L'amore: The Luminara Series

by SJ Molloy

  I smile and lean over, kissing him appreciatively. As I jump out the bed, he smacks my ass and shakes his head. I open the bedroom door.

  Tornado …

  She jumps on me, throwing me back on the mattress with her long, grey, velvety legs and wrapping them around my neck as she nearly smooches me to death. I can’t stop giggling. Lucca is horrified.

  “Lexi, fuck. Are you okay?” he panics.

  “Yes, she’s just playing. Where’s my little ray of sunshine? I’ve missed my little cupcake so much. Have you been a good girly?” She wags her tail frantically, burying into my neck as she whimpers and whines in response to my baby talk. I squeeze her so tightly I could crush her, but she doesn’t mind at all.

  “Fucking hell, this is not happening. I have seen it all now,” Lucca grumbles. Doris turns around and pounds on top of him. She licks him as she whines and whacks me with her wagging tail. “Lexi, can you get your dinosaur to jump down?” Lucca moans, trying to push her off him.

  I giggle. “She likes you. Just pet her like last night and she’ll leave you alone,” I reassure him. He rubs her head, and she purrs with delight, then rests her chin on his muscular chest and stares up at him with her human-like amber eyes, sussing him out. I love that she has warmed to him.

  “I do not fucking believe this. That dog is spoiled rotten, but I do think she likes me, so that is a start.” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing her up and grinning crookedly.

  “You two need to get along, and I think you do actually like her,” I say playfully.

  “She should be a working dog, Lexi. Not a lap dog.” He moves, but Doris pins him down to the bed. Gripping him with her huge paws, she nuzzles her head under his arm.

  “Admit it, you love her,” I tease. Smiling, I watch Doris show Lucca lots of friendly attention.

  “Not nearly as much as I love you. Right, you have had your five minutes. I want you back now.” He frowns and curls his lip mischievously, showing his dimple.

  “Done deal,” I mumble as I drag Doris off Lucca’s lap by the collar and out into the hall. “Hazel, can you take her out please?” I yell downstairs.

  Lucca is ready to give me a lecture on my dog, but before he does, I seductively sit on top of him, straddling his groin. I slide myself down so my breasts press against his chest.

  “It starts with five minutes. Then that bloody thing will want in bed with us all the time, and that is not happening. You are all mine, baby,” he says, pressing his erection between my legs rubbing my throbbing ache for him.

  “I’m all yours now,” I reply, twirling a soft wave of my hair and lifting it up to brush seductively against my lips.

  Burning me with his bedroom eyes, he rewards me with his sexy dimple smile. He rolls me over, placing his dark, bulky arms at either side of my body and holding me. I lift my hands and grasp his defined biceps then wrap my legs around his waist and link my feet at the bottom of his back, rocking my hips up to meet him. His breathing becomes heavier and needier, and his dark shaggy hair flops around his face as he gazes straight into my eyes.

  Turned on.

  No end.

  He kisses me, groaning into my mouth as his wet tongue tangles dirtily with mine. It sends a surge straight to my wanting, damp sex. My butterflies have woken up and are fluttering their wings in response. My sensitive nerves and tissues are pulsing for him, and my arousal is drenching my tiny thong with excitement.

  Rubbing my fingers along his indented contours and protruding veins of his upper arms stirs so much greedy anticipation.

  I let go of his upper body and wrap my arms around his defined, smooth back, pulling him in closer towards me. Inhaling his sexy scent drugs me, makes me lose control. I trail my fingers over his firm ass and grip it.

  “Fuck. I need you so fucking bad,” he groans as he slides his hands down my side and over my hips, hooking his thumb under the thin strap of my lace thong. Grabbing the thin material, he moves his hips back, giving space between us so he can rip them off me.

  “I will buy you new ones,” he pants through gritted teeth before I protest.

  He’s going to be buying me a lot of new lingerie at the rate he tears through them, but I love his primal approach; his animalistic prowess has me caged inside his unforgiving, dominant possessiveness, and I can’t seem to get enough.

  He trails his hand up the contours of my hips and outlines my breast, flicking his thumb over my diamond-hard nipple.

  Heaven.

