L'amore: The Luminara Series

by SJ Molloy

Processing.

  I’m stunned.

  When the food arrives, we barely acknowledge the waiter.

  “So what happened?” I find my voice.

  “We were having fun spending time together, and I thought Cameron had feelings for me, then Rachel came back from Paris and he became distant. He met me one night for dinner and told me we had to finish what we started because he couldn’t give me what I wanted. He said what he had with Rachel worked for them both. Then Rachel had confessed that she’d hooked up with a boy in Paris and wanted to see him again and Cameron was desperate to get her back. I think he was jealous and wanted to reclaim her.”

  She takes a bite of her chicken, but I’m too shocked to move. “So, how did you feel? I can’t believe you kept that to yourself for a full year. Why wouldn't you tell us?”

  “Well, I was hurt and pining for him, so I went to London with work for training. I appreciated that it wouldn’t be fair to Rachel if he continued a fling with me, so I learned to accept it. I thought one day Rachel would go away travelling again, and I thought she might fall in love with someone else, maybe the boy from Paris,” she declares, trying to convince herself but certainly not convincing us.

  “Do you love him?” Hazel asks.

  “I think I did … oh, I don’t know.” She takes a huge gulp of her wine, afraid to make eye contact with me.

  “You’re annoyed because he has completely different loyalties and morals while he cheats on Rachel with Anna.” I sigh.

  “Yes, they were on a break when he and I were together, but he’s clearly cheating this time, and I’m hurt he hasn’t given me a second thought and is acting this way.” She begins to cry and my heart bleeds for her, seeing her upset like this.

  I stand up and wrap my arms around her. “I had no idea. I’m sorry he’s treated you this way. His behaviour is truly appalling. Lucy, please don’t cry. You’re going to ruin that pretty little face. Just so you know, I’m furious with him, and I do not approve. Apparently, they have an open relationship policy now—whatever that is—and see other people. Not that it makes this any easier.”

  This only makes her feel worse and she hiccups while sobbing. That was not my intention.

  “Do you want me to have a word to him about this?” I add. I can’t believe I didn’t know about this.

  “No, please don’t. I don’t want him thinking I’m a stalker. I feel as if I’ve been holding out for him, put my life on hold and look what’s happened,” she sobs, picking up a napkin and dabbing under her eyes graciously.

  Hazel comments and leans over to take her hand. “Lucy, I can guarantee he’s thinking with his dick and not his head. When he is with Anna, it’s a bit of wild fun. I know Rachel has been unfaithful to him, so maybe you’re right. Perhaps they will part ways. Remember Rachel is a lot younger than us so she’s bound to want to see other guys, but you need to find your Mr. Right. You need to move on and stop feeling sorry for yourself. There is someone out there who will be perfect for you, you just haven’t met him yet, so stop brooding over Cameron. He doesn’t deserve you, because you, my friend, are beautiful, clever, funny, and kind.”

  I smile at her thanking her for giving her support. Lucy nods with understanding. I think she just needed someone else to tell her, even if it’s not what she wants to hear.

  By the time we change topics to discuss my new living situation with Lucca, my warm salad is cold, but I don’t have much of an appetite after a catastrophic day. I play around with my food and don’t eat much, but we do have another glass of cold wine.

  “I think we need to have a girls’ night out in town. We could all do with some dancing and fun. It’s long overdue,” Hazel declares.

  “Yes, let’s do it soon. We’ll arrange with the darlin’s,” Lucy agrees. I give her a sympathetic smile. I know she’s trying hard on the surface, but deep down, she is still hurting.

  Chapter 10

  Workout

  I’m welcomed at the door by an energetic Doris. After petting and playing with her, I walk into the kitchen, place my bag down, boil the kettle, and look over my mail. There is a small rectangular box sitting on the counter and a note attached with my name.

  Opening it, I discover a brand new smartphone. I drink my coffee as I fiddle about with the phone and instructions, but I need Lucca to help me out with it so I place it back on the counter and go and look for him.

  He’s in the gym pounding on the treadmill, focused and dripping in sweat. He is a vision of virile male. I admire his physique bulging through the fabric of his tight sport T-shirt.

