by Regina Wade
I don’t know how long this quarantine will last, but it can’t be long enough for me.
7
Epilogue:
Two weeks later
Jasmine
I sigh explosively, not even trying to hide my irritation.
“Yes, we’re being very safe, Miles. I promise. There’s no one on this entire freaking island other than us.” I take a sip of my drink, letting the alcohol wash away my frustration. Miles is on speakerphone on the table beside me.
My other hand is tangled in Luca’s hair as he presses his mouth against my pussy. He loves doing things like this — going down on me while I’m on the phone, teasing me while I make bad attempts to study. The man manages to turn every activity into something sexual.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Miles,” I start, but Luca changes the motion he’s making with his tongue from slow strokes to tight circles on my clit, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from having a screaming orgasm on the phone with my overprotective big bro.
“What’s that, Jas? You cut out.” Miles sounds the same as ever. Gruff. Protective. Stubborn as a bull. It’s no wonder he and Luca get along so well.
It’s a shame Luca doesn’t have a little sister. She and Miles would no doubt make a cute couple. I resolve to fix up my brother with someone once things get back to completely normal.
“I was saying, we’re staying put for another two weeks at least. We have so many snacks I might go back up two sizes. Honestly, this is the best place in the world I could be.” It’s not even a lie. There isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be than reclining by Luca’s massive pool while his talented tongue works me over.
His gleaming blue eyes — the same shade as the pool, entirely unfair — peak up from between my milky thighs. He looks like the cat who swallowed the canary. His stubble is glistening, chin dripping. I narrow my eyes at him, but I don’t close my thighs. He gives me a wink before diving back into my wet pussy.
“I know Jas. I’m just worried. Crime is up here, and —”
“And there is no crime here, because we’re on an island. Give me a break, Miles. Seriously. I’m perfectly safe here. Luca’s looking after me.”
I decline to mention exactly how Luca is taking care of me at the moment. His mouth is doing things I didn’t even know he could do. One week into this I lost count of how many orgasms I’d had.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, sis. I’m sorry to bug you. I’ll let you go. Stay in touch though, alright?”
I have to bite my bottom lip hard to keep from gasping as Luca runs one slick finger around the tight pucker of my asshole. I jump in surprise, glaring down at him.
“Yeah, will do. Love you. Bye Miles.” I manage to sound almost normal while I end the call, my fingers scrabbling at the table reaching for the phone. I almost knock my drink over in my hurry to slam my finger down on the big red button.
“Bastard,” I haul Luca up by his hair to glare at him properly, face to face. “You did that on purpose.”
He grins at me. It makes him look like a teenager again, about to steal my first kiss like he stole my last.
Hardly the only thing he took from you.
I shake my head to banish the traitorous thought. Stupid body won’t even let me get properly angry at him anymore.
“You saying you want me to stop?” His fingers are still between my legs, one sliding up and down my wet lips, teasing my clit, another rubbing tight circles against my sensitive backdoor. It’s enough to make my pussy clench in a sudden orgasm.
With Miles out of earshot, I don’t hold back. I let my head fall back, back arching up off the chair so hard the only points of contact are my head and my feet. Everything else is levitating like I’m an extra on the Exorcist, writhing under Luca’s expert touch.
“Fuuuck, I’m coming— !” I scream.
It took exactly one week for Luca to turn me into a brazen, wanton hussy. Just like my mother always warned me, I can’t seem to stop wanting him. I’m addicted to him. I’ve been addicted since that first kiss five years ago. I was just in withdrawl for most of my life.
Now? Now I’m mainlining Luca and the endless orgasms he manages to coax out of my body in ways I don’t quite understand. How can anything feel this good, this right?
Luca silences me with a kiss as he straddles me. He tastes like my pussy and his aftershave, a mixture that only makes my heart race faster. When he ends the slow, wet kiss, I can see the hunger in his eyes. I know what it means.
I’m about to give one more first to Luca Romano.
My eyes cut down to his naked body. Neither of us is wearing any clothing, of course. We decided, after tearing them off each other for the fourth time in a day, to just cut out the middleman. Not that undressing Luca isn’t sexy as hell, but there’ll be time for that later. Right now, I need him. Constantly.
His cock catches my eye, as always. I swallow hard in anticipation, remembering how difficult it was for him to work that monster into my pussy. I want it, want to give him everything, but…
“Luca, are you sure about this?” I can’t keep the nerves out of my voice. Not that I try. Anyone would be a bit anxious about this.
“If you relax, it’ll be fine. I promise.” His finger presses against me, slick with massage oil and my own copious arousal. There’s a moment of tension as I instinctively tighten up, but then his eyes are an inch from my own. Eyes like the summer sky banish all my fear as his other hand cups my cheek.
“Relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.” I nod once, take a deep breath, and then his finger is pressing again. It pops into my ass easier than I thought it would, and the electric feeling of Luca’s big forefinger rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves there makes my cunt flood again.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know that it felt this good.” I grab his wrist. I don’t know whether to pull him in more or just try to guide his pace, but it doesn’t do any good. Luca is like, five orders of magnitude stronger than me, and in the bedroom at least, he gets his way.
Actually, Luca gets his way out of the bedroom more often than not too. It’d be frustrating if it wasn’t so fucking hot.
Then his finger is gone, and I whimper at the sudden loss. Rational thought flies out the window as overwhelming need courses through my veins.