  Dropping his head, he kisses, licks, and teases my erect nipples in turn. He moans, his hot breath warming the wet flesh of my breasts.

  “Fuck, you taste so good.”

  Groaning, I grab Lucca’s hard, violent cock, tightening my grip on his thick length. Stroking and teasing his rock-hard tight skin, I tug back and forth towards my clitoris allowing his swollen head to touch me in just the right spot. I hold his heavy sack, massaging his testicles and rubbing his pre-ejaculation against my clitoris.

  He bites down on my breast with the sensation of my touch. “Jesus, that is fucking good … I feel it, baby. Tell me what you want. I want you to feel,” he demands. “I want to please you. Do you want my fingers … my tongue … my cock? Tell me what you want to ease that ache.”

  All of it.

  “I want your tongue, your fingers, and your … cock.” I can’t believe I just said that word out loud! But in the heat of the moment and with all the sexual experiences Lucca is threatening me with, I’m beginning to lose some of my inhibitions.

  Before I finish my sentence, his head is between my legs, and his tongue is dancing around my wet, fleshy folds, stimulating my sweet spot while his fingers slide inside my swollen core with one finger pressed at my back entrance.

  Sweet contact.

  Sweet sensation.

  Sweet Jesus.

  “Jesus, Lucca, it’s so good, don’t stop,” I breathlessly moan as I tighten my grip on his hair as he continues with his oral masterwork, and I buck under the glorious torture. Closing my eyes and biting my lip, I dig my nails into his scalp.

  “Baby, open your eyes. I want to see you.” Sexy, smouldering eyes drown me, and it’s the sexiest vision.

  Holy shit!

  After a pause, he drops down, picking up speed with his tongue and pressing deeper into my front wall with his fingers. It’s driving me crazy. I thrust up to meet his tongue and sheath his fingers farther in my core.

  “Baby, you are close. Fuck my tongue and come for me,” he demands as his thumb presses my sweet spot and his tongue slides into my hot narrow avenue.

  Italian sex god.

  Expert.

  Climbing to a soaring smash, I cry and scream, kicking out my twitching feet behind his back, throwing my head to the side and rocking my hips to his sweeping tongue penetration as I ride out the electric waves of my orgasm.

  “Shhh, Doc. We are not alone,” he chuckles.

  My cheeks are flushed, and my heart is pounding. I feel a little dizzy, clinging onto the last current sparking my nerves.

  He’s right—we’re back in my own house in Scotland, the home I share with my brother Cameron and my best friend Hazel, and I know they are both here.

  I’m mortified.

  Oh dear Lord. I hope they didn’t hear me.

  “I can’t wait to get you alone in your house,” I say as I grab his hair and pull him up my sweaty body to my lips. His thick lips are swollen, wet with my juices, and wanting to claim my mouth.

  Devour.

  “It is not my house, it is our house. You will be screaming at the top of your lungs when I fuck you senseless there.”

  Oh my God.

  “I need you inside me,” I blurt out in desperation. This is still new. I never thought I could be so confident or make demands like this, but I know it turns Lucca on.

  “Fuck, you are so hot right now. I need to take you hard if you will let me,” he growls.

  “Do it. I want you, all of you, any way I can.” I push my chest up
to his and rock my hips towards his mighty cock so that my wet folds strum against his raging rock.

  I love that he still has some sort of boundaries. He knows when to ask and when to take. He has read my journal, the old one and the beginning of the new journal and has pretty much figured out my personality. My moods, my insecurities, and as of recent … my desires.

  One day, I’ll speak them instead of writing them in my journal.

  “I am going to fuck you mindlessly,” he blazes then flips me over in a quick move. Spreading my knees, he holds me on all fours, wrapping his hand around my stomach and snaking his fingers to my pelvis as he pulls me towards his hips.

  “Lexi, hold on and bite your lip. Remember we are not alone. This will be hard,” he assures. I rock towards him, and he slams inside me.

  “Oh my God, I … I need this. Don’t stop,” I moan as he pushes, rams, and buries into me. I feel as if he could pound me to the very core.

  I grab the headboard with both hands and drop my head between my arms, clenching my teeth and closing my eyes. Then I push myself back to meet his intense intrusion.

