The Italian Step : Luca (A Romance)

by Talia Day

  “Yes I can,” I said. “I like it when things are under control.”

  ****

  Our argument continued later on into the evening. I had excused myself to get more wine for Victoria, but instead I walked outside to try and make sense of things. Luca appeared after a minute, tapping an Italian cigarette out of the carton and into his hand.

  “Don’t smoke around me,” I said.

  “You seemed so different before,” he said, in a biting voice, lighting up anyway and blowing a cloud of smoke.

  “That’s because I was trying to be fun. Just to see what it was like. But that’s not who I am.”

  “That’s not true. You are fun--I had the most fun skiing today.”

  “Just leave me alone,” I said archly.

  “Is this all because of Carrie? Ever since I start to see her, you are totally cold to me.”

  “I know how this works. You’re one of the popular kids now. You’re never going to talk to me again. But you’ll still try to fuck me, because you’re a guy.”

  “Jesus Christ--I was enjoying being with you, and you help me out a lot--”

  “Helped, not help.”

  “Merda, whatever. You are so goddamn touchy, Amelia. I see a girl once, and now you think I am an asshole.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ll be a lot more agreeable than I really am, just for you.” I put every drop of sarcasm I could manage into my voice. Luca kept raving, waving his hands around in a fury.

  “I was so happy to come to the USA, and now everything is shitty. And Carrie is stupid, by the way. Everything she talks about is stupid.”

  That sounded like Carrie, I thought.

  “She fucks real good though,” Luca said before turning and storming back into the house.

  I followed him in, fuming.

  “I’m not hungry anymore,” I said, heading upstairs to my room.

  “Honey, are you feel--” Robert said, but I was already walking up the stairs. I slammed the door to my room and laid down on my bed. Luca stomped up the stairs a few minutes later.

  “Leave me alone,” I snapped at him.

  “You are so difficult. First you are sending me naked pictures when I don’t even know you, now you don’t even want to talk to me.”

  “I never sent you a naked picture. Get out of my room.”

  “No? It’s right here,” he said. He showed me his phone. I practically screamed when I saw the picture he told me he had never received, the one where I was sprawled out naked on my bed.

  “Give me that,” I hissed. I surprised myself by snatching the phone out of his hands before he could move it away. I threw it as hard as I could against the wall. It bounced off and slid across the floor, the screen totally cracked.

  Luca swore in Italian. I kicked the phone towards him. I couldn’t believe how angry I was. “Get out!”

  “Why the fuck are you so angry? You’re jealous because I go out with Carrie? Who cares? I’m not a couple with her.”

  I was on the verge of tears.

  “Get out,” I choked. I balled up my hands into fists and started to hit his chest. Luca finally grabbed my wrists and held them.

  “Let go of me,” I snarled, trying to pull away from him.

  “Stop this, Amelia. You are being ridiculous.”

  “Fine. Just let go of me.”

  Luca let go of my wrists and I hit him again before turning my back to him.

  “Why are you still here?” I asked.

  “Amelia, I am sorry. I know I shouldn’t have going out with Carrie. But I’m not going to start ignoring you.”

  I kept my back turned, glowering at the wall.

  “Amelia, did you hear what I just say?”

  I obstinately stared at the wall. But it felt good to hear Luca finally apologize. My heart started to beat faster as I heard him stepping closer to me, and then I felt his hands on my waist.

  “Amelia,” he said, kissing me softly behind my ear. I felt my chest rise involuntarily as I sucked in a ragged breath. I still felt emotionally raw, with hot, angry blood still coursing through my veins.

  “Please,” Luca begged, “let me kiss you. You are so beautiful, Amelia.”

  His strong arms closed around me. Between my anger and the pounding my legs had received skiing, I felt totally drained. I let myself collapse into Luca’s strong body, finally surrendering. He cupped my breasts, and his lips grazed the soft skin of my neck again. The feeling of his breath against my neck sent a river of electricity running down my skin. I had never felt this way before: totally consumed.

  A boy had never touched my breasts before, and feeling Luca’s strong hands press against them, his fingers kneading my hungry flesh, made me practically faint with lust.

  “Amelia,” Luca breathed. His fingers left my breasts and ran down my sides, riding the curves of my body until they arrived at my rear. His hands cupped me again, and when he took my ample flesh in both of his hands, I could feel his lust in the way he touched and squeezed me.

  “Damn,” he breathed. His hands ran up my body again, exploring me. He kissed my neck, and I moaned. His body pressed into mine again, forcing a little gasp from my lips. I could feel his cock pressing against the cleft of my ass. I could feel his heat pulsing against my body, and I felt my sex twinge. I whined involuntarily as he ground his hot cock into my body, his hands still on my breasts. I’d never been touched this way before, and it was making every nerve in my body run wild with electricity.

