“Meaning?”
“He wasn’t doing things a normal born and raised Italian would do.”
“Such as?” Her attitude is still in place as she waits for my answer—something she’d know if she looked at my notes.
“Okay. He would not enjoy a breeze while eating. It’s bad for digestion. This also means we wouldn’t go out into a cold night after dinner in just a t-shirt and jeans to cool off after a heated conversation. He’s always barefoot at home—”
“What’s wrong with that?" She frowns with her question.
"We're really big on avoiding catching colds. Most of us are conditioned to always have something on our feet."
"You're barefoot," she challenges.
"I am not someone who has never left Italy like Gio,” I counter, before continuing to point out things I remember. “Chicken alfredo would not be his favorite meal. We don’t put meat on pasta like that, AND alfredo sauce doesn’t exist to natives. And, for the love of all things Italian, get those goddamn meatballs off the spaghetti!”
I may have begun speaking louder with a more pronounced accent and using hand gestures, but it’s the way of our people when we’re passionate about things and food is one of them. Taking a deep breath, I pull Elissa into my lap and nuzzle her neck.
“Just read the notes. I didn’t mess with your story. That part is great.” My hands cup her breasts from behind. “Especially when they finally screw.”
Her breath hitches when I squeeze them, savoring the way her nipples bead against my palms. My body responds as if we haven’t packed a lot of sex into the hours I’ve been in Toronto.
She tries to wiggle out of my embrace; her soft ass toys with my dick.
“No sex, Luca. I’m still annoyed.”
Holding her in place, I run my nose along her neck before responding. “You trusted me with your body, trust me with your words. Read my notes. My teeth grazing her neck pulls a sexy moan out of her body. I’m instantly ready to go again.
“Ti voglio leccare la figa,” I whisper relishing how she shudders.
“What does that mean?” Cupping her over her leggings, I squeeze until my fingers are resting on the part of her I want.
“I want to lick your pussy.”
Elissa jumps out of my lap. Her glare falls flat because everything about her is aroused. Her nipples press deliciously against her t-shirt and her labored breathing makes me want to fuck up her lungs with marathon sex.
“I said, ‘no sex,’ you seductive demon.”
Standing, so she can see what she could be getting, I let her look her fill, before walking off.
“Fine,” I acquiesce en route to her bedroom. “Get dressed. I’m taking you out on a date.” Stopping, my eyes rake over her sexy body again. “And, when we return, ‘no’ isn’t an option.”
Chapter 12
Elissa
Dates are usually hard, but Luca is pretty fun. Still intense but fun nonetheless. I wanted to go get some Italian food but quickly remembered who I was dealing with, before suggesting such a thing. That’s the last thing I want, is to hear him complain or compare the entire meal. The geeky author part of me is delighted to spend time with a native to soak up his gestures and mannerisms so I can apply it to Gio. I laugh to myself, thinking about the reviewer who’ll say Gio’s not authentic enough.
“What are you smiling about,” Luca asks over his glass of wine. Seeing him dressed business casual relaxing in a steakhouse like he owns the place is oddly sexy.
“Gio.”
“Gio, huh? So he’s not dead?” Luca teases with a too-sexy-for-my-hormone’s smile.
“No, the bastard is still alive. I’ll take him out of his coma when I sit down to write again.
“He’ll feel better after you update him.”
Okay, he’s trying to get on my nerves.
My glasses of wine have me relaxed enough to just smile at him.
“I’ll look at your notes. Why are you single?” I take another sip to hide my mortification. I didn’t mean to ask him that.
“A number of reasons. The main one is I’m busy—very busy. Didn’t really have time to meet people and date.”
I nod, digesting his information as I search for a more neutral subject.
“How did you find my book?”
Luca finishes chewing a piece of his steak then answers. “You mean the very first one—like how did I discover you?”
I nod again while trying not to cream over the taste of the mashed potatoes. Damn, they’re good. I’ve never been to this restaurant because their prices are far beyond anything I want to spend.