  “Fuck, you are too fucking good. I feel so goddamn good in you.” Lucca drives into me, his fingers rubbing my wet, throbbing clitoris as he builds me up until I’m almost at my cusp of ecstasy.

  It’s a race to orgasm, and he’s grunting deeply, coaxing me to finish. He thrusts again, but with more conviction as he pushes me further up the bed, causing the sheets to burn my knees, flicking his fingers quickly over my clit. I bury my face in a pillow to muffle my cries as I reach an intense pinnacle.

  Euphoric.

  Torturous.

  Blissful.

  Eruption.

  “Jesus, fuck,” he grits roughly. Then with one final thrust, he fills me with his hot sperm. My legs are shaking, my knees are red from the friction, and my hands ache from clenching the bed.

  I surf out the waves of pleasure, dragging out the cavernous penetration until Lucca releases his fingers. He releases his cock and flips me around again then slumps down on me.

  He rubs between my legs, smearing his sperm over my folds then up to my navel and settles it on my breasts. Nuzzling into my neck, he kisses me repeatedly and nibbles my ear.

  “That was fucking amazing. You okay?” he gasps into my ear.

  “Uh huh. I’m great. You blow my mind. I love you,” I drawl breathlessly as I allow my heart rate to descend slowly.

  Lucca leans on his side and lifts me around to face him, pulling me into his contracting chest. The cloudy cream smothered on my skin makes me stick to him like glue. He moves some wavy, soft, just fucked curls from around my face and rubs the pad of his thumb across my lips. “You have no idea how much I love you, what you do to me, how you make me feel. And fuck, Lexi, it just keeps getting better.” His blue eyes sparkle at me with sincerity, love, and gratification.

  I kiss him softly and sigh, completely content in my post-coital glow. “I really can’t be bothered with packing today, but I suppose I will need to get on with it. Besides, we have another matter we need to attend to.”

  “Yes, plenty more sex, any which way.” He rubs his fingers down my back and cups my ass.

  I giggle. “Yes, plenty of that, but we need to check in with Cameron and Mr. Carlin and call my grandparents and my mum.”

  “Okay. Well, I will help you pack up, then yes, we do need to make the calls.” He looks at me, his eyes serious. “Lexi, I want to do this right. I want to ask your grandfather’s permission. It is the right thing to do, but I would rather he met me first, so we should pay them a visit very soon. I cannot very well take his Apple without asking for permission to bite, and I understand that this may be a shock for them because we have not known each other long.”

  Lucca is right; it’s the respectful thing to do. I know they will love him, and I do miss my grandpa. I’m quiet as I contemplate my thoughts, becoming slightly antsy in his arms. I feel sad that our romantic holiday is officially over, and I have to face the crazy screwed-up reality of my life again. This reality is ultimately making me restless, and I worry about what my mum will think.

  “Dolcezza, what is wrong? What are you thinking?” He lifts my chin and looks straight into my eyes.

  “I’m just thinking that my grandparents and my mum will love you. They’ll be delighted to know I’m happy, and how much progress I’ve made since meeting you. I’m just a little worried about seeing my mum and how I’ll manage. It always seems such a struggle, and I don’t want to go back to that dark place I was in before meeting you, and if she’s in her own dark place, it upsets me. I hate to see her like that because I love her so much. Sometimes she is better than others.” I bite the inside of my cheek nervously.

  “Hey, I am going to help you. I love you, and I will not let you back into that dark place, I promise you.” He tightens his grip on me and kisses my temple.

  Promise.

  A promise is a promise.

  “Lucca, I don’t always cope great when I’m around them, and I’m worried you won’t like it. I just ask that you be patient with me.”

  I drop my head slowly and sigh, but he lifts my chin up. “What have I told you about doing that? Keep your chin up so I can see your beautiful eyes. I understand now how difficult it is for you. I love you, and nothing you say or do will change that. Please relax and stop worrying. I have got you.”

  “Thank you, Lucca,” I say, tracing my fingers over his jaw, his dimple, and then his lips.

  “I need to clean up before I shower. Can you get me a towel from the bathroom?”

