“I’ll be fine.”
“No partying tonight? No hookups?” I asked, fake laughing. “Thought Fridays were your get-out-of-guilt-free cards. Where you can let loose and be a normal person.”
Luca’s eye twitched. “No hookups. Not tonight.”
Ask why. Ask it. Do it.
I opened my mouth but chickened out. I had zero reason to feel sick with worry thinking about him with someone else. It made sense for him to hook up with someone out of town. That was his favorite flavor—one and done. No feelings, just pleasure. My mouth dried up. Luca deserved to have fun, even if it wasn’t with me. “You should! Yeah, you should have the best sex ever tonight. Go to pound town.”
Oh my god. What is wrong with me?
Everything, apparently.
Amusement danced on his face, his gorgeous smile teasing me. “Pound town? Really?”
“I… regret saying that.” My face flushed. “Not my best moment.”
He smiled for real this time, two dimples popping out on either side of his chiseled face. I wanted to poke each one, just to feel how deep they went. The smile felt like the best prize, and I grinned, giddy for no damn reason.
“You are ridiculous,” he said, but there was warmth in his tone. “The most ridiculous.”
“I’m aware.” I bowed because my god, all normality had disappeared. The dimples short-circuited my brain, and I couldn’t quite unplug and plug myself back in. “Well, have fun tonight. Be wild. Safe. Fun. All the things. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Without a backward glance, I went into my room and leaned against the shut door. The familiar, breathless feeling of a crush knocked the wind out of me, and that wouldn’t do. I’d been down this road before, and just because a hot guy flashed dimples at me, it didn’t change a thing. Not a one.
* * *
No one would ever call me ill-prepared. After last weekend, I knew the zing between us would flare in the truck, so I took matters into my own hands. Literally. I wouldn’t be so pent up if I got off before being around Luca for hours. They weren’t due home for another hour—the perfect amount of time to get my vibrator.
I only felt secure enough to use it when no one was home. I could lock my door and turn music on loudly, but the dull vibration sound carried, and it would be the worst if Callum or Luca heard it. That meant taking advantage when they weren’t home.
I lay on my bed, naked, and put on The Weeknd. His voice was the absolute sexiest, and all I had to do was picture Luca andoh yeah.Hot tingles of pleasure danced along my skin, swooping deep in my gut. It had been a while since I’d gotten off, and my body could tell. I was tense as hell, and I applied some lube before sliding the vibrator inside. Groaning, I turned the clit stimulator on andfuck.“God, yes.” I angled it perfectly as I arched my hips and fucked myself.
Sweat beaded on my skin as I rocked against my bed, the pressure absolutely lethal. My clit swelled, and my muscles tightened as an orgasm closed in. Without permission, my mind went to Luca and that day I walked in on him.
His hand had fisted around his cock, his heavy and large one. His face had been tight in concentration as he stroked himself. God, his hands were huge, and his dark eyes lit up with pleasure. I wanted to see his face like that in real time, his jaw working left to right as he moaned.
What would I do to see Luca lose control? I shuddered as the pleasure built up into a symphony. “Yes!” I shouted, closing my eyes as the music dulled at the roar in my ears. I wanted Luca to suck on my tits and put his strong mouth between my thighs. “Luca,” I shouted as the orgasm was so close. I thrashed on my bed, using my free hand to pinch my nipples as the tingles exploded
“You okay?” A deep voice penetrated the air.
I gasped, absolutely frozen at the sight. Luca stood, in my room, mouth parted and his eyes wide. I couldn’t stop the orgasm though. It came fast and aggressive, and I bit my lips, groaning as I camehard.
I panted, and not once did I look away from Luca. He watched, his chest heaving and his dark eyes absolutely feral. Instead of feeling shame or embarrassment, him watching got me hotter. Needier. I thrust the vibrator with my other hand.
His nostrils flared, and he panted as he watched me. And watch me he did. He swallowed so hard it sounded like thunder as his eyes roamed over my chest. He licked his lips, then stared between my thighs. The vibrator hummed, and I rocked up and down, spreading my legs wider.
He blinked and stepped back, running into my dresser in a loud crash.
“Stay,” I demanded, his presence alone sending my body into overdrive. Goose bumps broke out over my skin, my body fully sweaty now. I pulled my nipple hard, loving how a vein popped out on Luca’s forehead.
He seemed intoxicated from me, and I drank up the power. I moaned loudly as I shuddered, and the combination of the dildo and vibrator along with his stare undid me.
“Yes,yes.” I arched my back, slamming my head into the pillow as a second orgasm hit me. “God, I wish this was your mouth, Luca.”
He growled. A deep, guttural sound escaped him as I rode out my orgasm. My ears rang, like the time I went to a concert and couldn’t hear correctly for a few days. Sweat dropped down my chest, pooling between my breasts, and I reached down to turn off the device. Two orgasms were good for me. Three would knock me out, and I needed a little energy to deal with the aftermath of this because I knew there would be some.
Pushing up onto my elbows, a sliver of worry danced down my spine. Luca still stood there, but instead of lust, anger radiated from him. His sweats tightened against his bulge though, so he could pretend to be unaffected, but I saw the truth.
