But he’s still not driving his cock inside of me yet.
“Are you going to fuck me or talk about it?” I gasp, already breathless with need, and frustration begins mounting.
He chuckles as he guides his thick cock inside of me.
“Look how well you’re taking me,” he rasps into my ear and tugs the lobe between his teeth.
He moves with me, his hips pounding against mine with each thrust, and I’m clawing at his back, craving even more contact with him.
I take him deeper, bringing my legs around him, not letting him go as I match his movements, grinding against him.
“Keep doing that,” he growls, and I watch as euphoria clouds his features. He struggles to keep his eyes on me, his arms at either side as he keeps his momentum going, and he’s teetering on the edge.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he gasps, and I can see the struggle as his body grows closer.
I clench onto his cock, squeezing down as the orgasm begins rippling through me, and heat floods my senses.
“Come with me,” I whisper into his ear, my tongue teasing the sensitive spot on his neck that seems to rile him up. “I’m so close, Luca.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he pants, and I know he’s close too. He moans, and his breaths and the feel of him inside me are enough to send me over into oblivion again.
I don’t have to tell him I’m coming. My back arches off the mattress, my toes curling, the moan rips through me as my hands claw at his back and down to his ass, bringing him closer, tighter, needing to feel him buried as deep as possible within me.
And it’s only then that I feel Luca letting go. His body trembles and tightens, gasping for breath as he finally collapses above me.
After, he pulls me against him, the condom discarded and the lights turned off. There’s still music pulsating through the walls because the party hasn’t died down yet, but none of it matters.
It’s just the two of us together, in our own little world.
Luca’s arm holds me close as my back is nestled against him.
His slow, even breaths caress my neck as we lie together in bed. “Shit,” he mumbles against my neck and drops a lazy kiss over my bare skin.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, turning slightly to glance back at him.
He holds me tighter.
“Nova is downstairs. She’s going to need a bed for tonight. Usually, I let her crash in here and I take the couch.”
He rolls onto his back, and I shift around, draping a leg over his hips. “She can take the couch,” I say.
“Yeah, but if any of the guys stay over, I don’t want them pawing her or making her uncomfortable.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I can’t help but think that he’s fallen asleep.
“Ashton knows how I feel about Nova staying here during parties. He’s a good friend. I’m sure he’ll offer his bed to sleep in.”
Seven
Nova
The beer that Harper gave me is absolutely disgusting. No wonder she offered it to me. It tastes like piss.
Not that I’ve ever drank urine, I’m just assuming that’s what it tastes like because it’s so incredibly awful.
I grab a bottle of water and crash on the sofa next to Ashton.
“No hot hookup tonight?” I ask.