  Smoking hot.

  He’s turning me on as I watch how determined and effortless he works out, and how painstakingly handsome he is. I think the wine at lunch has made me slightly tipsy … and horny.

  “Hey, baby, good day?” he pants through his pounding strides.

  I can’t speak.

  I don’t speak.

  I’m entranced by his elite, competitive pace, brawny, muscled body, and his willpower. I shrug my shoulders with the half-hearted look and decide not to mention anything to him yet. I have things on my mind right now.

  “You want to join me in the sauna and you can tell me all about it?” he asks as he reduces speed, preparing for his cool-down.

  Yes, please! Maybe after I get what I want, I will tell him.

  “What time is your family coming?” I ask.

  “Not until six, so we have time. I need help with something, but I need you naked.”

  I raise my eyebrow and grin. “I wonder what that might be.” I smile, coyly running my hand down the length of my ponytail.

  He stops his treadmill, pours water over his head, and opens his mouth drinking some. The sight of him all sweaty with pure water splashing over his dark, glistening skin like this is so sensual and erotic.

  I’m seduced before I touch him. I want to press my body into his, lick his perspiration from between his toned muscles, lace my fingers through his wet hair, and get sweaty.

  With him.

  On him.

  Against him.

  I lift the bottom of my ponytail and softly caress my mouth with my soft wavy hair, brushing slow, light teasing strokes across it. He puts a towel around the back of his neck and paces towards me with the predatory look, hunger blazing in his eyes.

  “You have asked, baby…”

  He presses his wet, hard body against my own, soaking my skin and dress with his perspiration.

  “Hmmm, so what are you needing help with?” I tease.

  He unzips my dress, sliding it off my shoulders. His eyes are gorging on me, ready to feast. He slides his sweaty hands down my back then settles to grip my ass. He forces his hips forward, moaning as he pushes his hard cock against me.

  “It starts with this,” he groans, strumming his tongue into my mouth. Flicking, swirling then sucking on my own tongue.

  Teasing me with his delicious tongue in raw desperate kisses, he grabs my ponytail and tilts my head. I close my eyes, feeling tingling straight to my sex, a direct trigger to my most sensitive nerves. I’m throbbing and soaked for him already.

  I slide my hand down his wet, fitted T-shirt, clenching his rock-hard muscles.

  “Then it finishes with this.”

  He lifts my hand and places it on his weighty arousal. I clutch and massage his overstuffed package through his shorts, and he throws his head back.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  I use my other hand, pulling on his drawstring of his sport shorts, coaxing them down, setting the waistband just across his hips. I run my finger along his happy trail, which leads to my desire, his desire, and where my tongue is about to follow.

  “Thank you for the new phone. I have a gift of the day for you too.” I drop to my knees on his gym mat.

  “Fuck …” he growls.

  I kiss just above his waistband, tasting the surfaced sodium and perspiration skimming his skin from his workout. Swirling my tongue, I slide my hands down his hips, yanking the short
s all the way down, freeing his erection.

  His massive cock slaps against his stomach, pulsing and twitching for me. He bends over slightly and unhooks my bra, sliding it off my shoulders. My heavy breasts bounce free, and he instinctively reaches down to cup my breasts, but I lean back and sit on my heels.

  “Nnm mnn.” I shake my finger at him. “This is for you, and I’m in charge.”

  “Fuck, you are going to finish me before you even start if you keep talking hot shit like that.” He grins.

  I turn around on my knees and place my hands on his hips, sprawling my fingers on the smooth, taught skin of his butt and twisting him around so that my back is to the mirrored wall and he’s facing it. I want him to see me pleasuring him.

  “Fuck, I am getting a great view of your ass in that mirror,” he groans.

  “Uh huh,” I tease, sashaying my ass and biting my lip. I lower myself, tantalising him with soft, sensual strokes of my tongue along the rigid shaft of his cock. Licking his creamy eagerness from the head, I massage and grip his hot sack. I take his full length in my mouth as I grasp his root tightly.

