“No, no, it’s just?—”
“It’s shitty. I know.”
“It’s not as good as the rest. Where’d you get it done?” He looks up at me curiously.
Shit.I don’t realize I’m chewing on my lip until he drags it out from between my teeth with his thumb. His eyebrow arches as his curiosity grows, and I brush the tip of my finger along the scar bisecting it. “How’d you get this?”
He reaches up and grabs my wrist, raising it above my head and pinning it to the mattress.
“Don’t change the subject, Minx.”
“What was the subject?” I test the hold he has on me. As always, he’s firm but gentle. “Huh, I think I like this. I bet you could hold both of my wrists with one hand. Can we try that next time?” I squirm, even more turned on than I already was.
“Baby, you have to know by now I’ll try anything with you. Well, as long as it doesn’t involve sharing. Don’t think I could live through watching someone else touch you.”
“I wanted to cut Melissa’s hands off when she put one on you, so let’s just agree on the no sharing rule.” Oops. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
I hold my breath, waiting for disgust or horror, but it’s amusement that crosses his face.
“And here I thought you were all about guns.”
“I have a very lovely knife collection, thank you very much. I didn’t like being scared of them, so I made them my friends.”
“That’s my fucking girl,” he growls before his mouth slams into mine. Still half-restrained, I squeeze my thighs together as I seek out any kind of friction my clit can find and stroke his tongue with mine.
Luca groans and nibbles my bottom lip. “Fuck. We were talking about something.” He raises up onto his knees and straddles my legs, pinning them to the mattress, too.Holy fuck, why is this so hot?
My eyes are drawn to where his dick rests just above my pussy. He’s not unaffected by our position, but he’s also not fully hard, and I am fascinated by it. “Yeah, we were talking about how you’d try anything with me. But anything is a very, very broad term. I need some parameters here.”
“I think I’d let you peg me if you wanted to. Does that help?”
Huh… never thought about doing that before, but if he’s gonna throw it out into the realm of possibilities, who am I to veto it? “Immensely. Thank you. I might need to make a sex bucket list.” I wrinkle my nose. “That sounds weird. Let’s not call it that. What about non-sexual things? Are they covered under ‘anything’? Because I have some ideas.”
“With the way you’re eyeballing my dick right now, I’m almost afraid to ask.”
“Am I allowed to touch it when it’s soft?”
“It belongs to you. You’re allowed to touch it whenever the fuck you want to.”
“Even if you’re asleep?”
“Even then. Full access at all times.”
“Cool. Same. But about my pussy.” I reach out and graze his cock with the hand that isn’t being held above my head, delighting in the way it twitches against my palm. Taking it between my thumb and fingers, I lift it and move it side to side. “Can I put doughnuts on it? Or onion rings. Ooooooh, let me hold it next time you pee!”
“Half an hour ago, you made me turn my back while you peed, now you want to hold my dick when I do it?”
“It’s called growth. I’ve evolved. Say goodbye to Eevee, I’m Flareon now, bitch.”
“Did you just call me bitch?”
“No. Yes. Maybe?” I slide my fingers down to the base and flop it around. Well, kind of. It’s a half-hard half-flop.
With a groan, Luca pulls my hand off his dick and brings it up to meet my other one. “Focus. The shitty tattoo. Where did you get it?”
Fuck, that’s right. “I don’t… hey, you said it wasn’t shitty,” I pout.
“Baby, I love you. But that tattoo is not great.”
