That means I can end it before I get hurt.I forced the hurt down, focusing on this gorgeous guy in front of me.
He kissed my temple before taking my loofa and staring at my bodywashes. “Which one smells like peaches?
“The orange one.”
He put some on the loofa and rubbed it all over my arms, neck, back, and ass. Then he did it to himself. I arched a brow.
“Every time you walk by me, I inhale your scent. Makes me feel animalistic. Like I want to bite you right here.” He nipped the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “And here.” He grazed his teeth at the base of my throat. “And definitely here.” He teased my earlobe.
“Luca,” I begged, unsure what for. It was alltoomuch. The emotions, post-orgasm sensations, the confessions. Too many feelings happening for me. Yup.
“I told Dean I had to run upstairs for a bit, but I couldn’t let you not have another orgasm.” He tilted my chin up and smiled at me. “Or let you worry about where I was.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. My face heated even more, but the hot water was an easy culprit. “So are you—”
He stared at me, so hopeful and happy, with his erection pressing against my stomach. He was hard and ready.
“Do you have to return?”
“Yes. But,” he said, his smile growing. “He’s sloshed so I can take my time.”
“Good.”
I needed to distract my heart by using my body. It’d help me get over being second place. I shut off the water, winking over my shoulder at Luca. “Did you get a towel?”
“Didn’t think that far ahead honestly.”
“Then we better run to my room.”
In a mix of wet limbs and slippery floors, laughter, and a chorus ofoh shitsfollowed us from the stall, down the hall, toward my bedroom where we dove headfirst under the covers.
“Fuck, I’m cold!” Luca wrapped me against him. “I need your heat!”
“Be my human blanket!” I shouted back, laughing and never feeling so alive. I shivered, our skin was wet, and my hair was out of control. But damn, I felt good.
“That’s not a strange thing to say at all,” he teased, rolling over so he was on top of me. The movement caused my phone to fall onto the floor, and he reached for it. I held out my hand, but he frowned at the screen.
“My phone, Luca.”
“You’re gonna meet with Eric?” His voice changed, went deep and angry. “He’s not worth your time, Lorelei.”
“Hey.” I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “I can’t even think about him when you’re all I see. Can we please not talk abouthim,not when I can feel your cock hardening against me?”
He sucked in a breath, heat returning to his gaze. “Say cock again.”
“I want to ride your cock, Luca.” I pushed up onto my elbows, my tits on full display.
Luca’s gaze zeroed in on my nipples, his mouth parting before he leaned over and sucked one in his mouth,hard.It stung, but before the pain lasted, he soothed it with a warm, wet kiss. “Your body will kill me.”
“Worse ways to go.”
He laughed, and I motioned him to sit down, his cock rigid and his legs stretched out. Reaching for the condom, I ripped it open and bent down to wet his cock with my mouth in a few strokes.
“Jesus.” He gripped the edge of the bed, his tree-trunk thighs coiling with tension. “Your goddamn lips.”
I sucked him another minute before putting the condom on and straddled him. I rarely wanted to be on top. I always felt too big, too muscular, too much for guys, but with him? I was empowered. He stared at me with lust and adoration, and I slowly slid onto his cock. “God, you feel good Luca.”
“I want to feel your muscles when you ride me. Grind hard, take me deep.”