“My ex-girlfriend signed us up for a couple’s book club.”
Damn, that’s awkward.
“Wow. I would never think my book would be a ‘couple’s read.’”
Luca’s laugh is rich and warms my body like a good blanket.
“It didn’t go over well, honestly. I was intrigued enough to power through it. Alicia thought Drax was too rough and mean. One couple—I don’t remember their names—broke up because he asked her if she wanted to be his dirty little whore.”
Our server almost dropped the bread and butter at Luca’s words. His story, and our posh server’s reaction, sent me into a round of giggles which began to hurt my stomach. Luca joining in didn’t help, and I found myself requesting for the rest of my food to be packed up because my stomach hurt from laughing too hard.
“Did something similar happen to your relationship?”
Gah. My nosey ass just can’t shut up.
“What? That your book resulted in our break up? Kinda.” Luca plays with one of his rings as the server grabs his plates to pack up his food. “I think the book club was started with the intention of the women to point out what the men do wrong, but most of us noticed we weren’t getting that raw, kinky sex either.” The server snorts a little. He’s so over us. “It started debates about how much responsibility each side had in keeping things sexy. Ultimately, I realized that I didn’t feel for my girlfriend a fraction of what Drax felt for Alia, and that’s with adjusting my expectations from fiction to reality.”
“Why do you think that emotional disconnect is there?” I’ve given up on not being nosey.
Luca accepts a refill of his wine as he considers my question. “A few things. We wanted different things, but the relationship quality is what killed it for me.”
“Explain.”
“We’re very passionate people, so talking loud, using hand gestures, and heated debates can be commonplace. I understand it’s part of our culture, but I need the woman I’m dating to be my peace at the end of the day. I want to be happy to see her and make love without all the bullshit. I want passion. Her definition of passion is fighting about every fucking thing. Arguing and fucking were her only outlets.” He shakes his head, the low light skims his dark slicked back hair to make him look sinister. “There are so many other ways to express passion."
It's obvious he wasn't a virgin until he met me, but the low-level jealousy I feel from hearing him talk about his ex is baffling.
The server saves me from responding by putting a dessert and Luca's espresso on the table.
***
"C'mon, Baby you can do it."
My skin pebbles under Luca's fingertips making me regret the sex ban. His minty breath tickles the shell of my ear as he continues to run his touch along my bare arms. He's trying to be encouraging, but his body heat, the scent of his cologne, and his touch has my eyes fluttering closed to reminisce about last night and this morning. My belly flips excitedly at the memory of his warning.
‘No isn't an option.’
"Focus, Elissa, and I'll give you everything you just fantasized about and more." His promise doesn't help. "Throw the fucking ax, so we can beat them, then go." The arousal in his voice is so thick it intensifies his accent, and I'm ready to forfeit the game.
The guy from the other couple snorts, and the ax expert shifts impatiently from one foot to the other, wh
ile trying to hold a neutral look on her face.
"Move, Luca. I can't go with you standing behind me."
Luca steps back while clapping encouragingly. "Let's go, Elissa." His competitiveness is set to one‐thousand and is on full blast.
Blocking him out, I plant my legs apart, lift the ax over my head, gripping the handle with both hands, and let out a little growl when I toss it toward the target. The ax sticks in the wood slightly right of the bullseye. It's not a perfect hit, but it's enough points for us to win.
Luca picks me up with a loud whoop, and I giggle as he showers my face with kisses. His overly competitive ass celebrates like we've just won the world cup and not just beat some random couple we were paired with for a post-lesson, ax-throwing game. We took pictures with our winner stickers, and the victory kept our mood and banter light on the ride home.
I felt the shift in Luca the moment we stepped onto my porch. Luca is on me with his lips teasing my neck. He’s pulling the strap of my dress off my shoulder as I try to unlock the door.
“Finally. Not touching you was torture,” he tells me.
