Chapter 12 #3
Luca arches an eyebrow, feigning innocence, but there’s a glint of challenge in his eyes.
He shifts beneath me, his cock hard and pulsing between us, and his smirk widens. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and he’s enjoying it too.
“What will you do if I do?” he taunts softly, his voice barely above a whisper against my skin, daring me to act on my threat.
Anyone else, and I’d hate them for it, but I could never hate Luca.
A wicked smile flickers across my lips as I lean closer. “You really want to find out?” I tease, letting my voice drop to a husky whisper.
I hear the soft gasp as I grind my hips against his, and he’s fighting temptation.
My fingers tighten around his wrists, daring him to push back, but he stays perfectly still, eyes locked on mine, hungry and unflinching. For a split second, it feels like we’re suspended in time, tangled in possibility, each breath charged with anticipation.
“God, I really do,” Luca rasps, and his eyes fall shut as I tease him with my hips.
He’s treading carefully, trying to hold on as heat flares between us, and I release my hold on his arm long enough to let my fingers trail down to his cock.
I want to touch him, stroke him, make him scream my name and have him forgive me. Each breath he takes is slow and thick. Heat floods between us, just listening to his breathing, my heart thundering as he rolls us quickly around and I’m flat on my back.
“Having fun yet?” He beams down at me.
My fingers tease the head of his cock, and his eyes flutter closed as his head lolls back, enjoying my touch.
I guide my fingers down his shaft and listen to each raspy breath and gasp for air that he craves, thrilled that I’m responsible for those sinfully beautiful noises that he makes.
“Just getting started, princess,” I mock.
His eyes scowl at me using that nickname on him. But before he can say anything further, I’m guiding his rock-hard cock inside of me and I’ve silenced him.
There’s a first for everything.
His eyes blissfully shut, and my heart thunders at the feeling as I take all of him deep inside of me.
Luca pulls out, pushing me away forcefully.
“What—”
“Condom,” he mutters and rolls over to the nightstand to grab one.
Shit.
I can’t believe I forgot the condom. But we’re not with any other partners, at least I haven’t been, and I don’t think Luca has been unfaithful to me.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, hoping that will ease his concerns.
“Right.” He tears the foil packet and sheaths the condom on his cock before climbing back onto me. “Now, where were we?”
I smile, letting him lead this dance because, right now, I don’t care who’s top or bottom. We could be fucking standing, and it wouldn’t matter. I just want Luca, now.
“You were about to fuck me because I called you princess.”
My reminder is all that he needs because he’s back in control, his cock poised at my entrance and then pushing in, inch by inch.
Every thrust is glorious and feels amazing.
He stretches my insides, moving deeper with each stroke, and I wrap my legs around him, wanting to take all of him.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my fingernails scraping at the sheets, the bedding, and then at Luca, craving as much contact as possible, and yet it never feels enough.
My breath comes out in ragged gasps, the room heating up with every movement.
Luca’s name slips past my lips in a desperate whisper, my body arching toward him, chasing the electric feeling that builds between us.
Already, I’m so close, but I want him there right along with me. My fingernails mark him, claiming Luca as mine as I claw at him, needing more.
He grabs my hands, pushing them into the mattress at my sides, pinning me down.
His body is like molten lava, flooding me with heat, fire, desire, as I chant his name over and over again.
My body arches, toes curling, as I chase the spark, falling into oblivion.
He’s right there with me, his lips fused on mine, silencing the last of my moans and pleas as his tongue pushes past my lips, spilling all of himself inside of me.
A moment later, he rolls off me to remove the condom and clean up. He’s breathing heavily, my heart hammers against my ribcage as I still attempt to catch my breath.
He lies down with me, pulling me against his chest as he spoons me.
My eyes close, sated.
It’s been too long since he’s held me. The feeling alone is warm and comforting. I struggle to stay awake. His soft kisses on my shoulder lull me to sleep.
I don’t know how long it’s been, but I feel the bed shift and hear the sound of Luca getting dressed. “Are you going to the party?” I yawn, pulling the sheets up around myself.
Luca tosses me my jersey that I wore earlier to the game, so that I have something on when Zeke inevitably wakes and tears into our bedroom.
It’s been a bad habit since I started sleeping in his bedroom.
I sit up, pulling the jersey over my head. My eyes are heavy. I want to fall back to sleep in Luca’s arms, but I don’t think that’s happening again tonight. At least not until he comes home.
“Just for an hour, maybe two at most. I need to pick up Kensley, drop her at the dorms and then bring Nova, Ashton, and Liam home.”
“Can’t someone else do it?” I yawn, crawling back under the covers.
“I don’t trust the guys will be sober. I’ll be back before you know it.” Luca strides over and plants a kiss on my forehead.
“Goodnight, princess,” I mumble, trying to rile him up.
He growls and captures my lips in a heated kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me tight against him. “Keep calling me that, princess, and you’ll find your bottom scorched.”