Chapter 23 #2
A ribbon of power and lust unfurled in her.
She liked it.
How much he wanted it.
Wanted her. Enough to beg on his knees.
“Say it again,” she whispered.
He pinned his forehead to her navel. “Please,” he begged in a shaky voice.
She lifted his chin. His gasping, ragged breaths made his thick chest heave, and his jaw ticked with need.
She bit her lip, wet at the sight of him so gone for her. “Beg for it.”
A moan shuddered through him as she cupped his cheek, his eyes squeezing together in pleasured agony. “I never want to stop smelling like you,” he murmured against her hand. “Want to coat my face in you. Please. God, Liv, please.”
She hooked a thumb on his bottom lip, pulling his mouth down. He looked up, desperately, every muscle tensed. Her world turned inside out as she realized he craved this. Wanted her beyond reason.
Blood hammering in her veins, she wanted to hear him say it. “Tell me how much you need it,” she whispered, voice dripping with lust.
Anguish wracked his face as his nostrils flared. “I need to go down on you, eat you out. Can’t think about anything else other than what you taste like. Please, Liv. Please, let me lick you. Pl—”
He whimpered against her hand as she raised her skirt. Air danced on her pussy, her leotard still pulled to the side.
“Fuck,” he moaned, low and slow, at her pussy inches from his face. “I knew you would be perfect.”
He grazed a thumb over her, his eyes darting to hers as his thumb connected with her throbbing, swollen clit peeking through.
She bit her lip, wanting his mouth but wanting this… this dance between them more. Feeling so desired and sexy.
His forehead pinned to her hip as his hands wrapped tighter on the backs of her thighs, starting to spread her legs. He huffed in deep breaths for control as her hands raked through his hair.
He brushed his nose slowly back and forth against the skin of her pussy.
Back and forth, his nose grazed closer and closer until the tip connected with her clit peeking out, and she moaned.
He kissed the top of her thigh. “Your smell alone could make me come, Liv. Every horny fantasy I’ve ever had came together, and it smells like you. Salty, warm, sexy.”
He teased her clit with his nose slowly, enjoying it. She gasped at how good it felt.
Then, she lost her mind because he traced the tip of his nose straight up her slit, caressing her with it.
He traced her slowly, mesmerized as their eyes locked. Up and down her pussy with just the tip of his nose, his hot breath on her thighs.
Inhaling her with a shuddering sigh, he begged, “Please,” again and again and again.
He slipped it in further, teasing the side of her clit back and forth. She sobbed at how desperate he was that he’d fuck her with anything she’d let him use.
How much he wanted the most intimate, sexual part of her.
She was about to come from his nose fucking her and she finally gave in.
“Yes, eat me,” she said, pushing his head down.
His tongue speared her seam immediately as he moaned into her, face pinched in ecstasy. He lapped like a madman, catching every drop of wetness on her thighs, her pussy.
He pulled her legs wider to take what he wanted.
Broad strokes of his tongue from her entrance up to her clit had her leaning back onto the barre as he devoured her, pinning her in place.
The hot, wet heat of his tongue filled her with slippery pleasure that was punctuated by nips and bites. She cried out in shrieks, loud and unbothered, her fingers gripping his hair for more.
The burn of his stubble brushing against her thighs and on her pussy revved her higher and higher.
Growling with need, he lifted one leg, then the other so both legs were slung over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around each one, holding the weight of her up to his mouth as she pressed into him for more.
He ate with abandon, like she was his last meal, gorging himself on eating her pussy as fast as he could, gobbling every bit down.
He was sloppy, messy slurps and sucking accompanying her shameless moans. Burying his face into her like he couldn’t get enough. Like her orgasm was the key to solving his every problem.
He ate her like he needed every drop or he wouldn’t live to tomorrow.
Sobs turned into screams as she arched her back. She pushed his face in harder. She bounced on the barre from how hard he ate her, biting and nipping, sucking hard on her clit.
