Luca pulls out, pushing me away forcefully.
“What—”
“Condom,” he mutters and rolls over to the nightstand to grab one.
Shit.
I can’t believe I forgot the condom. But we’re not with any other partners, at least I haven’t been, and I don’t think Luca has been unfaithful to me.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, hoping that will ease his concerns.
“Right.” He tears the foil packet and sheaths the condom on his cock before climbing back onto me. “Now, where were we?”
I smile, letting him lead this dance because, right now, I don’t care who’s top or bottom. We could be fucking standing, and it wouldn’t matter. I just want Luca, now.
“You were about to fuck me because I called you princess.”
My reminder is all that he needs because he’s back in control, his cock poised at my entrance and then pushing in, inch by inch.
Every thrust is glorious and feels amazing.
He stretches my insides, moving deeper with each stroke, and I wrap my legs around him, wanting to take all of him.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my fingernails scraping at the sheets, the bedding, and then at Luca, craving as much contact as possible, and yet it never feels enough.
My breath comes out in ragged gasps, the room heating up with every movement.
Luca’s name slips past my lips in a desperate whisper, my body arching toward him, chasing the electric feeling that builds between us.
Already, I’m so close, but I want him there right along with me. My fingernails mark him, claiming Luca as mine as I claw at him, needing more.
He grabs my hands, pushing them into the mattress at my sides, pinning me down.
His body is like molten lava, flooding me with heat, fire, desire, as I chant his name over and over again.
My body arches, toes curling, as I chase the spark, falling into oblivion.
He’s right there with me, his lips fused on mine, silencing the last of my moans and pleas as his tongue pushes past my lips, spilling all of himself inside of me.
A moment later, he rolls off me to remove the condom and clean up. He’s breathing heavily, my heart hammers against my ribcage as I still attempt to catch my breath.
He lies down with me, pulling me against his chest as he spoons me.
My eyes close, sated.
It’s been too long since he’s held me. The feeling alone is warm and comforting. I struggle to stay awake. His soft kisses on my shoulder lull me to sleep.
I don’t know how long it’s been, but I feel the bed shift and hear the sound of Luca getting dressed. “Are you going to the party?” I yawn, pulling the sheets up around myself.
Luca tosses me my jersey that I wore earlier to the game, so that I have something on when Zeke inevitably wakes and tears into our bedroom.
It’s been a bad habit since I started sleeping in his bedroom.
I sit up, pulling the jersey over my head. My eyes are heavy. I want to fall back to sleep in Luca’s arms, but I don’t think that’s happening again tonight. At least not until he comes home.
“Just for an hour, maybe two at most. I need to pick up Kensley, drop her at the dorms and then bring Nova, Ashton, and Liam home.”
“Can’t someone else do it?” I yawn, crawling back under the covers.
