Chapter 10 Willow
Willow
Luca chose me.
I shiver in anticipation as I stand in front of him, his impressive erection tenting his sweatpants. But this time, there are no masks to hide behind.
It’s me and Luca.
Raw and real.
Somehow, I manage to find the courage to rasp out, “Back against the headboard, pet.”
Luca doesn’t waver. He kicks off his shoes and scrambles into position, settling against my pillows.
I walk over to my bedside table and take out a pair of handcuffs and my favourite dildo.
“Hands above your head.”
He obliges, submitting to me without hesitation.
The click of the handcuffs causes a flutter between my thighs, and I exhale a deep breath, not taking my eyes off him as my fingers toy with the hem of my tank top.
His pupils dilate and his tongue darts out to run over his lips as he watches my every move, and it gives me the confidence to lift it over my head.
My breasts spill free, heavy and swollen with need. I toy with my peaked nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers.
The tortured noise that rumbles deep from Luca’s throat shoots straight to my core and slickness coats my panties.
“Please,” he begs, his voice barely a choked whisper as he squirms on the bed.
“Please, what?” I ask. My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I love the way this man falls apart for me without a single touch.
“Please, ma’am. Let me see all of you.”
The heat and need in his honey eyes make me feel desirable. I turn my back to him and slide my leggings and panties down my legs, bending so he can see my glistening centre.
“Fuck,” he whispers, and I grin as I kick my clothes away before straightening and turning my head to look at him over my shoulder. His throat bobs as he swallows. “You’re fucking perfect, Willow.”
His words cause a fluttering sensation deep within my stomach, and despite him breaking the rules, I want to reward him.
I pick up the dildo and place one foot on the bed.
Luca’s eyes lock on mine as I stick out my tongue and run the silicone toy over it before closing my mouth around the head and deep throating it.
His hips punch up off the bed as I gag around the intrusion.
Saliva coats the dildo as I continue my ministrations, ensuring it’s ready for me.
Once it’s good and wet, I slide it down the valley of my breasts, circling first one pebbled nipple, then the other.
Luca follows the toy’s journey down my body with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with shallow pants.
He tugs on the handcuffs as he squirms, desperately seeking the friction of his sweatpants against his rock-hard length.
His precum leaks through the material, leaving a wet patch that causes my mouth to salivate.
Fuck, I can’t wait to taste him. But first, I’m going to edge him until he’s begging for release.
“Patience, pet,” I murmur before sliding the dildo over my slick folds. My arousal coats the toy as I tease myself torturously.
Luca groans. I reward him by pushing the toy inside me slow and steady until it bottoms out.
The fullness coupled with the heat of his gaze causes a tingling sensation to start at my toes and spread to the top of my head.
I throw my head back with a moan as I pull it almost the entire way out, showing him the pearly-white cream coating the dildo before pushing it all the way back in.
The sound of my arousal and our panting breaths fills the silence as he watches me bring myself to the brink of orgasm.
“Come for me, Angel,” he chokes out. “Fuck, I need to see it.”
Too far gone to care about his insubordination, I pleasure myself with the dildo for him. My other hand rubs fast circles around my clit until blissful explosions stem from my core, causing me to cry out as my release coats both the toy and my hand.
Aftershocks wrack my body, and I slow my ministrations while I come down from the high. I gently remove the silicone from my pussy, clenching around the loss. My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I place my shaky leg back on the floor before climbing onto the bed to straddle Luca.
I lean in and kiss him, our tongues dancing erotically as he thrusts his hips into me. He moans into my mouth as we lick, suck and nip at each other.
“Open,” I demand when I pull away.
Luca’s lips part, and I bring the dildo up to swipe over his tongue.
He laps up my arousal from the toy like a man starved.
I continue to push it into his mouth until it reaches the back of his throat.
He gags, the sound sparking a flame deep inside of me.
I keep it buried there as I lean in to run my tongue over his swollen lips, the tangy taste of myself mixing with the undeniable taste that is him.
