by Vivian Wood
I lean against a ballast. “Sure. Shoot.”
She blushes but doesn’t look away. “Will you kiss me again? I just want to test something—”
That quick, I shush her. “Ssh. Come up here.”
She clambers up from where she’s sitting. Cate loses her balance for a second. I step forward and slide one hand around her waist.
“Don’t worry,” I murmur, looking down into her eyes. “I’ve got you.” She stares up at me, her cheeks flushed, her mouth parted.
In her eyes, desire is written as plain as day. She pushes up onto her tiptoes as I growl and press my lips to hers.
She tastes as incredible as I remembered, like mint and honey and a savage sort of lust.
Cate moans into my mouth and I flick my tongue against hers, my whole body tightening.
I need this, I realize. I need her, at this very moment in time.
Breaking off the kiss, I peer down at her, brushing a wisp of her dark hair back from her face. “Does that answer a question for you?”
She doesn’t answer. She just reaches for me again, her lips seeking mine, her curves feeling just right under my hands.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” she whispers.
I pause, then lift her into my arms.
“Your wish is my command, princess.”
Moving toward the stairs, I kiss her again, stroking her tongue with mine.
22
Cate
Luca moves back to look at me, and I see the fire raging in his eyes. A fire that I feel too, a fire that could consume us both for all I care. His gaze drops to my lips, and I lean forward, lips parting. He moves to kiss me, his lips firm and demanding.
This is no peck on the lips. His tongue invades my mouth, sweeping and exploring. My tongue dances with his as I sigh and sink into it.
Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I reach out boldly with my free hand and grasp his hip. He allows it for a second, then breaks off the kiss and pushes me back onto the bed.
“Stay there,” he orders me.
He begins to undress, taking off his shoes, pulling his tee shirt off over his head. His torso ripples as he does, and I admire his light dusting of dark chest hair. He’s also got a trail of hair that leads down from his belly button and disappears into his waistband. His arms flex as he unzips his jeans, but he stops there.
I get a tantalizing peek into his unbuttoned pants as he comes closer, just for a second.
He moves onto the bed, kneeling at the end. He considers me for a moment, like he’s trying to decide what to do with me. “Come here.”
I shiver as I move closer, feeling like I’m under a microscope. He narrows his eyes and runs a single fingertip across my collarbone, down under the remaining strap of my slip. He draws the strap off of my shoulder, and then rolls the top of the slip down until my pink nipples are exposed to the air.
“I’ve imagined this a hundred times,” he says absently, his eyes fixed on my nipples. “But there is no comparison to the way you actually taste.”
He leans down, cupping one breast and pulling the nipple to his mouth. I immediately groan at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth on my flesh. He rolls it around with his tongue, then bites it very carefully, almost like he’s testing me.
“Ahh!” I gasp. “You can do it harder.”
He smirks, looking up at me. “Permission noted.”
Then he elbows me aside, lying down. I look at him a little quizzically, but in the next second he lifts me onto his body, so that I’m straddling him. He angles me so that he’s planted face first between my breasts, and my bare ass is in the air. I’m a little shocked at how easily he picked me up, but he clearly has other things on his mind.
He licks the skin between my breasts with his tongue, then pulls one nipple into his mouth. I moan as he bites it and sucks it, alternating pain and pleasure for me. His hands wander down to my hips, bunching up my slip. He runs his hands over my ass, groaning when he finds that I am bare underneath the slip.
He releases my breast with a wet pop, looking up at me. “Fuck. You’re not wearing any panties. Do you know how much that turns me on?”
I blush, slowly shaking my head. “Uh uh.”
He pushes my hips down until my pussy is pressed directly against his cock through his unbuttoned jeans. We both groan as he bucks up against me. He runs his hand through my hair, fisting it, and uses his hand on my hip to guide me just where he wants me.
I gasp silently as he lifts his hips and bears down on me, his denim-clad cock almost touching my clit. He starts kissing and licking my neck, using my hair as a tool to move my head to his liking. He sucks the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, bucking his hips up, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Ahh!” I cry. “Luca—”
He’s not satisfied with that, though. He releases me, pushing me off of his lap. I’m left breathing hard. He gets up and starts to peel his jeans off.
“Clothes off,” he commands. I instantly obey, starving for more of what I know he’s going to give me. Lifting my arms over my head, I raise the slip up and over my head.
When I get the slip off, I’m taken aback for a moment by the image of Luca, completely naked. I’ve seen it before, but it’s every bit as stunning to see him nude this time as it was the last. He’s all muscle, his cock juts proudly out… and right now, he’s looking at me like he’s going to consume me.
He climbs onto the bed, dragging me down to lie beneath him, and he starts kissing my neck again. I wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer. I can feel his hardness against my thigh, long and hot and throbbing. He sucks at my neck, my breasts, and then he moves lower.
I don’t know if I can even handle his mouth on my clit, but he passionately kisses my thighs and my knees. His scruff tickles in the best way. I open my legs wide for him, spreading my thighs. He makes a growling sound as he kisses my clit, and my whole body is suddenly alive with electric sensation.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, my hands burying in his hair.