“Going out and talking to me was torture?” I twist his words for fun as the door swings open.
“Yes.”
My dress is on the floor and my bra joins it before he finishes that one word. He’s a clothes removal wizard.
Luca picks me up, and I shed my heels as I wrap my legs around his waist. I hate heels. My asscheeks are cold when they land on my counter. He stops planting kisses on my throat long enough to rip away my undies leaving me naked.
“Much better. Get on your knees.”
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline. “Up here?” I question him, although I’m already moving as per requested.
“Yes. It’s time for the dessert I really want.”
I love how the things he says make me feel something before he even touches me. He is seduction in two parts; he weakens me with the verbal, then slays me with his touch. I’m already wet and ready before he even touches me. His big, warm hands gripping my ass isn’t enough warning before he dips his tongue inside of me from behind. My hips buck from surprise and pleasure as he licks me like I’ve deprived him all day. A moan escapes when he dips his tongue inside me once more before teasing my clit with the tip. The bite of his nails digging into my cheeks heightens everything his mouth is doing to drive me insane.
I wiggle my hips desperate to get more of the magic he’s performing. I’m so close to cuming, I can feel the tremors deep inside my walls, but Luca has other plans. My clit throbs when he shoves his fingers inside of me, and I yelp when he bites my left ass cheek hard enough to leave the mark he’s now tracing with his tongue to soothe the sting.
My eyes cross when his fingers start fucking me while he sucks on his bite mark. I release a long purr-like moan when I realize what he’s doing. He’s reenacting a scene from my latest release. Caden did this to Zia on the kitchen table. She’d served him a plate of food and he pushed it out of the way to grab her, flip her over, and told her, she knew why he was there before he buried his tongue in her pussy. I hadn’t discussed it with Luca, but I knew he’d read it.
The sizzle of skin hitting skin sailed through the room when his hand came down hard on my other cheek. I want to be mad. but the unexpected pain had me cuming on his fingers.
“Good girl,” he cooed as he fingered me harder until my orgasm passed. “I love the way you taste when you cum.”
Luca’s tongue replaces his fingers, but he doesn’t let up on the intensity. He goes as deep as he can and swirls, teases, and sucks until I’m not sure I can take anymore. His hand smacks my other ass cheek before they grab me and roughly pull my ass higher into the air. My face and nipples rub the cold granite as he destroys me with his mouth.
I’m on such a sexual high that the stuff I write spews from my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, Luca. Eat my pussy like you’re starving,” I encourage him as I grind against his mouth. “Then destroy it with your dick, heal it, and fuck it up again,” I cry out as an orgasm shatters my body.
Luca flips me over, his hazel eyes are almost brown with a green ring and the passion in them is just as wild as my breathing. Sitting me up, he fists my hair with one hand and grips my chin with the other.
My juices still glisten on his face. He slowly licks his lips making me watch. A predatory smile plays across his lips when he’s done.
“There she is. There’s my dirty, fucking girl.” His kiss is hard and possessive; he licks my mouth before retreating. “You want my dick to brand your pussy? Hmm? You want me to fuck you so good the thought of me will make you cum?”
“Yes, please.” I’m so gone I don’t care that it’s a plea.
Chapter 13
Luca
Elissa watches as my dick pops out once my pants hit the floor. Her eyes devour it just the way I want her pussy and mouth to do soon. She already makes me hard, but the naughty, naughty woman I know she could be is now looking at me with enough sexual energy to make me cum from the thought.
“Let’s be dirty.” I extend the invitation. She’s off the counter, tracking me into the living room. The rest of my clothes are gone by the time she sees me again. “How much of the sex in your stories are fantasy versus reality?”
She stands a few feet away from me visually enjoying my nudity as she considers my question.
“About seventy-thirty but you’re upping my percentage.”
“One-hundred percent would be impossible since some are supernatural.”
