52. Lucia
fifty-two
Lucia
The display tonight at the bar stirs up something in me.
I need Ari right now more than I need my next breath.
As soon as we get home, I’m more determined than ever to show him how much.
He closes the front door behind him, and I immediately pull him in and kiss him with as much fervor as I can. Ari matches my energy, molding his body against me.
We’ve shared too many kisses to count at this point, but I’ve never felt one like this. Electricity courses through every inch of my body, charging the air around us.
When we break apart, I rest my forehead against his.
“You never told me you defended me at Harlow and Knox’s wedding,” I say softly.
“I never felt the need to,” he smiles, pushing my hair out of my eyes. “I didn’t do it for the recognition. I did it because that’s what you deserved.”
“But we weren’t even friends. I would never have expected you to do it.”
Ari lets out a deep breath, looking as if he’s ready to divulge something. “We didn’t get along; there’s no denying that. But Lucia…” His eyes find mine, and I see nothing but tenderness and care within them. “I’ve always cared.”
“Always?” I ask, his admission leaving me breathless.
“Since the moment we met, sweetheart. There was always something about you.”
“What do you think that was?”
“I think deep down I knew that if I got to know you, I’d learn how fucking incredible you are. That was enough to keep my attention for those two years.”
“What do you think now that you have gotten to know me?”
Ari’s smile pulls me in and holds me captive. “I think you’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, Lucia. There’s nobody else like you. Fucking no one.”
As soon as the words register, I’m absolutely desperate for him.
I kiss him hard and start leading him away from the door.
“Ari, I need you.”
“Then I’m all yours.”
We frantically move to his bedroom. I slip off my heels and lie down on the bed while Ari kicks off his shoes. He stalks back over to me, a look on his face that I’ve never seen on him before.
“Lucia,” he breathes, eyes roaming over me from head to toe. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He brackets himself on top of me and kisses me, swiping his tongue into my mouth as I pull him impossibly closer.
And that’s still too much space between us.
I slip my hands under his black T-shirt, urging him to take it off. He does so quickly, fixing his glasses as his silver chain dangles from around his neck.
Ari helps me sit up and pulls my shirt over my head, letting my breasts fall free. I remove my skirt while he pushes his jeans and boxers down to the floor.
His gaze leers over me.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Ari smiles in disbelief. “Just admiring you, sweetheart. Thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my bed.”
“You sure know all the right things to say.”
He helps reposition me at the top of the bed, letting my head rest on a pillow before lying on his side next to me. “Just being honest, Lucia.”
And just like that, I fall even further.
“I need you. Please do something.”
“Well, I know I gave you your birthday sex the other day, but seeing as we didn’t celebrate until tonight, I’m inclined to think you’re owed another round.” Ari trails his hand up the inside of my thigh, resting it between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Lucia. Do you want me to use my hands?”
“Yes,” I nod.
“What else do you want?” he asks, trailing a finger over my slit as I spread my legs for him.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“That’s my girl.”
Ari seals his lips over mine at the same time as he pushes one finger inside me. I moan into his mouth, and he uses that opportunity to slide his tongue inside while pushing another finger into me.
His thumb teases my clit gently, and he falls into a perfect rhythm, tongues dancing together as he edges me toward release.
He reaches his other arm around by sliding it underneath me, and he teases it over my pussy before sliding it between my cheeks. When he pushes it inside my ass, I moan loudly as I start to feel my orgasm creeping in.
He pumps his fingers in both holes for a few moments before hooking them inside me, pulling my orgasm out of me hard and fast.
I come all over his fingers as he works me through, not stopping until I melt into the bed.
Ari pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean. “So fucking good, baby.”
“You call me baby sometimes,” I point out. “But usually sweetheart. Why?”
The light in the room is dim, but I can still make out the hint of a blush on his cheeks.
“Can I let you in on a secret, Lucia?” He closes his eyes and takes a breath. “I’ve never called anyone else sweetheart. That’s only ever been you.”
I’m shocked by the admission.
“But you started calling me sweetheart the first time we hooked up…”
He smiles at me sheepishly. “I know.”
“Why?” I ask softly, hopefully.
“I don’t know,” he admits. “I still don’t know. All I know is that to me, you’re my sweetheart.”
It’s not the admission I was hoping for, but it’s still something.
There has to be a reason I’m the only person he’s ever called sweetheart. He just hasn’t realized what it is he yet.
That’s enough for me right now.
“Ari,” I say, rolling onto my back and pulling him on top of me. “Please fuck me.”
“Mmm. I think I like the sound of you begging.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I tease.
His only response is to kiss me as he comes to rest between my spread legs.
Ari pushes the head of his cock inside me, and I wrap my arms around him.
“God, Lucia,” he sighs. “You still feel like fucking Heaven.”
He pushes the rest of the way inside, and stars dot my vision. I love the feeling of fullness I get from being with him.
“You…” I moan as he rolls his hips into me. “I just love the way you fill me, baby.”
“Your pussy was made for me, Lucia.”
“Yes,” I say emphatically. “Made for you, Ari. Only you.”
“Fuck, Luc…” Ari moans, slamming his hips into me again, only stopping when we’re distracted by the sound of my phone vibrating. “Who is that?”
“I don’t really care who it is right now,” I admit, wishing him to start moving again.
Ari leans over and looks at my phone screen before rolling his eyes. “Micropenis Matt is texting you again.”