Already, I’m bucking my hips against his mouth, desperate for more. He closes his mouth around my clit and sucks on it in long pulls, each one sending ripples of sensation up my spine. My toes curl as he brings his hand up to my pussy and introduces one thick finger. He ever so slowly pushes his finger inside as he circles my clit with his tongue.
I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.
He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, trying to understand how the hell it’s going to fit inside me. He pushes inside the barest inch. I cry out from pleasure and pain all at once.
Luca glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, princess.”
I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.
He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet.
When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense black-brown gaze I’ve ever experienced.
I look him right in the eye, realizing in that moment that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Luca.
I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.
“Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies j
oined together. “Fuck, Cate. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”
He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.
I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him, to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.
Luca suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.
“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”
His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.
The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, and feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.
An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really Luca’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.
He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.
“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”
And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.
He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly. I cling to him, feeling…
Loved? Freshly fucked? Overwhelmed?
I lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as it begins to slow. My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing evens out. I’m not asleep per se, but I’m not far from it. When he speaks, it startles me.
“Ready to go again?” he asks, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.
I open my eyes and squint at him. “Again?”
He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my neck. He places a long, lazy kiss on my bare skin. “You want me, don’t you?”
I bite my lip, but we both already know my answer.
It’s yes. It will always be yes, for him.
23
Luca
They next forty hours are a mind-blowing amount of sex, coupled with intimacy and a healthy dose of laughter. Cate is surprisingly witty when she’s not fucking my brains out. As long as I feed her and make her coffee, she is surprisingly cool with anything else I want to do to her.
On the way back to the marina, she stirs from drowsing. I look over at her, smiling faintly.
“What?” I rasp.
She kisses me, twining her fingers with my own and pulling away the blankets from her body. There is an urgency in her kiss; I’m not sure if she just woke up and wanted me or if she knows that our time is drawing short.
I grab her by the waist and haul her up on the lofted bed, spreading her thighs and bringing us together. My mouth descends upon hers, hungry and demanding.
She opens her mouth and her thighs for me, drawing me in without a second of hesitation. Her hands slip around my neck, fingernails lightly scoring the flesh of my shoulders. I palm one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple, drawing a cry from her lips.
I trail kisses down her jaw, skipping over her neck, and bend down to nuzzle the space between her tits. I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me as close as possible.
I reach down and pull her dress up, finding her bare underneath. I groan as I rip off one of the straps holding her dress up, kissing her newly exposed breast. I know I’m not being delicate with her, but I’m too entranced to care.
She doesn’t seem to mind, her head thrown back. She’s making these little ohhh and umm sounds that are killing me, every second I’m not inside her.
Fuck. I need to have her, right this second. She kisses me, and I bite her lower lip. She grabs my head and bites me on the neck, which I swear makes my cock pulse.
“Fuck!” I grit out. “You are such a bad girl, princess.”
I squeeze one of her tits hard, and she gasps.
“Have I been naughty?” she whispers. “I don’t mind if you show me how bad I’ve been…”
“Ohhh fuck,” I say, pushing her down on the bed. I look at her for a second, searching her face. “You don’t really want that.”
She struggles under me, trying to push me off. “Maybe I do.”
I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.
I move back, kneeling on the bed, and ruck her dress up over her head roughly. I cast it aside, then I strip off my own clothes.
Her eyes are immediately drawn to my cock, which jumps at the attention she pays it. She looks up at me, biting her lip.
“Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.
God, could Cate be any sexier? I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand, nodding.
“You sure you’re ready to give me head?” I ask. “I get quite forceful if I enjoy what you’re doing.”
Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the bed. “It’s not rocket science, right? You just… you’ll have to guide me a little.”
“I think I can do that,” I say, amused. I look around the tiny room, realizing that there probably isn’t anywhere for her to get on her knees comfortably.
But she surprises me by hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with complete trust.
“Like this?” she asks.
I get off the bed, taking my cock in my fist. I step closer, and she places a hand on my hip, looking at my dick. “That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”
Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.
My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I imagine how I would do it. How good it would feel just to put my hand in her hair, to let go and fuck her mouth and throat.
But no. I open my eyes again, breathing hard. She’s looking up at me, her lips on the very tip of my dick, her eyes telling me that she trusts me. I have to remember that.
“Open your mouth a little, and stick out your tongue,” I encourage her, pressing the blunt head against her lips. She does, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock, and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes curl.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my hand out of the way, closing her little fist around my cock. I put my hand into her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick.
I wince a little as her teeth get the sensitive spot under the head. “Watch your teeth,” I warn, tightening my grip on her hair.
She corrects herself, covering her teeth with her lips. She then starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.
Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy or ass, I’m in a position o
f complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.
And control is something I desperately need to have, especially now. Especially with Cate. I have to remember that this is only our second time having sex; I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You taste good,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. “Did I do it right?”
“Your mouth is incredible.” I pull her up, and then toss her onto the bed. “I just didn’t want to cum in there, when there are so many other places that call my name.”
She laughs. “Okay. If you say so…”
I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her tits. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers, and licking her clit.
Cate cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.
“Oooh!” she cries, startled.
I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.
“I want you to touch yourself. Touch your clit,” I whisper. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”
She nods slowly, and I flip her over. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.