15. Brooklyn
brOOKLYN
Luka slips the limo driver a few crisp bills and tells him to go get himself a drink, and then just like that, we’re alone in the back seat.
The partition is up, and the windows are blacked out, but even if they weren’t, I don’t think I’d have a mind to care.
All I can think about is ripping Luka’s clothes off and climbing him like a tree.
He urges me down onto the seat, on my back, his strong body hovering over me.
Our eyes catch for a second before his mouth is on mine again, and that’s all it takes for me to lose complete control.
I rip at his tux jacket until it slides off his shoulders, then tug at the buttons on his dress shirt, not caring that his tie is in the way.
I just need to feel his bare skin under my palms.
“Careful,” he barks, his hands at the hem of my dress. “You’re going to pop the buttons.”
“Shut up,” I sass him.
Finally getting his shirt open, I slip a hand over his chest and moan at the warm hardness of his naked body. Luka growls against my lips, his hands roughly bunching my skirt fabric up over my hips. I slap his hand and cock my head back.
“Don’t wrinkle the silk, you beast.”
“You think I give a damn about your dress? I’m just trying to get to your pussy.”
I take a fistful of his hair and make him look at me. “Who says you’re getting my pussy?”
His hands cup my face and hold me tight. “I do.”
He kisses me, deep and hard, until I’m panting. Pulling away, I gently untie the halter behind my neck and slip the dress over my head, draping it flat on the seat across from us.
“Fuck, yes.” The hunger on his face deepens as he realizes I wasn’t wearing anything at all beneath the dress.
My body is spread out bare for him, and if I’m not careful, my heart will be too. I loop my hands around his neck and pull him back down to me. His lips trail down the side of my neck and work their way to my breast, and then he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Ahh,” I moan. It’s like I can feel the pressure of his tongue all the way down to my clit.
I’ve been so eager for this to happen, but I haven’t been able to admit it to myself. And now that we’ve crossed the line, the floodgates are wide open, my sexual frustration finally coming to a head so intensely that I can’t stop myself from giving in to all my animal instincts.
I arch my back, wanting more, and he sucks harder. One hand slides down my belly, his fingers pausing at the top of my mound.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” I growl, jerking upright to press myself into his hand, but he keeps his fingers there, just above where I need him to touch me the most. Is he teasing me?
With an impatient little whimper, I take his hand and move it down to my pussy lips, rubbing myself against him. Luka chuckles with my nipple in his mouth and begins to stroke me. I spread my legs as far as I can on the narrow seat and shift my ass toward the edge to give him better access.
Luka puts one knee on the floor and works his mouth down…
over my ribs, my belly, the arch of my hip.
I moan loudly as he strokes my clit with two fingers, alternating pressure between hard and soft.
The sweet tension of impending orgasm is already building.
I’m not going to be able to hold back. It’s been too damn long, and he’s way too skilled with his mouth.
Suddenly, his tongue replaces his fingers and he’s lapping me up, feasting and sucking at my clit.
Glancing down at his dark head between my thighs, I wonder why I’ve fought this so stubbornly.
The sensations are unbelievable, and I feel myself sinking down as wave after wave of hot ecstasy washes over me.
It’s the best drunk I’ve ever been—my head and body heavy and light at the same time.
Every nerve standing on end just waiting to feel his touch.
“God, you’re good at that,” I groan, grinding against his tongue. “Don’t stop.”
Luka shifts to slide his fingers into my soaked hole as he sucks harder on my clit, moaning so my whole pussy feels the vibrations of his mouth, and when he starts to pump his hand in a pounding rhythm, I can’t stop myself from coming fast and hard.
I cry out, my voice loud and jagged, not caring if anyone outside can hear. My body has taken over, thighs tight around Luka’s head, milking every last second of pleasure. When he finally rises from between my legs, his gaze triumphant but tender, something pulls at my heart.
It’s the same sensation that pushed my jealous anger earlier.
Of all the women in that room tonight, he chose me.
He could have had any of them—again—but here he is, in the back of this limo, with his hands all over his fiancée.
Keeping his promise not to sleep around during our arranged relationship.
Is it possible he really cares about me? Or is this all part of the deal?
Before I can think about it more, Luka moves closer and I reach for the zipper on his pants, pulling it down and releasing his thick, glorious cock. It springs free, hard and ready, the head glistening with pre-cum. I grab his ass in both hands and urge him toward me.
With a wicked grin, he climbs further along the seat.
I sit up just enough to meet him as his cock lines up with my mouth, the tip just brushing my wet lips.
I open up and pull him in, stroking long and hard with my tongue and sucking deep until he hits the back of my throat.
He groans a couple of curses, his pleasure driving me to suck him harder, longer, pulling him in and pushing him out.
