“You think I haven’t watched all the episodes?” he asks, obviously offended.
“Okay, so who’s your favorite Doctor?” Lil challenges.
“Peter Capaldi,” he replies as I snuggle my face into his neck, breathing him in. I’ve been more stressed than I thought I would be, with the wedding and the threats hanging over us, Luca’s fight, Lil’s sadness about having a hard time sleeping alone… it’s been a lot. Spending time in Luca’s arms, whether it’s cuddling, coming, or sleeping, helps me destress. I can’t wait to marry this man.
“You okay, baby?”
I nod against his neck, holding him close.
“Of course you would pick the grumpy one. Favorite companion?”
“River Song.”
Luca rubs my back as they continue talking. I must be more worn out than I realize because I doze off. Jolting awake, I blink sleepily, raising my head from Luca’s neck.
He smiles softly. “Hey, baby.”
“How long have I been asleep?”
“A couple of hours. It’s almost time for dinner. Lil’s downstairs making Sully and Ford help her hang up all those Father’s Day decorations you ordered.”
“And you just sat here holding me the whole time?”
“I watched some TV,” he shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Like he’s not a fucking unicorn of a man. I roll my hips and he hardens against me.
Dropping to my knees in front of him, I unzip his jeans. “Then I guess I should make this blowjob fast, huh?”
He lifts his ass so I can tug his jeans and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. I love his cock. It’s long and thick and makes me feel so good. I lick the tip before trailing my tongue along the big vein that runs down his length.
“Fuck. Ari. Baby,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my hair. Wrapping my hand around the base, I take him into my mouth. I’m still working on getting the whole thing down my throat.
Tasting him and hearing him moan with his hands in my hair gets me so wet. I start sliding my free hand down past my waistband when Luca growls. “Don’t you dare touch your clit, Minx.” His breathing is rough. Uneven. I raise my gaze to his without taking his dick out of my mouth. His eyes are dark, and the way he looks at me makes my pussy even wetter. “You’re coming on my tongue, not your fingers.”
Do I like to be bossed around as a general rule? Fuck no. But it’s hot as hell when Luca bosses me around during sex.
It’s also hot when I boss him around. But I guess I’ll let him have this round. Pulling my hand from my pants, I hollow out my cheeks. It isn’t long before he comes with a roar. I swallow every drop he gives me and then lick his cock clean while he watches me like a goddamn predator.
I love it.
I’m doing an extra-thorough clean-up job, enjoying how hard he fights himself before finally deciding he’s done waiting. I squeal when he drags me up onto the couch with a growl and lays me on my back.
“I need to taste you.” My yoga pants and panties are gone in seconds. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, he dives into my pussy like he’s drowning and it’s air.
“Oh… holy shit.” I reach my hands above me, needing to hold onto something. Good god, he’s like a starving animal today, and I’m so worked up.
His lips lift away for a moment and I cry out at the loss. “What the fuck, Luca? I’m so close!”
“My hair, baby. Pull my fucking hair, please,” he begs.
My fingers tangle in his dark locks, twisting gently but firmly as he sucks my clit into his mouth. He knows how fast that sends me over the edge. I barely have time to come down from my high before he shifts his body into a sitting position on the couch, pulling me along like a rag-doll to straddle him. A precious rag-doll, but a rag-doll all the same. My hands are still in his hair, and his eyes roll back in his head when I sink down onto his cock with a moan.
How is he hard again already? Is it normal to have this much sex as newbies? Why am I questioning this right now?
I crush my lips to his, tasting myself on his tongue. Put that on the list of things I never thought I would like but actually can’t get enough of. Our moans are muffled by each other’s mouths as I ride him, his hips lifting to meet mine. It all feels so good, but I’m not there yet. When his movements turn frenzied, one of his hands leaves my ass and he finds my nipple through my shirt and bra. He pinches hard as he changes the angle of his hips, and I combust just before he does. Absolutely spent, I collapse against his chest. But he’s always ready to catch me. His arms wrap around my body, holding me safe while we both catch our breath.
“Fuck, did I hurt you, baby?” he murmurs.
“What?” I push myself up so I can see his face. His brows are drawn together, his eyes searching mine cautiously. “When?”