The pleasure felt too good. The sight of him destroying her, face pressed between her thighs and wet with her, was too hot. The combination of his tattoos pressing against her skin and the safety of him holding her down to eat her like a rabid animal was too much for her.
And she still wanted more.
He sucked hard on her clit in between licks up and down, savoring every taste. “I want more, Liv,” he said against her clit.
“Take whatever you want,” she said, pushing his face down into her again, hard, liking how he moaned as she shoved his head down.
Ferocious, loud, dirty slurps and moans echoed in the room in between her whimpers.
He sucked every part of her he could reach, his tongue teasing her entrance.
Fuck, she’d die from how good that felt.
He set her down and steadied her legs suddenly. He stood, but she barely had time to register it as he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her upside down.
He held her tight around her waist, her face now in front of his belt—upside down.
“What the—fuuuuck,” she screamed as he buried his face into her pussy, now held open at mouth level.
He sucked and licked, burying his nose at her entrance. Again and again, he pressed his face against her, his tongue licking from clit to entrance. She opened her legs wider, and he moaned when she spread them as wide as they could go.
“Goddamn,” he sighed against her clit. “Nothing better than you spreading your legs for me, Liv.”
She could only hold on to his hips, the blind pleasure clutching her body making it difficult to think.
His tongue traced her entrance, dipping in further and further.
She squeezed around it, at his mercy. Her hips bucked against his face, seeking friction.
He sucked on her clit hard, then harder and—
A full body shriek of a climax ripped through her, curling into his torso as he kept going and going, eating as if nothing had happened.
She panted as he kept licking and undid his belt, finally gathering her wits. His cock was too far away to reach with her mouth, but she pulled it out of his boxers.
“Liv, I can’t last long.” He licked slowly around her pussy, teasing her entrance. “I need you to give me one more. Please.”
She grasped his leaking cock, and he yelled with pleasure. She slid the precum up and down his head, and he moaned as he sucked on her clit again.
And despite having just come, her slutty clit wanted it.
She clenched around nothing as she licked her lips, imagining what his cock would taste like. She spit on her palms and grabbed his cock as he shifted her in his arms, one arm holding her waist.
Two thick fingers speared her pussy, already slippery and needy. She gasped, clenching around him.
“Fuck, you’d look so good taking it, wouldn’t you?” he murmured, sliding in and out of her. He rubbed his stubble back and forth against her clit. “Can you take three, Liv?”
She whined in response, tugging his cock. His fingers stretched her, filled her.
“Please,” she whimpered, thinking of how good it would feel. Just like the cock in her hands that might rip her in two if she ever got to ride it.
“Say it again,” he said, flicking her clit with his tongue back and forth shamelessly. “Beg for it, Liv.”
She moaned at that. Because she would beg.
“Please,” she whispered, another climax building already from him making her beg. “Please, fuck me,” she whined as he teased her with the tip of a third finger. “Please, Luca, please.”
She pumped his cock, wanting to show him how much she wanted it.
He sucked her clit hard as he pumped in a third thick finger. She shrieked, fucking his face as best she could, coming all over him, the intensity of it harder and brighter than the first one. He came hard, spilling over her hands.
She ground out every last drop as Luca moaned into her pussy, fucking up into her hands harder and slower, cum sliding between her fingers.
They stilled, catching their breaths, which were echoing in the studio. Luca wiped his face from side to side over her pussy, breathing hard.
He was getting more of her on him. Marking himself with her.
Fuck, why do I love that?
But two could play at that game.
He set her down on her feet gently, holding her waist as the blood resettled throughout her body. She locked eyes with him and licked each finger, the taste of him salty on her tongue.
His jaw ticked, and he caught her cheeks with his hands, kissing her as she sucked the last finger into her mouth.
The taste of her on his tongue as he kissed her hard felt primal. Universal.
She pressed against him, feeling safe, treasured, as each kiss was slower, more savoring, until he finally kissed her temple and gently moved her leotard back into place.