  I clench my jaw around him, devouring and derailing him into an uncontrollable bliss, taking him further back to my throat. I wiggle my ass, shifting side to side and firming my knees into the mat. Circling my head, I glide him like a gear stick with a powerful drive causing him to expand in my mouth while I hollow my cheeks sucking him hard.

  “Baby, so good. Let me fuck your tits.”

  I pull back, sitting upright, and he grabs his girth, banging and jamming between my heavy breasts, my cleavage suffocating his cock. Groaning with enjoyment, he thrusts back and forth, throwing his head backwards and pushing his hips forward. He clenches his teeth.

  I manoeuvre with him, lifting and pushing forward. I place my hands on the side of my breasts and squeeze them together, encasing his cock completely with my ample cups.

  “Jesus … fuck … Lexi …”

  He fires me against the mirror, my back slamming against the cold sheen, then I feel the warmth of his ejaculated cream sliding between my breasts and over my sternum. Once he stills, I bend down and lick the engorged head of his cock, swallowing back his salty release. My heart racing, stomach fluttering, my sex is throbbing and pulsing with want. I need him so badly.

  He slides down, kneeling in front of me and taking my mouth, biting ravenously at my bottom lip. “That was fucking amazing.” His cheeks are flushed, and I find the pink tinge against his dark skin sexy as hell.

  “I’m glad you liked it,” I say before kissing his lips zealously.

  “Baby, you ready for your workout?” he asks, pinching my budded nipples.

  “Will I burn lots of calories?” I playfully ask, squirming under his touch.

  “You will burn more than that. You are going need to get your blood sugar level up when I am finished with you,” he says before biting my neck. I rub my clit against him with my ass pressed to the mirror.

  He links his thumb under the strap of my thong and yanks hard, tearing it away from my hips. I jerk with the friction, and the lace fabric falls to the mat.

  “Turn around, face the mirror. I want you to watch,” he says.

  Erotic.

  Eagerly, I turn around, still on my knees with Lucca on his knees pressed behind me. My body is sticky with his sperm smeared on me, which only adds to my sexed up tension and vibrating sensitivity in my core.

  “Open your eyes,” he orders.

  I do and glance at my naked body, aroused and begging to be touched again, his massive broad shoulders and bronzed brawny muscles of his chest behind me. I’m so turned on by the sight of myself, the sight of him, and imagining what he’s about to do to me.

  “Do you see what I see?” He grabs both my breasts, kneading and teasing my peaked nipples in his hands as he smears his sperm over them. I lean my head to the side and rest on his shoulder, arching my back and moaning with long, drawn out sexual gratification while I watch him caress my breasts.

  “Yes, touch me, Lucca, please,” I beg, running my tongue under my top lip, pushing my ass against his cock.

  “I will, but I want you to touch yourself first.”

  Sweet Jesus. I was not expecting that.

  Oh my God. This is very dirty and completely out of my comfort zone. I want to please him and I need him desperately, so finding an inner courage, I try to forget my inhibitions. Placing my hand on my stomach, I pause. I stare at Lucca’s eyes in the mirror, waiting for reassurance, guidance of some sort.

  “Lexi, I promise you will like watching yourself, and it is such a fucking turn on for me. I want you to know how I feel about you. Imagine it is me touching you.” His teases me by brushing his thumb across my navel.

  I look at my big, chocolate-brown eyes, my perky nipples, large, sticky breasts, and flat stomach down to my mound. I wrap my hand around my back to grip his semi-erect cock, then with my other, I trail my hand down, barely touching myself.

  “Touch … for me,” he rasps.

  I slide my hand, cupping my sex, then move my fingers around, sliding over my wet cleft and stimulate my clitoris, all while watching myself in the mirror and stroking Lucca at the same time. I can’t believe this siren has taken over my body. I think I like her.

  He’s right. I’m helplessly turned on.

  “That is it, baby. Imagine it is my tongue sucking that sweet fucking pussy.”

  I feel dirty, but I’m so stimulated that I want to do this and his dirty words are adding to my arousal. I find it insanely erotic.