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “Ignore it. I’m only focused on you right now.”
I can tell he likes that answer by the way he greedily captures my lips, thrusting into me again.
And then my phone starts ringing.
“Oh goddammit,” I say, annoyed. “Tell me he’s not calling.”
Ari lets out a dark chuckle. “I’m not one to lie.”
He literally could not have worse timing.
“Ignore him,” I plead.
A sly look crosses his face. “No, I’m gonna answer.”
“We’re in the middle of having sex, Ari!”
“Let him hear what he’s missing, then. Maybe he’ll finally leave you the fuck alone.” He grabs my phone and goes to answer. “I’m going to put it on speaker.”
Ari presses the button to answer, and Matt’s voice booms through the phone.
“Fucking finally you answer,” he chastises, like I’m the one in the wrong for not replying to him.
Ari rolls his hips into me again, and I stifle a moan. “I really don’t want to talk to you, Matt.”
“Well, we need to talk. What the fuck was that at the bar tonight? Your ‘friend’ is an asshole.”
“Says the man that refuses to leave the woman he cheated on alone,” Ari says, making his presence known.
“Jesus Christ,” Matt groans. “You’re with him right now.”
“Yes!” I squeak as Ari presses down on my clit with a devious smirk.
“Why do you sound like that?”
“N-no reason…” I breathe, trying to keep my composure as Ari does his best to make sure I lose it. He pushes himself deep inside me, hitting my favorite spot, and of course, I moan.
“What the fuck?” Matt yells. “Are you actually fucking him?”
“I’m surprised you recognize what she sounds like,” Ari prods, “seeing as you barely slept with her when you were together.”
“I told you he wanted to fuck you.”
“I’m not denying that,” he says, continuing to roll his hips. “Got a taste of her months ago, and I’ve been addicted since. Not sure how you could ever let someone like Lucia go. She’s fucking amazing, in and out of the bedroom.”
“Will you stop fucking talking?” Matt shouts at Ari.
“No,” he asserts, “because someone needs to get you to listen. Lucia has told you for a year to leave her alone, yet you keep coming back to harass her. So now I’m going to make you listen.
And you can start by listening to what she sounds like when a man takes care of her and fills her with everything he has.
I know she never made those sounds for you. ”
“Ari!” I cry when he presses on my clit again. “Yes, just like that!”
“Enjoy the way she sounds, Matt. You’ll never hear it from her again. Her sounds are mine, and I’m taking better care of her than you ever did. Now disrespectfully, fuck off and never contact her again.”
Ari hangs up the call and tosses my phone across the bed. He leans down and kisses me desperately, wildly thrusting his hips into me.
He’s feeling possessive right now, and it’s sexy as hell.
“Ari,” I moan. “God, that was hot.”
“Yeah, Spitfire?” His lips brush over mine. “You like making your ex listen to what you sound like when you’re with me? When you get the best sex of your life?”
“Yes!” I scream.
He nips my bottom lip. “Tell me I am.”
“You are,” I breathe. “Best sex of my life, Ari. No one will ever compare to you.”
“You, too, baby,” he groans, hips speeding up. “Never had sex better than you. You’re fucking perfect.”
“Is that why you want to have a baby with me?”
His eyes turn darker, feral need shining through them. “I want to have a baby with you because there is no one else I’d rather be tied to for life, Lucia. You’re smart as hell, confident as fuck, my literal favorite person. Why wouldn’t I want you to carry my child?”
I moan and throw my head back in pure ecstasy. “Give me your cum, Ari. I need it. I need to feel you dripping out of me.”
“Oh, I’ll give you my cum, but it stays inside this perfect cunt,” Ari growls. “I can’t get you pregnant if you let it go to waste.”
“You can’t actually get me pregnant right now, you know,” I tease him. “I still have an IUD.”
“Then I’ll fucking take it out of you, Lucia. Just because it’s in there right now doesn’t mean you’re keeping it.”
The feminist in me is telling me that’s a red flag and I should be worried.
The horny woman in me is telling me his obsession with getting me pregnant is hot as fuck.
I’m listening to the horny woman.
“Fuck me like it’s not there then, Ari. Fuck a baby into me anyway.”
“I fucking will.”
He smashes his lips into mine again, tongues swirling together as he teases my clit with his thumb. The combination of that, in addition to his wild thrusts, sends me hurtling over the edge.
“Ari! Yes, oh my God, yes!”
“Lucia, fuck!”
I feel his cock release inside me, emptying all of his cum into me.
We’re still for a few moments, catching our breath and calming our racing hearts.
Eventually, Ari pulls out of me, replacing his cock with his fingers. “Keep it inside you, sweetheart.”
The only thing I can think to do at this moment is show him exactly how much I want this and how I want it only with him.
I reach across the bed for my phone.
Ari watches me curiously. “What are you doing?”
I show him my screen. “Doing what I should have done a year ago. I’m blocking Matt’s number. I’m never getting what I want from him, and I’m tired of him and his shit. I don’t care about him at all. All of my focus is on you, Ari. You’re the only one I care about.”
Ari’s eyes are wild with disbelief at everything about this moment.
I didn’t just block my ex-boyfriend; I essentially told Ari he’s the only thing I see.
He has to process what that means on his own, but he might be starting to understand.
Like he’s seeing that this isn’t friendship to me; I’m absolutely in love with him.
And he looks terrified.