I slide my finger down and slip it into her pussy, pressing little circles into her clit with my thumb. Adding a second finger, I pump them into her and continue to circle her clit. Wrapping her ponytail around my free hand, I angle her head back and drag my nose up her neck.
“Fuck. Luca. Fuck, I’m gonna come.” She clenches around my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my hand.” She does with a guttural groan, soaking my fingers. Her dazed eyes meet mine, and a cocky smirk crosses my face. I raise my hand to get a taste of her, but she leans forward and sucks the cum-covered fingers into her mouth, licking them clean before releasing them with a pop. Then she returns my cocky smirk with one of her own. I’m hard as a rock again. I slam my lips into hers, kissing her deeply. Fucking owning her. The way she fucking owns me. “You taste like mine,” I growl.
Her lips turn up into a little smile. “Funny, I was going to say the same thing. Just not as growly.”
Then she pushes against my chest and hops down from the table after I move back. “Hmm, we made a bit of a mess. Be right back.” She skips—fucking skips—to the bathroom bare-assed, leaving me standing in the middle of the goddamned bowling alley with my jeans around my hips and a raging boner. When she returns a minute later with paper towels and some spray, she grins at me, pointedly looking down at my hard dick. “Too bad someone’s going to come looking for us any minute, or I’d take care of that for you.”
She yelps and grins even bigger when I grab her hips and drag her to me. “Such a fucking brat.” I slip a hand between us, lightly swiping a finger through her pussy. I pop it between my lips. “You still taste like mine. And you’re going to for the rest of the night.”
Her head tilts to the side, and her eyebrows pinch together. “What?” she asks.
I kneel down, pick her panties up off the floor, and hold them open for her. Her eyes go wide, and her nose wrinkles adorably. “What are you waiting for, Minx?”
“You want me to sit around in cum-filled panties all night long?”
“Yep.”
“Surrounded by my parents? And your parents? And Lil?”
“Yep.”
“Luca.” She puts her hands on her hips and levels me with a look that would be scary if she wasn’t tiny and half-naked. It’s still kind of scary since she’s Ariana DeVille, but I know how to handle my bratty girl. I’m in charge at the moment. She can take a turn later.
“Ariana.”
She stares at me for another few seconds before exhaling loudly and moving her hands to my shoulders. “This soundsuncomfortable,” she says as she steps into the panties. I drag them up her legs before helping her with her leggings.
“About as comfortable as trying to zip my jeans up right about now.”
As I get to my feet, she purses her lips and raises an eyebrow at my cock. “I don’t know, doesn’t look that… hard.”
“Liar. The thought of my cum leaking into those panties you’re wearing is a huge fucking turn-on.” This was a bad idea. A fantastic and terrible idea all rolled into one.
“There’s probably not a lot left at the moment.”
“True. Come here, let’s make sure those panties are good and messy.” Okay, I’m not sure I could go again quite yet, but I won’t know unless I try, right?
“We don’t have time for that!”
With a final glare at me, she turns her focus to cleaning our cum off the table while I focus on being able to put my dick away. We wash our hands, and she puts the supplies back under the bathroom sink before heading for the door. “Let’s go, cowboy.”
I follow behind her. “Cowboy?”
She shrugs and starts climbing the stairs. “I’m in my Western era. Be glad it didn’t start a couple of weeks ago. You’d be wearing a cowboy hat and boots to our wedding.”
I bark a laugh. “Can you even imagine?”
“I can imagine taking that hat off your head, putting it on mine, and wearing it while I ride you.” She grins over her shoulder just as we get to the top of the stairs, knowing I’m imagining exactly that now. I reach down to adjust myself in my jeans.Fucking brat.Guess I’m going to have to find a cowboy hat.
Chapter 66
Memory Lane
Luca
When we get back to the dining room, photo albums are spread across the table. My mother’s there, apparently having decided to join us, so I’m on high alert for her bullshit.
