow away from my face. “Eyes on me, baby.”
His commanding voice sends shivers through my core. I moan, and he smiles as his tongue teases along my folds, not quite touching me where I crave it the most. Luca knows exactly what he’s doing. “That’s my girl.”
He’s taking his sweet time, and his words send my body into overdrive, heat flooding all of my senses.
“Luca,” I rasp, my fingers clenching at the bedsheets as I crave more. “I want to feel you inside of me.” I’m not above begging at this point.
“You taste so fucking good.” His mouth is on me, his tongue teasing my clit, driving me absolutely crazy.
His fingers hold my hips steady, his mouth never slowing down as he keeps the motions steady, the rhythm even, as I ride closer to oblivion.
“I want you to come for me,” Luca commands, and my body willingly obeys him.
My toes curl and my eyes slam shut as I arch my back, feeling the beginning tremble ripple through me.
Gasping for air, my heart feels as though it will leap from my chest at any moment as my body shudders beneath him.
“Good girl,” Luca says as he climbs back up my body, retrieving the foiled condom that’s on the bed beside us.
My heart is still trying to catch up with my breathing. Lying on the mattress, my fingers stroke Luca, wanting to touch every inch of his body. “I want you inside of me,” I say, making it clear that we’re nowhere near done.
My insides tingle with warmth, and my body craves him. I’ve never had a man do that before—and succeed. Sure, my high school boyfriend would go down on me, but I never actually came from it.
I reach for Luca, my hands on his cheeks, pulling his mouth back down to me, needing to taste him. I crave him in the same way one needs air to breathe, but this is so much more intense. It’s as though I’m drowning and he’s the surface of the water that will keep me alive.
His mouth is back on mine, pushing his tongue inside, the condom secured as he teases my entrance with his cock, rubbing it against my clit.
I moan, gripping his shoulder with my fingernails. “Are you going to tease me all night?” I whisper, staring up at him.
“Just until you can’t take it anymore,” Luca says with a smile. “You have the perfect lips for kissing.” And his mouth is back on mine, hungrily taking what he craves, me.
It’s enough to make me feel as though my heart is going to burst within my chest. “Your—” I glance down between us. I don’t know how he’s going to fit inside.
He’s fucking huge.
And I’m sure he’s heard all the girls tell him that before, but it’s true.
It makes me nervous as hell, because while I’ve had sex, it’s been more than a year, and it was never anything like what Luca’s sporting. His hard-on is big enough to scare a virgin.
Thank God I lost mine in high school to my shitty loser of a boyfriend.
“Have you ever—” Luca whispers. “If you haven’t, we can take things slow.” He’s being so kind, and I know he doesn’t want to slow things down, but I appreciate his willingness to meet my needs.
“I want you to fuck me, Luca,” I say, giving him my enthusiastic consent, because while I’m scared that it’s going to hurt, I also want this with him. And if any other girl were to get her claws on him, I might have to kill her.
The smile never leaves his face. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”