“Good boy,” I murmur as I remove the toy and toss it on the bed beside us. I lean in to run my nose over the crook of his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before soothing it with my tongue. The taste of his sweat has me salivating. “Does my pet want to come?”
“Yes, please, ma’am,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
“Such good manners,” I praise him, my lips gliding over his sculpted chest as I move down his body.
This is the first time I’ve done it like this—unhurried and indulgent—kissing his stomach, the ridges of his hard abs, and then following the ‘V’ lower to the dusting of fine hair that arrows down to his crotch.
He lifts his hips as I slide his sweatpants down, finally allowing his cock to spring free, the head red and angry as it leaks from the tip.
I swirl my tongue around the crown, humming when his hard length twitches. As I swallow him, hollowing my cheeks, I cup his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I can hold it, Angel. It feels too good,” Luca says with a groan, unable to resist thrusting into my throat.
I release him with a pop, and gaze up at him through my lashes. “Careful, pet. Remember who you’re talking to.” I squeeze his balls harder, and he lets out a hiss.
“Sorry, ma’am,” he grits out. Sweat coats his brow, and I can tell he’s barely holding on by a thread. Power surges through me at the thought of owning this man’s pleasure in the palm of my hand.
“Be a good boy and hold on a little longer. I promise it will be worth the wait.” Luca nods, and I gather saliva in my mouth before spitting on his cock.
“Holy shit,” he whispers reverently, staring down at me through hooded eyes.
I fist my hand around his velvet skin, applying pressure as I stroke him from base to tip.
My gaze doesn’t waver as I work him up again, alternating between my mouth and my hand, savouring the salty taste as he leaks against my tongue.
The need aching between my thighs grows with every suck, and I edge him one final time.
When I pull away, he tugs so hard against the handcuffs that I worry he’s going to snap his wrists in order to break free.
“Are you ready for me, pet?” I purr as I straddle his lap, hovering over his throbbing cock.
“Yes, ma’am.” His voice is strained, sweat coating his body.
I lean forward and lick into his parted mouth. “Such a good boy for me,” I praise him as I sink down slowly, my pussy stretching with his size, swallowing him inch by glorious fucking inch until I’m fully seated.
For a moment, we just stare into each other’s eyes, our panting breaths mingling between us. But the need builds inside me the longer he fills me, and I roll my hips, causing us both to moan. Luca’s barely holding on by a thread as he thrusts his hips up to meet my every move.
Needing to feel his hands on me, I lean in to unlock the handcuffs.
His hands slide into my hair as soon as he’s free, and he pulls me in for a searing kiss.
Our tongues instinctively search for one another as we move together in synchronicity.
He thrusts into me forcefully, hitting my G-spot with every drive.
I sit back on his lap, the indecent sound of my arse slapping his thighs adding to the intensity of our need for one another.
He keeps my lips anchored to his with one hand gripping my nape, while the other drops to my clit, rubbing torturous circles.
“Gonna need you to come, Willow,” he grunts into my mouth.
His use of my name sends sparks through my core.
“Not. Going. To last. Much Longer.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips, sending electrical impulses to my brain that has me unable to comprehend the magnitude of what this means for us.
This isn’t just an angel and her phantom meeting up for an anonymous fuck in a sex club.
This is two step-siblings entering into dangerous territory.
There are no masks. Nothing to hide behind.
The power balance has shifted and, all of a sudden, I’m hit with not only the most intense orgasm of my life, but the realisation that it won’t be as easy as I thought to let him go after this.
My head throws back as euphoria strikes me like a bolt of lightning, and I bite down on my bottom lip to muffle my cries of pleasure. Luca’s hands move to my hips as his reckless need for release has him burying himself deep and grunting loudly. His cock jerks as he empties inside me.
I collapse into his strong arms, trembling from the aftermath.
He embraces me, our chests pressed together as our heartbeats gradually find their rhythm again.
I want to pull away without falling for this man, but I don’t think I can.
After the last twenty-four hours, we’ve connected in a way that I know is going to break both our hearts.