She smiles, but her eyes are still on my dick. I grab it and rub it slowly, loving the feeling but craving her more.
“Remember what Alia did to Drax?” I prompt. Her brown eyes spark dangerously. Elissa knows exactly what I want.
Dropping to her knees, Elissa crawls the rest of the way like my favorite kitty packed with seduction. Her tits sway alluringly. My mouth waters for the taste of her. I fear I’ll never get enough. Her breath teases my tip once her face is a whisper away from it. My eyes roll when her soft hand wraps around my shaft. Our eyes are locked when she rubs it against her cheek, but her eyes close on contact as if my dick is her most prized possession.
“Show me its power,” she whispers like Alia did. Drax was confused by this, but I know exactly what she’s doing. Her hand glides along it until her thumb teases the underside of my head. “Show me its power,” she repeats. “I want all of it, fuck my mouth with your dick. Kill me with its power, then cum for me.”
Damn. This is so much hotter than reading it.
Shutting my eyes, I concentrate on not blowing my load the moment her tongue—hot enough to burn me—slides along my head. Her gasp, when I pull her hair, opens her lips wide enough for me to slide into her exquisite mouth. My erection jumps with excitement as I begin to fuck her face—slow at first then picking up to match her energy. A minute in and this is already the best head I’ve ever received in my life. Her enthusiasm is unmatched, and her raw passion makes me shudder. There is a challenge in her eyes when I begin pumping faster. Saliva coats her lips as she deep throats me and pulls a fucking growl out of me that feeds my dirty little soul.
Letting go of her head, I allow her to take over, and she doesn’t disappoint me. My eyes roll back when she sucks my sack into her mouth, while stroking me in all the right ways. It’s so fucking good, I almost suggest changing her last name.
“Give me your cum and make it hurt.”
Wait, that wasn’t in the book.
When she slides me back in her mouth, I give her what she wants, driving myself down her throat until my orgasm threatens to make me collapse. Elissa looks me in the eyes and almost ends my life when her finger rubs my perineum with the perfect amount of pressure to make me lose my fucking mind.
She moans when I blow down her throat depositing every drop I’d promised earlier. I fall back on the couch, and she’s on top of me, kissing me like we haven’t seen each other in years. I match her energy. My dick may need a mome
nt, but the rest of me is more than ready to keep playing. I squeeze her breasts together and suck as much of her tits as I can get into my mouth as she bucks on me and moans my name. I’ll never want to hear my name in a normal setting if she keeps saying it like that. Switching between the two, I show them equal attention until her grinding brings my dick back until the game.
Without thought, I slam myself inside of her. We both hiss at the sensation. I’m converted, sex should only be experienced like this.
“Condom,” I protest weakly, although, Elissa is bouncing on my dick like she has the copyright to it and all dicks like it.
“I’m clean,” she protests between the sexiest mewls I’ve ever heard.
I smack her ass as it jiggles. Hissing when Elissa’s nails dig into my shoulder and arm, I realize I like it—no, I fucking love it. I bite her neck as I smack her ass again to let her know I’m down with the pain.
“You want me raw? Then that’s what you’ll get.” I take over by grabbing her hips and slamming her down on me the way I like. My hips begin jerking upward to put more power into each pump. “I’ll tear this pussy apart until it can’t crave another dick.”
“Yes,” she eggs me on, and I get rougher until our fucking starts moving the couch. “Don’t break my couch,” she warns between huffs.
I flip her over until she’s laying on her back with her ass at the edge of the sofa.
“Fuck your couch.”
She almost cums when I slap her pussy, before shoving my dick back inside. My balls smack her ass cheeks as I continue to stuff her with my dick until the couch hits the wall and cannot move any further. Elissa yells my name right before her walls clamp violently as she cums on my dick. Still pumping, I continue to force my way into her tight hole until my cum spills into her pussy, on her mound, and decorates her tits.
This is my way of pissing all over my territory. Her pussy is mine.
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