“I… I pinched you really fucking hard.” He runs his hand along my back, like he’s comforting me.
I shake my head. “Not too hard.” When he doesn’t look convinced, I place my hands on his cheeks. “I’m good, Beefcake.”
The wrinkle above his slightly crooked nose deepens. “You’d tell me, right? Ari, I need you to always tell me if you don’t likesomething or totally hate something. But especially if I’m ever too rough.” His voice is filled with dismay at the very thought.
Pressing my thumb against that crinkle, I gently rub it and it lessens by a degree. “I’ll tell you. I promised I would, remember? I like when you’re rough, though.”
“DeVille promise.” He raises a freshly-tattooed pinky and I wrap mine around it without hesitation. Bringing our linked fingers to his lips, he softly kisses mine.
Tightening the hold I have on his, I say, “You have to promise, too. I don’t want to find out in like ten years that I squeeze your balls wrong or that you can’t stand when I ask if you’re going to be a good boy.”
A groan escapes his lips and his cock jerks inside me at my words.
“Does it feel like I can’t stand it?”
I keep my eyes locked on his. “Promise.” It’s a demand and a plea.
He digs his other hand into the back of my hair, bringing our foreheads together. “Promise, Minx.”
Pressing my lips to his, I seal our promise with a kiss, and lean back with a smile. The sun streaming through the window hits me in the face.Oh my god, we’re in the living room in broad daylight.
“Shit, anyone could have walked in on us,” I hiss, my cheeks burning.
A sexy and contented grin spreads across his face. “I’m pretty sure they would have heard us before walking in here.”
“Well, I hope no one did.”
He kisses me and gently lifts me off of his lap, groaning as his dick slips out of my pussy. His cum follows, leaking onto the blanket I’m thankful we didn’t move. Cushion clean up doesn’t sound super fun.
“Baby, there’s no way anyone in this house thinks we don’t have sex.” Tucking himself away, he starts hunting down my discarded clothes.
“Knowing isn’t the same as hearing or seeing, Luca.”
“True.” He bends to pick up my leggings from the floor, giving me a perfect view of that toned ass of his, before standing with his hands on his hips looking around the room. “Where the fuck — oh, sneaky bastard!” Reaching up, he plucks my thong off the string of fairy lights around the top of a bookshelf.
He saunters over to me, twirling my panties around a finger with those elusive dimples on full display. Kneeling at my feet, he holds them open for me to step into.
My man is sweet.
And this is awkward.
“We need to wash that blanket.” I put my hands on his shoulders for balance as he helps me back into my clothes. “And be more careful about where we bone.”
He barks a laugh, but then frowns up at me. “Does that mean no more couch stuff?” he asks sadly, clearly devastated by the possibility.
I snort. “Doubtful.”
Over the next few days, we’re more cautious when we can’t keep our hands off each other, making sure no one will catch us if we’re quick.
He follows me into the bathroom in the middle of movie night and eats me out on the counter. I give him a blowjob in the game room. He fucks me against the wall in the pantry. I ride him in one of the recliners in the theater room. He even bends me over one of the stools in the kitchen, lifting my skirt and pulling my panties tothe side while everyone else is outside by the pool. But he draws the line when I try to drag him into Dad’s office.
Thank god there aren’t any cameras inside the house, or Parker would be getting one hell of a free show. He would be horrified by what we did on the couch in the nerd room.
It doesn’t matter what Luca and I do or where we do it. It’s always amazing, even when things don’t go as planned. We’re exploring, finding and testing our boundaries together. Sometimes, it’s awkward or funny when we try something new, but I wouldn’t trade a second of it for anything. I love the connection with him. He’s in my soul, completing me.
I can’t get enough of it. Neither can he. It’s like he can’t sleep if he doesn’t make me come first, usually multiple times. Then he wraps his arms around me and it’s my favorite place to be.
He kisses my scars every time he sees them. Luca doesn’t just say he loves me, he shows me. And this sweet man doesn’t complain when my best friend knocks on the door in the middle of the night because she’s lonely. He knows loneliness. He lived it for far too long. I love him even more, knowing he doesn’t want Lil to feel that way. We’ll do it as long as she needs it. Even if it’s forever.