  “Sure.” He kisses me, then jumps up, giving me a great view of his sexy ass. He throws on his jeans and turns around to wink at me with a cheeky, dimpled smile before walking out the door to the bathroom down the hall. I admire my ring again while he’s away, feeling the nicest rush of warmth rippling through me.

  True perfection.

  True happiness.

  True bliss.

  He’s taking his time. I can hear him talking to someone before he returns, shaking his head as he grins, and I’m not sure if it’s in a good way or not. He hands me a towel, and I dry myself off between my legs.

  “Who were you talking to?” I ask.

  He leans over to kiss my lips, then my breasts. “Never mind, but you do have visitors downstairs.”

  Oh my God—I hope no one heard us having sex.

  Fuck!

  File S for silence. Silence me next time I’m mid-orgasm. As much as Lucca has been good therapy for me, and worked wonders in helping me with my issues, I’m still filing. I’m so used to it that I don’t think it will ever go away.

  “What do you mean never mind? Who was it?” I challenge him, raising my voice in panic.

  “Fuck, Lexi. You are getting me horned up again with that fiery shit.”

  “Stop trying to distract me.” I stand firm and assertive with my hands on my naked hips. “Bloody pest!”

  “Okay, calm down. I was speaking to Anna,” he says, frowning guiltily.

  “Why is Anna here so early? Oh, I’m going to bloody kill him.”

  Rage.

  Riled.

  Realisation.

  My brother has not kept his word and is, in fact, cheating on Rachel with Lucca’s younger sister. Fretting, I open my drawers to pull out some sleep shorts and a vest top and throw it on quickly.

  “Lexi, do not go barging in there. He can do what he likes. They are both adults. You need to let it be, Doc,” he says with amusement in his voice. This just confirms that he does condone this and it doesn’t bother him, which makes me even angrier.

  “It’s not funny, Lucca. Cameron should not be cheating on Rachel like this. I love your sister, I do, but it’s not appropriate. My brother is a jackass, an absolute friggin’ halfwit.”

  I storm out of the room leaving Lucca sighing in exasperation and running his hands through his hair. I head down the hall and bang on Cameron’s door. “You’ve got two minutes to get downstai
rs. Both of you! Anna, I know you’re in there,” I shout.

  Anna opens the door and squeals before hugging me tightly.

  She has just-fucked hair but is dressed in smart work clothes and smells of expensive perfume. Cameron is sprawled across the bed, naked like a rock star with the duvet covering his modesty and nothing else.

  “Hi, Sis. Good holiday?” he asks casually.

  “Don’t you ‘hi, Sis’ me. What are you two playing at? Cameron, you have a girlfriend. This is not fair to Rachel, and it’s not fair to Anna.”

  “Lexi, relax. I am fine with it. I am not going to be moving in. It is just a fling, and Cameron has spoken frankly, so I know where I stand. I am just having a bit of fun.” Anna tries to reassure me with a confident explanation.

  “And Rachel? What about her?” I glare at Cameron and then Anna with the most distasteful scowl.

  “We have a very open relationship. I don’t expect you to understand it, but we see other people. Period,” Cameron adds, mussing his hair with his fingers.

  Disgusting. I’m going to kill him. “What is wrong with you? Why would you do that? It’s—”

  “It’s not wrong, it’s normal for Rach and me. We have an understanding. I don’t need to explain, Lex. For fuck’s sake, just because you don’t—” Cameron shrugs and scuffs his bare feet across the carpet.

  “Sleep around?” I retort, hand on my hip.

  “Yes.” He sighs, holding the nape of his neck.

  Lucca is standing behind me. “Orianna, why have you not left for work yet? You told me you were going. I am going to fire your ass, and then you will need to find some other boss who lets you gallivant at your leisure all over the fucking place.”

  “Calm down. I am going in today, but I was just visiting Cam, and I wanted to congratulate you both.” She squeals and claps her hands. It’s not lost on me that she’s changing the whole direction of this confrontation I’m trying to have with Cameron.

  Hazel comes running up the stairs in her pyjamas to see what the commotion is. She grabs my waist and hugs me senseless. “Are we all friends up here?” she asks warily, looking around at everyone trying to suss out what the problem is.

  I give Cameron my best “we will talk about this later” look. He mutters something under his breath and shakes his head.