“Same time?” I suggest. When I see desire blaze in his eyes, I take that as a yes and situate my knees on either side of his head with his face between my thighs.
When he pulls me down to his mouth, I lose all train of thought on what I intended to do. There won’t be any “same time” because I’ll definitely come before him. My brain finally catches up, and I concentrate on his pleasure while he incites mine. I lick along the length of his cock then take him into my mouth. It’s only seconds later before I reach the peak and go over the edge.
He’s still eating me as he grips my hair, guiding me to his cock as he pumps into my mouth. His other arm stays around my hips, keeping me in his face.
“Fuck,” he growls before he tugs me away. I don’t want this to end. And apparently neither does he. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
Guiding me upright, he maneuverers so I’m straddling his lap with my back to his front. I stroke his cock before shifting forward to take him inside me. His fingers dig into my hips as I ride him, his chest hits my back before I feel his mouth on my neck as he lifts to meet my rhythm. He reaches around, his fingers rubbing me just right, pulling another orgasm out of me. I ride out the wave, slowing my pace, but he doesn’t as he thrusts wildly until he goes motionless and comes inside me.
Damn. I worry I won’t ever get enough of him. And there is certainly something I need to do.
“I need permission to go home for a few minutes.” I lean back against him as his tongue strokes over my shoulder. “I need to get some clothes and take my birth control pill.”
“You don’t need it,” he states nonchalantly.
I climb off him, wanting to see his expression, because there’s no way he’s that foolish. “Yes, I do.”
He’s serious. Reality hits me. I won’t be able to go home if he doesn’t allow it.
“Luca, we haven’t used protection. It’s risky enough that I don’t know where your dick has been, but pregnancy certainly isn’t on the agenda.” There’s no way he wants it to be either. “You know this is just sex, right? I’m good fucking and getting each other off, but this isn’t some gateway to happily-ever-after. There’s no reason to bring a baby into this shithole. Even if we make it through Mercy, the fairy tale doesn’t exist.”
I end the rant but he’s still just staring at me, so I add, “Why start something that is doomed from the beginning?” I assume there had to be a time my mom was happy with my father. A time when she wanted to have a family with him and thought they’d be happy together. But I know how that turned out.
He finally speaks, “I’m clean.”
“That’s it? Are you really not going to let me take my birth control?”
There’s a shift in his demeanor as he bluntly states, “You should. Since we’re just fucking.”
“Correct. Just sex. It can’t be more. I can’t handle anything more. Not that long ago you were going out of your way to hurt me. The same person who beats the shit out of his own brother for kicks.”
“Holding out for a nice guy? That’ll be an issue since you’re such a great judge of character. You did think Micah was the nice twin as I recall.” He keeps a pissy stare on me as he snickers, “Oris it your best friend? He’s an easier pick because you don’t feel shit for him.”
There’s no comparison between the two of them. But I want to make him hurt like he does me. “And yet it’s more than I’ll ever feel for you.”
His amusement dissipates and I realize his brutal side is back. Maybe I should’ve waited until he wasn’t in control of me. I’m just so sick and tired of his fits, and all because I don’t want to play house.
“Let’s go,” he states as he pulls on a pair of jeans. He goes to leave, and I falter before he adds, “Take your pill and get changed because we have plans.”
Damn it. We’re both silent as we walk to my house. I grab my pill packet and a change of clothes, then lock myself in the bathroom. The longer I’m in here, the less time he has command over me. Maybe I should stay until his stretch is up. Doubt he would allow it to happen. He’d probably break down the door before then. It is about an hour before I exit out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed. He’s perched on my bed and focused on his phone as I sit at my vanity and begin blow drying my hair. I usually just let it air dry a little or completely. Except now since it’s something that will eat up his turn.
I’m astounded by his level of patience as I delay a little longer. When there’s a knock on my bedroom door, it’s Anthony to tell me, “Your guest has arrived, Ms. Walker.”
My guest? Everett appears behind him. “Ready to go?”
“Huh?” I ask as Everett moves closer.
No doubt he notices Luca perched on my bed. And if he didn’t, he will since the asshat says, “Come on in and join the party.”
Everett warily enters my bedroom. “I thought we had plans. Maybe you should’ve mentioned in the text that it was a group outing.”
Glaring at him, I understand Luca’s purpose too late as he positions himself at my side. “You wanted him to show up with you here.”
“What’s going on?” Everett asks. “I thought we were supposed to hang out today since you bailed on the game last night. I figured whatever kept you away had to be important. I guess I was wrong again.”
“You’re wrong about a lot,” Luca says.
I try to do damage control and hope Everett is spared from another useless conflict between Luca and me. “This is really not a good time. We have a project we’re working on. I’ll give you a call when we’re done.”
