I liked this version of myself, unworried about what this meant because it was already discussed. He looked at me like I hung the sun and gave me the best orgasm of my life. Enjoying sex without the mental stuff was incredible.
Luca’s jaw tensed as I stroked him up and down a few times. He covered my hands with one of his and adjusted my grip. Then, he set the pace. “I thought about this when I get off. What it’d feel like to have your hands around my dick.”
“Did you envision it feeling like this?” I went hard, then slow, loving the way the pulse at the base of his neck went haywire.
“Godyes. This is better.”
“What if I did… this?” I winked before getting onto my knees and taking him in my mouth. He about dove off the bed, and the sound that escaped his throat? Incredible. He was undone, and I did that to him. The popular, gorgeous, grumpy football guy was putty in my hands.
Power like that was dangerous.
I sucked the tip of his head, then throated him all the way back. I gagged, and my eyes watered, but I took him deeper. I hollowed out my cheeks, swirling my tongue once before moving my neck, and Luca gripped my hair, hard.
He grunted and groaned and said my name over and over as I continued sucking him. Something about him made me want to do dirty, filthy little things to have them remain in his mind forever. I cupped his balls and let my finger flirt with his taint, wanting him to feel even an ounce of the pleasure I had.
I was wet as hell, my clit swelling with need as I destroyed Luca’s ability to speak. He mumbled as his thighs turned to granite. My jaw ached, and my neck hurt, but I kept going. I wanted to make every fantasy come true, and even as my eyes watered, I powered through.
“Lo, stop,” he begged, his hands pulling my hair.
I stilled and stared up at him. It was surreal, our gazes meeting as his cock twitched in my mouth. “Hm?”
“I’m not coming like this.” He shook his head. “I want your ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my hand, and my cock so far inside you, you’ll feel me tomorrow.”
I stared, releasing him as my mouth fell open. No one, in my entire life, had said anything like that to me, and Ilovedit.
“Understood, Lorelei?” He pulled me up onto his lap, his rigid cock hitting his stomach as I straddled his thighs. He refused to let me look away, the intense eye contact making this more extreme, more intimate. “I’ll make you feel good.”
I trembled, and he used his thumb to swirl around my clit. We stared at each other, our bodies sweaty and breaths heavy. I groaned and bit my lip as he applied more pressure. “Luca,” I said, not quite sure what I wanted or needed. It was almost too much to have him stare at me as he played with me.
His cheek twitched as he licked his lips, staring down at my pussy. We both watched his thumb on me, moving in a slow circle in a perfect rhythm. “I need you nice and wet to take me.”
I moaned. He was so direct and to the point, his words fucking sexy. “Condoms in the drawer.”
Without stopping the pressure on my clit, he reached into the nightstand table and pulled out a foil packet.
“Open it. My hands are busy.”
I nodded, gasping for air as my gut ached. With just his thumb, he revved me up like he knew my own secrets. “I’m… I’m…”
“Focus, Lorelei. You’re not coming again unless it’s on my cock.” He slid a finger inside me again, arching a brow. “Put the condom on me while I stretch you.”
This had to be a form of torture, trying to focus on tearing the tiny packet. Who made condoms this small? Why wasn’t it working? My ears rang, and my pussy tightened around his fingers, the smells of sex lingering in the air. It was so hot, and he used his fingers so well. I just needed more pressure to come again.
I rocked my hips, but he stilled.
“Lorelei, don’t make me stop.”
I whined, unable to form words, and he smiled. “What?” I asked.
“Love that little sound you made, like the thought of me not touching your pussy has you whimper.”
Ifinallyslid the condom on his cock, and he stiffened, his eyes flashing with heat before he lifted me and repositioned me so the head was right at my opening. My body ached with need, with how much I wanted him.
“You ready for me, Lo? Use your words. Be clear.”
I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in. “Yes.”
He thrust into me, andoh, baby.