  “Sexy as fuck … Jesus, keep going, baby, you are hot. I am trying so hard to refrain from touching you right now because I want you to experience this. It is doing crazy fucking things to me, baby, watching you,” he says, towering over my shoulders.

  I feel as if I’m starring in a pornographic movie—sexed up and horny as hell.

  “Fuck your fingers,” he demands.

  I stroke, rub, then push my fingers inside my reverberating entrance, causing Lucca to gasp at the vision. I hunch forward, then draw myself back, exhaling seductive, quiet whimpers. With my fingers encased in the heat of pulsing muscles, I torture myself with the same technique Lucca would use, albeit it’s not as deep, then fall forward, freeing my grip from his cock.

  “Lucca, I want you. Please, touch me,” I plead.

  He pulls my shoulders back towards his chest and trails his hands from my breasts down towards my begging sex, then pulls my wrist. He lifts my hands and sucks my fingers, licking my juices.

  Oh my God.

  I’m nearly combusting with the sight of his suggestive gesture. I can’t wait. I grab his hand and place it between my legs, then move my knees further spreading them wider.

  With his expertise, he has a couple of fingers in me with his thumb strumming my clit. I toss my head back but keep my eyes open and watch as I chew the inside of my cheek. I smash towards the heel of his hand, and it’s only seconds before I cry out and buckle in spasms under his magnificent caress.

  I push forward and back, banging my ass against his hard erection. Teasing my breasts and puckered nipples, I thrash with erogenous pleasure, crying out his name. I continue to quake in tremors when he removes his fingers, sliding my arousal over my sleek folds.

  He sits back on his ass, adjusting his legs so that they are at either side of me, his legs bent and feet touching the mirror. He lifts me up. “That was unreal. Sit back on me and stretch your legs to the front,” he demands. “I want you to watch your sweet pussy when I fuck you. I want you to see when your sexy pussy becomes swollen and milks me.”

  Holy shit.

  My feet touch the mirror, my legs widely parted, and I get a full view of my throbbing, pink sex. He picks me up and slams me down onto his huge hard-on, filling me to my core. He leans back on his elbows, straining his hips up and pulling me up and down on him. It’s a similar position to the make-up sex in the bath, except I can see his cock ramming into me, his sack tightening. We’re
exposed, and it’s raunchy as hell. I press my feet on the mirror for support then slide back up and down, thrusting, grinding, and compounding his rock solid cock in the heat of my sex.

  It’s too much.

  It’s not enough.

  I need more.

  I can’t take more.

  Intense.

  Erotic.

  Inconceivable.

  “Baby, watch me ride you, feel me pump you. Fuck, I need to pound you senseless … tell me what you see.” He groans. “You are my eyes, baby, tell me,” he demands between grunts and breathless gnarls. After pleasuring myself in front of him, telling him what I see doesn’t faze me. I’m excited to say the words because I know what it’s doing to him, what it’s doing to me.

  “Your cock, hard and big, slamming into me. It’s enraged!” I bawl when another forceful pound shafts me.

  “What does your pussy look like?”

  “It’s swollen, pink, pulsing … I’m so nearly there. Fuck, holy shit!” The sounds of these words coming out of my mouth is enough to send me into a splintering orgasm. It’s seconds until I scream and scream as I detonate into an astonishing, heady explosion.

  He roars deep in his throat, stiffening, powerfully firing up into me and filling me with his release. Blazing wet heat in my sheath, he sprays my insides then collapses. My back smashes against his chest.

  Spent.

  Impassioned.

  Sensitive.

  Blissful.

  “Doc, are you okay?”

  “Mmmm,” I mumble.

  “Christ, Lexi, that was unbelievable. I love you.” His arms wrap around me, hugging me tightly across my chest as we get our breath back to a steady rhythm. He kisses the side of my head over and over. “I will need to send you away for lunch more often if that is how horny you come back to me.”

  My new confidence today maybe stems from Lucca helping me earlier when I fretted about my phone call with my mum, the wine at lunch, or running into a face I’d rather forget at the doctor’s. It’s perhaps all three and I feel very satisfied I experienced this with Lucca today.

  I feel cherished.