“Luca, please…” I trail off. I know what he wants, but damn it if I’m not going to give it to him this easily.
Even if I want it too.
“Please what, Jasmine?” His voice is a soft whisper, caressing my name. Just the feel of it against my ear sends goosebumps rushing down my spine, competing against the ones rushing up from between my legs.
“Please fuck me.” I manage to meet his eyes as I say it. I know how much he likes eye contact.
“Mm. You want this big cock, baby girl?” He strokes himself with one hand, slicking his cock.
“Yes. Please.” I gulp but nod. He leans back, eyes narrowing in a squint.
Luca grunts, pressing my legs back against my chest until my ankles are by my ears. The fat head of his cock rests against my tight pucker. I can feel the beat of his heart in every pulse of his cock against me. AS always, it banishes every thought other than the overwhelming need I have for him.
He looks at me, waiting, patient. I know he’s eager, I know he wants it too, but Luca has always waited for me to be ready. One of the many reasons my heart belongs to him.
I nod again.
“I’m ready.” I focus on my breathing, trying to keep it deep and slow as Luca leans into me. There’s a pregnant moment of tension, and then I feel myself opening, stretching around the big head of his cock.
“Ow. Slowly, please. Fuck. That feels so incredible, I’m so fucking full already.”
Luca grins down at me. I know how much he loves these moments when he chips away at my polished exterior and reduces me to nothing but a desperate slut for him. He goes slowly, working himself one inch after another, gently pressing into me until I fee
l his balls pressed against my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I’m not going to last long, Jas.” His face is already showing the strain of holding off his own orgasm. I know it well by now.
“Good, because I don’t know how much of this I can take. It hurts, but it hurts so good.” I gasp in pleasure as he begins to thrust into me. Gently, but it’s still almost enough to overwhelm me.
Then one of his hands slides between my pussy lips and begins to rub my clit, and I’m gone. No build-up at all, no warning, just the hardest, harshest, rawest orgasm of my life. I can feel the way my ass tightens around his cock, gripping him, milking him with my tight hole. Luca groans as he comes, his mouth crashing into mine, stifling my screams of pleasure.
He collapses beside me, panting, sweating. Sated.
“I love you, Jasmine.” Luca whispers against me.
“You better love me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.” I grin against him and press a kiss against his neck.
“Good. Because I plan to keep you forever.” He smiles at me, his eyes shining bright. “How long until your brother hunts us down?”
I laugh, snuggling up against him.
“Well, we’ve got at least two more weeks.” I press a kiss against his chest. My hands dip down lower, sliding across the chiseled perfection of his stomach, wrapping around his already stiffening again cock.
“Let’s make the most of it.” I give him my best wicked grin as I throw a leg over him, straddling him.
“This time, I want to be on top.”
8
Extended Epilogue:
One Year Later
Luca
The sound of happy people laughing, talking, and in general socializing is music to my ears.
In the wake of the quarantine, it’s been difficult to get people comfortable in these sorts of large social gatherings. Even as extroverted as I am, I still find myself hesitating to set up a get-together. While the virus burned itself out quickly, the habits we learned during that month are hard to break.
Now, though, a full year later, people are finally relaxing enough to really let loose. Just in time for Jasmine’s “I aced the bar” party.
The drinks are flowing non-stop, and I find myself behind the bar yet again, unable to keep from lending a hand to the overworked catering staff. Jasmine has been doing the rounds all evening, talking to her law school friends, spending time with her brother and his fiancee, and in general being a social butterfly.
Something that warms my heart to see, even if I am a bit jealous of all the time not spent with me. A year into our relationship, and I still want her just as much. More, even. Jasmine is every inch the woman I knew she’d be when I stole her first kiss.
Eventually, she winds her way over to the bar, slipping behind it to stand on tiptoe and give my cheek a kiss.
“Wow, those Quarantinis really are a hit,“ She laughs as she pulls back to smile up at me.
“Thank you for being patient and sweet, baby. It means a lot.” She says.
I stop mixing, wiping off my hands before turning to pull her close enough to whisper into her ear.
“I’m spending all my patience now. I don’t plan on having any later.”
My teeth graze her earlobe as I pull away, nipping her ever so slightly in a way I know she loves. She squeals as she pulls away from me, hands going to her hips.
“Luca, behave. We’re celebrating with everyone tonight!” She grabs a drink and raises it to the assorted crowd behind the bar. They’re mostly wrapped up in their own flirtations and conversations, but she does get one or two ragged cheers.
“I know. We’ll be celebrating on our own soon enough.” I give her my best smirk as I eye her up and down as lecherously as possible. The skintight white dress she’s wearing shows off all of her fabulous curves. To my trained eye, it also reveals that she’s not wearing anything under it.
She meets my eyes and gives me that wicked smile I love so much.
“Don’t worry. I don’t think I’ll be very patient either.”
I spin her around and give her a push out from behind the bar, patting the round curve of her ass as I do.
“Go on. I’ll see you later, gorgeous.”
As I watch Jasmine drift among the crowd, smiling happily and shaking hands, I can’t help but feel my heart swell for her.
She’s blossomed into quite the beautiful flower.
One I plan to keep blooming for the rest of my life.
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Regina Wade writes steamy, short romances that can be devoured in one sitting. She likes her heroines curvy and smart, her heroes big and bad, and her love stories as OTT as she can make them. Sometimes tongue-in-cheek, always tongues in cheeks.