They walked on wobbly legs to the stack of tumbling mats in the corner. They collapsed on them, facing the ceiling, gasping for breath.
She collected the thoughts she had screamed all over the room. He tucked her into his chest as they lay together.
“So?” She rubbed her face against his chest. “Why did you come over again?”
They burst into bright, crazed laughter.
“For that.” He tucked her head underneath his chin and kissed the top of it. “Wanted to see you.”
“You got to see a lot of me,” she said, squeezing his chest. Laughter rang around the echoey studio as they clutched each other, wheezing.
He traced light fingertips along her hair and around her shoulder.
She could feel herself start to self-sabotage.
Shouldn’t he be doing other things? He was so busy. Was she just his favorite hobby?
But, no. She would try to enjoy this.
Whatever this was.
“So you said you had a no-dating rule?” She swirled her fingers around on his chest, letting her hand climb underneath his shirt.
He sucked in a breath as her nails toyed with his chest hair. “Yeah, no dating.”
She thought about what they’d been doing. Sneaking kisses, mutual mind-blowing orgasms. “But you do this?”
“If you’re asking if Georgia and I had a fling, the answer is no.” He smiled, pushing a stray lock of hair out of her face with the back of his knuckles.
“I wouldn’t put it past her.”
His back arched, and he laughed so hard that it made her laugh in return. She loved seeing a lightning bolt of laughter course through him, evaporating the constant frustration in his brows.
He bit his lip, still wet with her arousal. “I’ve had two one-night stands. Over the last”—he shrugged—“three years.”
Her gaze dropped from his, but those fingers tilted her chin back to him.
“That’s not what this is,” he said confidently, looking straight into her soul.
A question hung unspoken between them, in the silence.
“Oh my gosh, I have to say it,” she said, smashing her face into his chest muscles. She felt like the worst cliche. “Then what is this?”
“This is… unexpected.” His eyes traced her face. “And addicting.” He brushed his lips against hers, again and again, lingering longer. Wearing her scent on his skin like a badge of honor.
She curled into him, already wanting him again. Wanting to sleep beside him and wake up in the middle of the night to do it all over again. “For the record, I don’t regularly fall for people who pay me.”
He smiled mischievously against her lips. “You’re falling for me?”
She flopped to face the ceiling and sighed out every frustration in her life. “Like a rock.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head.
He sat up, leaning over her. His expression was nervous. “Annabelle’s getting attached. To you.” He pushed the hair out of her face with such care she could have cried. “She had a hard time the other night. Things always keep changing, and people leave her.”
Tears sprang unexpectedly to Olivia’s eyes in sympathy, and Luca’s thumb traced her cheek. It was physically painful to think about ever hurting AB’s feelings. “I’m so sorry. Should I stop babysitting?” She’d do whatever they needed.
He bit his lip, shrugged the shoulders she mentally called her happy place. “I don’t know. You light her up when you’re around. You light up both of us. I guess that has to factor in too.” She pulled him down to the mats and snuggled back into her happy place.
Something still felt off. She didn’t like the idea of taking payment to be with her favorite people.
“I think…” She traced the stubble on his cheek with her fingertips. “I think you should stop paying me.”
“Absolutely not,” he said firmly, rolling his eyes.
“I just want to spend time with you guys. It feels weird for you to pay me.”
He huffed. “I don’t want you to feel weird, but I would also like you to afford groceries.”
“How about I start eating at your house three meals a day?” she said with a playful smile.
“Oh, because that’s going to be so different from what happens now?” He nibbled on her neck, the scratch of his stubble causing her to laugh, the sound of it echoing in the studio.
“How about,” she said, thinking about her just-have-fun agenda, “we just enjoy each other, for however long I’m here. No labels, no rearranging of anything. Just consensual good times.”
AKA this is tomorrow’s problem.
He sighed, his eyes roaming over her face and down her body. “This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker later.”
She snuggled back into her happy place and squeezed herself against him.
Yes. Yes, it will.