Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LUCA
Luca sped over the country roads from Cooperstown, pushing his normal speed limit of five miles over. He’d dropped AB off with her grandparents to stay the night.
Next, he’d have to swing by the festival to grab his only shop sign since the pumpkin chucking contest had been last night. Tiny, the bouncer from Thirsty Beaver, had won and already emailed photos of his cats for his custom auto-body-job prize.
But Luca wasn’t speeding for a sign.
The clock was ticking on how much free time—and free house—he and Olivia had until AB came home tomorrow.
And I’m going to use every second.
Being with Olivia, even when she’d been sick, was torture if he couldn’t hold her the way he wanted.
Taste her again like I did in the studio.
A call from Olivia came through on his SUV. “Hey, Liv.” He had a dopey grin on his face just from picturing her calling him.
“How’d drop-off go?”
“Fine. She barely even turned around to wave at me. I’m fifteen minutes out from home.”
A hmmm purred through his SUV. He straightened in his seat as it set his blood on fire.
“I wish it was more like five,” she said in a teasing voice. “I’ve been working out, and I’m very sweaty.” Her pouty voice was teasing. “I might have to take a shower.”
“Don’t you dare,” he said, gritting his teeth, imagining licking every part of her.
A low, sultry laugh echoed around him, teasing his cock. “I guess it’s okay since I’m not wearing much,” she said with a sigh. “Just a workout bra and panties.”
He growled as he hopped off the highway and slowed to a stop at a stop sign, letting himself picture her for one second. “What kind?” he rasped.
“Thong,” she answered playfully. “Easier to see my ass bounce that way.”
He threw his head back, and his cock went rock hard as he pictured her ass bouncing like it had when he’d eaten her out upside down, becoming the animal he usually kept caged away.
“Did I lose you?” she asked, a smirk in her voice.
“Almost. Christ,” he murmured. “All my blood went to the fucking steel in my pants, Liv.”
She hummed into the phone again. “I cannot wait until you get home.”
“Touch yourself,” he ground out, driving into town.
“Way ahead of you,” she sighed.
Fuck. Me. He squeezed his hard cock over his jeans for relief.
“I want you wet when I get home. Gonna fuck you in the kitchen first, bent over the island.” A moan wrapped around him from his car speakers. “Haven’t stopped thinking about it since I first saw you stretched out over it.”
The animal he normally kept locked away rattled in its cage. “Liv, I’m gonna warn you. I—” He faltered, taking an extra second at a stop sign, trying to gain composure. “I need to fuck you first, hard. I’ll make love to you later.”
“Good. I want it so bad. But… can I make a request?” she asked, breathless.
He pulled into the town square. “Anything, other than not coming home.”
“Can you…”
He could hear her smile as she paused.
“Can you pull my hair? Like you did when we first kissed?”
His brain went blank, and he choked on a breath.
Fuck the sign.
“Gotta go. Be home soon.” He pulled a U-turn at an intersection and hit a button on his console to call the shop.
“I told you, don’t come in. Almost done with final inventory,” Angie answered amiably.
“Can you pick up the shop sign at the Fairwick Falls square today?” he asked, beelining to his house.
“Sure—”
He hung up. He’d apologize later, but he couldn’t multitask beyond getting home safely as soon as possible.
The condoms he’d stashed in his wallet and pockets were burning holes in his brain. He screeched to a halt in his garage, threw the SUV into park, and leapt out.
Stalking through the backyard, he pulled out his wallet with trembling fingers. Grabbing a condom, he took the stairs two at a time. He gripped it in his teeth as he pulled open his belt buckle. Shoving open the door, he tossed his wallet and keys on the floor as he unzipped his fly.
The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg—that goddamn lotion she wore—catcalled him as he entered the laundry room.
Olivia was in the kitchen, bent over with her hair loose and spilled onto the island. Her tits pushed against the top of her sports bra.
A blush pinked her cheeks as she held her ass in the air and a hand between her thighs. Every limb glistened, covered in sweat.
Not breaking his stride through the hallway, he pulled out his cock.
“Wet?” he growled, resorting to one-word sentences.
“Too wet,” she moaned, biting her lip, looking needy.
“Good.” Need made his hulking movements fast and possessive. “Need to fuck you. Claim you.”
She nodded, arching her back as she rubbed herself harder. “Do it,” she whispered.
Stalking across the kitchen to her, his eyes only on her blushed ass and the sound of her wet pussy being stroked, he tore the condom open with his teeth and rolled it on.