He swells in my mouth and I grip his bare ass tighter to keep him inside of me.
Luka starts to thrust his hips, working his cock in and out of my mouth as he looks down to watch. He’s bracing himself with one hand on the back of the seat while the other holds up the hem of his shirt so he can watch me suck him off.
“Yeah,” he groans. “Take all of it. Every fucking inch. You like that?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan around his length.
His taste is heady in my mouth and I love it.
Pressing my thighs together as my lust starts to grow, I realize that Mateo was right: I’ve been missing out by denying both of us this pleasure.
It’s fucking amazing. Luka suddenly pulls out of my mouth and shifts so he can bend down to kiss me.
I close my eyes as I dig my fingers into his hair, lost in the tangle of our tongues.
I’m into this, I realize. Like, really into this.
Making out with Luka feels good, sucking him off feels good, and it’s obvious he enjoys putting his mouth on me.
Maybe this could be more than just a transactional arrangement, or a shared opportunity for solidifying our futures.
Maybe, if we’re open to it…this could actually turn out to be something real.
Luka moves between my thighs and adjusts my legs so they wrap around him. Then he lines up the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushes in just enough that he fills my opening. Then he stops.
“Ooh,” I gasp, digging my nails into his back. He’s so big, I’m practically throbbing around him.
Spreading my pussy lips, he stays where he is and slides a finger down to circle my sensitive clit.
The sensations are too much and not enough, his cock unmoving but stretching me wide, his fingers working their magic all the while.
He strokes me until I’m nearly vibrating off the seat, his hard length still buried inside me, making me ache for him to pound fully into me.
The tension is almost painful, and I hear myself whimpering, “Fuck me, please, Luka, fuck me.”
“Yes,” he groans, thrusting his cock all the way inside, filling me completely.
My breath catches in my throat and for a moment we just cling to each other, both of us gasping for air.
Then he starts to move, slowly and then faster, working steady and deep inside my pussy.
His name flies from my lips and I toss my head back against the seat.
It’s all I can do to hang onto him as he fucks me while working my clit.
“You feel so good,” he pants, picking up the pace. “So…fucking…good.”
Another orgasm is building, and I squeeze my legs tighter around Luka’s waist and bury my face in his neck. I don’t ever want him to stop. I think I’m actually seeing stars.
“I’m coming,” I murmur, kissing his jaw, his mouth, his cheeks.
Suddenly, I shatter with the most intense climax of my life.
It pulses from deep within my core, moving outward in radiating waves of bliss.
My fingers and toes and scalp tingle as pleasure rolls over me and I hear myself crying out, but I can’t tell how loud.
It’s just his name, over and over until he pulls out and finishes in a hot spray over my belly.
Wide-eyed and dazed, I watch him stroke off the last of his release, his face clenched in pleasure, lips parted.
With a final exhale, he comes down off his high and opens his eyes.
I smile lazily. All the anger I’d had earlier is gone.
My body is light and sated and for the first time in a while, things just seem right.
He averts his gaze when I try to catch it, grabs a few tissues from the box across the seat, and gently cleans me up. I sit and stretch my arms above my head.
“How bad is my lipstick right now?” I joke. Maybe from now on we can be more lighthearted with each other, less formal and walled-off.
He looks quickly at me, then focuses on pulling on his shirt and getting his pants back on. I wait for him to answer me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he dresses with practiced quickness, and before I have a chance to reach for my dress, he’s completely put back together.
I hitch a brow, a sinking feeling suddenly spreading in my gut.
He pulls at his cuffs and straightens his cufflinks. “Since my brother has banned me from fucking our models, I’ve had to leave every one of these events with blue balls like you wouldn’t believe. Having you around is very convenient. Thanks for the help.”
And just like that, I remember exactly who he is.
Nausea rises in my throat. He reaches for the door handle. Quickly, I grab my dress and cover myself just as he opens the door and slips out, slamming the door behind him.
I stare after him as if he’s going to pop back in with a big smile and a “just kidding.” But, of course, that won’t happen.
Luka used me.
Just like he used every woman at the party.
I’m too shocked and gutted to drum up tears. Sitting there, clutching my dress, I stare into space until my skin grows cold and pebbles with gooseflesh. I can’t believe I allowed that to happen. I had sex with my fake fiancé, the one rule I was so adamant about not breaking.
And in return, he threw it in my face and broke the thread of faith I was starting to have in him. I have to go back inside to the party, but I’m not sure how I’m going to keep it together.
The only thing I do know with one-hundred-percent certainty is that Luka just showed me who he really is—who I am—and it’s the last time I’ll let myself forget it.
This will never, ever happen again.