“What…” I started, my voice catching in my throat. My eyes prickled with the familiar sting.No. Not now. Please.
“Lookat you.” He dragged his thumb over my throat, stopping at the hollow. He gulped, his breathing hitched. “I’m so sorry I made you wait.”
“What—”
He dropped to the ground, running his hand down my body, through my cleavage and over my belly before stopping. “Lorelei, let me make this up to you.”
He used both hands to spread my thighs, the heat of the water combining with his cinnamon scent. He smelled like whiskey. Water collected on his lashes in an unfair way, elongating them and making him even more gorgeous. My heart hammered against my ribcage, like a feather in a tornado, spinning and hitting into everything in its path.
Luca looked at me like I mattered.
“Lean against the wall, put your pressure there,” he commanded, wrapping a thigh around his shoulders. “Watch me put my tongue on you.”
I shuddered, my skin practically lava at this point from his voice, the hot water, him. I did as he asked and waited before he teased me with his tongue. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity. “Luca,” I panted. “I waited for you.”
“I know, baby.” He sucked my clit right into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he made an obscenely sexy sound.
My eyes about rolled into my head from how turned on I was. Breathing became a challenge. I gripped his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp just to ground myself. I forgot about the text sitting for me, the party, the fact he’d left me for two hours. I just felt the moment, him. His tongue swirling against me, his teeth gentle nibbling, and he groaned into me like this pleased him just as much.
“Keep your eyes open as you come, Lorelei.”
Jesus. His voice was so low and dirty and hot andshit.Someone was in the bathroom! Someone knocked over a can of something. My eyes widened, the water splashing into them as I tapped Luca’s face.Someone’s here,I mouthed.
“Then be quiet,”he whispered.
He then slid his hand to my cheeks, spreading them and running a finger down the crack until he got to my pussy. I slammed my head against the wall, overcome with everything. His teammate could hear us, pull that curtain back and see us like this—Luca holding me on his shoulders as he ate me out.
It made him lick faster, like he wanted me to explode with someone in the room. I squirmed, my thighs tensing, my chest heaving, when he reached up and pinched my nipple, hard.
Not yet. Wait,he mouthed.
Despite that warning, he didn’t let up. Even as the person did their business and washed their hands, Luca kept sucking me. His fingers moved inside me, thrusting and matching the pace of his tongue, and I was seconds away.
The door to the bathroom shut, and Luca released the hold on my clit. My protest died on my tongue as he sucked it again, sending me over the edge into a place I hadn’t been before. The most explosive, hot, wild orgasm I’d ever had lit me up. I flung myself against the wall, my hands knocking over everything in their way to find some part of reality to hold onto. Afraid of being heard, I held in my moan as best I could.
“You’re so fucking hot it’s hard to breathe,” Luca said, kissing up my body and taking a nipple into his mouth. “I need to suck every part of you like that. I want all your sounds. All your orgasms.”
“Luca.” I saw literal stars. My fingers were useless. My legs turned into jelly. I gasped to catch my breath, all while Luca grinned up at me with his eyes gleaming.
“You saying my name right off an orgasm might be my favorite thing.” He stood to his full height, grabbed a bottle of shampoo, and squirted some onto his hands…while still supporting my weight as I collapsed onto him.
I closed my eyes, leaning toward him like a cat near catnip. He rubbed the shampoo over my scalp, digging it into my hair. “Gnn.”
“What was that now?”
“Dead. Me.”
He chuckled and moved me so the water rinsed over me. His massaging of my scalp was heaven, and the deep timbre of his voice was my own personal siren call.
“Your brother needed me.”
That snapped me from my momentary bliss. “Is he alright?”
The only indication he heard my question was the tightening of his muscles near me. My face was so close to his bicep Ifeltthe tension. “Luca.”
“He’s okay. Needed a friend tonight, and I didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry if you were worried.”
Of course.I’d been coming in second to Dean my entire life, and now the guy I was into did the same thing. My chest ached and my stomach hollowed. I was chosen second. I repeated the rules, hoping it’d ease the sting.We’re not in a real relationship, just hooking up. I chose this.