In three swift movements, he yanked her thong over, kicked out her foot to make room, and thrust into her.
Hard.
They gasped, frozen in the moment of finally joining.
Finally.
The hot, tight heat of her made his eyes cross. He breathed through it.
Bending over her, he threaded their fingers together as they sighed in relief. He thrust into her like that, sliding in further.
Where I belong.
“Oh,” she panted, “god.” She moaned as he thrust hard again, pinning her to the island. He bit her shoulder, tasting the salt of her. He nipped at the cord of muscle on her neck, squeezing her fingers threaded through his as her muscles squeezed hard around his cock.
“Fuck,” he yelled, trying to keep it together. He licked up her spine, tasting the salt from her workout.
He bent her back down over the counter, savoring the view as he slid his cock out of her, slowly, seeing her stretched around him. He gripped her hips, slamming into her again, her ass bouncing.
She squeezed around him again hard, and he saw stars.
“Fuck, Liv,” he gasped. “It’s too good.”
He bent over her and pulled her face back to him. This wasn’t going to last long, and he needed to kiss her at least once.
Tongues and lips met in messy, grasping kisses as he held her jaw, twisting her face toward him. She grabbed his arm for leverage, sucking on his tongue, making him need her even more.
Let me out, his animal raged, and he growled.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
She kissed him harder, her teeth drawing blood from his lips. “No, you have to come first. I”—he thrust hard, and she moaned—“I want you to use me.”
He kissed her hard, tasting the lust on her tongue.
She panted, meeting his eyes. “Like you dreamt of. I can take it.”
The animal burst out of the cage, and he roared out a sob of need.
He shoved her back down, savoring the view of her ass bouncing as he fucked her at a punishing pace like a beast, claiming her. He ran his hand up into her hair and grasped the roots, tugging her hair back.
“Yes,” she sobbed, grabbing a nipple.
He leaned over, tugging her hair back harder so he could whisper in her ear. “I love that you’re like me.” He fucked her harder, and she whimpered, bouncing from it. “Depraved and dirty and shameless for what you want.” She moaned, and the animal inside him liked it.
Liked that she was at his mercy and wanted to be used.
“More,” she gasped. Her tits brushed against the island as he slammed into her. Can’t wait to suck them later.
“Fuck, Liv. That’s it, louder. You love it like this, don’t you?” he growled, grabbing her waist, pulling her hair hard.
She screamed as he slammed into her, his belt clanging with every thrust, her cries getting louder. His control slipped as her hips chased and bucked against the counter’s edge for friction, willing to use anything to get off as he fucked her.
Needy. Desperate. Like me.
Lightning shot up his spine, tightened his balls, as that sight of her fucking the counter pushed him over the edge.
He bent over her as he lost control, coming hard in thrust after thrust, roaring out his climax as she squeezed her muscles around him.
His heart was floating somewhere outside his body, pleasure coursing up his legs and into her.
Until they stilled, panting over the counter.
God.
Damn.
He held her head, kissed her cheek, the edge of her mouth as she leaned into him. Blushing cheeks warmed his lips as her hands held on to his arms, stilled in savoring the moment together.
“That was…” he said through ragged breaths.
“Perfect,” she said, arching against him.
There weren’t words he could think of other than I’m so fucking gone for you.
So, instead, he slowly slid out of her, tugged off the condom, and tossed it in the trash. She was wobbly, leaning against the counter.
He bundled her against his chest, needing to take care of her, and tilted her face up to his with concern. “You okay?”
She nodded, melting against him. He palmed her head, kissing her temple, holding her safe.
Pieces of his brain started to come back online.
She hasn’t come yet.
And you’re just getting started.
He swept her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she said in a confused, lusty haze.
He carried her into the living room. “Liv, I just fucked you hard, pulled your hair. Being treated like a queen is the bare minimum for aftercare. And during-care, I guess. You owe me two more orgasms.”
She curled into his neck, placing a kiss there and practically purring. “Mmmm, two?”
He kissed her as he sidestepped a pile of toys. “Two-to-one ratio, Liv. For as long as we’re doing this.”
It was selfish, really. Imagining her coming under him, over him, anywhere. It had been how he’d finished every handjob since the day he’d seen her at Bookish. I just want to see it as much as I can in real life.
Time to indulge his fantasy.
“Your little panties trick on the stairs made me realize what I wish I’d done instead,” he said, taking her upstairs.
He made it halfway up before he sat her down. Slowly, he tugged the zipper of her sports bra down and slid it off her shoulders. Pulled her thong off.
He stood back for a second, drinking in the view.