“Admit you’re making up a boyfriend before this gets embarrassing for you.”
She plays her fingers across my shoulders with a smile on her lips. “No, don’t. Stop it. I’m so embarrassed.”
I grit my teeth. She’s mocking me.
There are no hickies on her thighs or stomach. I fix her with a stern look and keep pushing her T-shirt up, waiting for the moment she cracks and tells me that she was making it up. I expose the undersides of her breasts, and all she does is pant softly and arch her back.
I should stop. This is exactly what I told her we couldn’t do. But my jealousy is a living thing, clawing at my insides.
I pull the T-shirt all the way off and toss it aside. Lucy is laying beneath me topless in nothing but a pair of white underwear. Her breasts are perfect. Pink tipped and the exact right size to fit in my palm. I examine her skin and scowl at her in triumph. “There aren’t any hickies.”
Her eyes are bright with challenge. “I’m not anyone else’s. So show me I’m yours.”
“Lucy, we can’t.”
“Why not?” She arches beneath me, and I feel every soft curve of her body against mine. “You promised me we’d be careful where others can see us. No one can see us in your bed.”
I’ve never been able to resist Lucy when she looks at me like this. Like I’m her whole world, she trusts me completely, and she’s mine and only mine.
I kiss her. A hungry, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue plunging into her mouth like my cock is aching to do. A kiss filled with frustration and yearning. And fear, because even with my eyes closed, I have one ear on my bedroom door.
No one can find out that we’re giving in to something that’s been chasing us down for years. Lucy and I can’t be together longer than a few moments, but while I have her, I’m going to enjoy every drop of her sweetness.
“Damiano,” Lucy pants against my mouth. Her red nails score fiery marks in my back. “Damiano, please.” She whispers my name with so much need as her thighs wrap around my hips.
“If I fuck you,” I whisper between kisses, “am I going to pull out and see a pretty smear of blood on my cock or not?”
Blood that means she’s all mine.
“Why don’t you find out?”
I sink my teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, making her cry out before I smother her mouth with my hand. Why can’t she just tell me? She’s driving me crazy. If this is the only way I’ll know for sure if another man has touched her, I’m jealous enough to do it.
I tug her briefs down her legs, and then grasp her thigh and slowly push it up toward her breasts, hooking her knee over my shoulder. Her pussy is spread open for me. There’s a bead of precum on the tip of my cock, and it’s in danger of dripping into her.
“Careful what kind of game you’re playing, Lucy, because I really will fuck you.” I swipe the pad of my thumb over her lips. Lucy takes my thumb in her mouth, looking me in the eye while she sucks me. Her cheeks hollow, and her wet, warm tongue curls around my flesh. A spasm goes through me.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Lucy. I want you so much.” She wants me too. She’s so wet. The head of my cock slides against her slippery sex. I’m so close to sheathing myself inside her.
We made a promise. Be patient. Be careful.
But all I can think about is her body beneath mine.
“Prove it,” Lucy whispers, rolling her hips.
I can’t take it anymore. I grasp my cock and coat it in her wetness, and then I sink into her. Not far. Just an inch. Just the tip. Not as much as I want, but as much as I dare.
Nothing has ever felt this good before. My resolve is crumbling as her inner muscles squeeze the tip of my cock.I’m going to fuck her raw, and I don’t even care about the consequences.
Lucy moans as her tight channel stretches around me. “Yes, Damiano. More.”
Suddenly, my bedroom door flies open. “Damiano, Dad said that you’re not allowed to have girls—”
My head turns fast, and so does Lucy’s beneath me. Our sister is standing in my doorway. Ariana’s malicious smile fades, and the color drains from her face. She thought she was going to catch me with a girlfriend in my bed. She takes in the fact that we’re both naked and I’m on top of Lucy, her thigh hooked over my shoulder. She can probably see every single fucking detail about what we’re doing, including that I’m an inch deep inside the woman Ariana thinks is my sister.
Ariana’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. “What the hell is happening in here?”
Lucy’s fingers tighten on my shoulders, and she looks afraid. Genuinely afraid like she hasn’t looked since she was ten.