  Luca put his hands on my hips and ground his cock into me harder, making me squirm. I realized I was panting like an animal. His breath, hot and ragged, was cascading against my neck and back. I didn't think I would ever feel like this--I wanted him to fuck me, right now. The way his hot cock was pressing against the back of my jeans was just too much.

  With one smooth move Luca undid the clasp of my bra. I moaned again, louder and sharper, as his hands found the bare skin of my breasts. Each flick of his rough fingertips against my nipples made me ache, until they were hard, little pebbles. Luca consumed my breasts with his hands, kneading my aching flesh, practically making me drip with pleasure.

  “Yes,” I heard Luca groan. The pleasure he was getting from my body was clearly more than he could handle. I could sense it in every aching twitch of his fingertips, the way he pressed his body into mine like he wanted to lose himself in my flesh, like he wanted to... "Fuck me,” I whimpered. I surprised myself when I said it, but I wanted him to, so badly.

  “Okay,” he whispered. He turned me around, and we finally kissed each other fully on the lips. The moment the tips of our tongues flicked together I remembered how good it felt when he kissed me at the bakery. It sent a sheet of tingles washing over my body. I kissed him back, hard, every cell in my body yearning for his touch.

  Luca’s strong hands cupped my ass as he easily lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his body and he took me over to the bed. He held me as we made out, too absorbed in the sensations to do anything else. I finally pulled away. Our foreheads and noses were pressed together, and we stood there for a moment, just breathing.

  Then Luca set me down on the bed. He laid on top of me, and I could feel his stiff cock, straining against his jeans and pressing into the sensitive flesh between my legs.

  We kept kissing as his hands opened my jeans. I panted and helped him wriggle them down a couple of inches. Then I stopped him. Anxiety suddenly rose inside of me. I barely knew Luca, and there was no way I was ready to have sex with him.

  Luca’s desperate fingers plunged down the front of my white cotton panties, finding the hot wetness against my legs. I writhed as his fingers took me, rubbing my pulsing flesh through the wet cotton. He found my throbbing clit, and his touch suddenly made my hips and back arch upwards. His fingers danced over my swollen pearl, pushing it every which way. It felt just as good as when I touched myself, and I gave in to the pleasure. I liked having Luca’s big hand buried in my little panties, torturing me with these ecstatic sensatio
ns.

  Luca whispered something in Italian and his fingers pushed aside the crotch of my panties. His fingers raked across my bare flesh, sending a wave of exquisite agony over me. I let him violate my flesh, where no one but me had ever touched before, and then, without warning, two fingers plunged deep inside me, raking against the sensitive spot where I liked to please myself with one little finger. I moaned as my body bucked, consumed with hot pleasure.

  Luca’s fingers started to plunder me, pushing over and over against that same spot, which all this time I thought was my secret.

  I started to moan. I knew that the floor was thin, and that Robert and Victoria were downstairs, but I couldn’t help it. I could feel Luca standing over me, his eyes drinking up the vision of my body writhing in my bed as he violated me.

  A hot explosion consumed my body, and I bucked wildly, my hands squeezing his strong forearm. My mouth opened in a silent scream as my body clenched hard. Then my orgasm subsided and I collapsed into the bed. Luca’s wet fingers found my mouth, and I sucked my own lust off of them. Then he kissed me. But it wasn’t tender like before. This time, I could feel his raging desire in every little movement of his lips. He kissed me hard and then pushed me away, back down into the bed.

  His hands reached for his belt buckle as I stared, transfixed. His jeans dropped to his ankles and his boxers soon followed. My fingers trembled as I reached out and touched his raging cock.

  What was I supposed to do? I definitely wasn’t ready for him to fuck me, at least not yet. He guided my hand as I closed it around his throbbing shaft, helping me stroke it.

  “Look up at me when you do it,” he commanded. I kept stroking him using both of my hands, looking up at his pleasure-wracked face as I did it. My eyes ran over his tightly muscled body, then back to his face. He buried one of his hands in my hair and pressed my head forward. My lips were inches from the head of his cock. His head brushed against my lips, smearing them with lust.

  Should I? Should I suck the tip? It was red and swollen, dripping precum. What would it be like? I didn’t have a clue how to give a blowjob, and the idea made me nervous.

  “Let me use your breasts,” Luca groaned. His whole body seemed to be pulsing with lust, his thick muscles clenching and unclenching. I took off my shirt. Luca took my breasts and squeezed them around his cock.

  “Oh yeah,” he breathed. They were barely big enough, but one look at his face was enough to tell me that fucking my tits was stoking his lust in a way I couldn’t imagine.

  “I like fucking your little tits,” Luca said, his voice strangled with pleasure. I grabbed my breasts with both hands and let Luca thrust between them. This was so nasty, I thought. And so hot. I sucked his fingers as he violated my chest. Luca groaned with agony, then guided one of my hands to his cock again. I stroked him until his body spasmed, and I watched as his hot cum spurted over my chest.

  “Oh my God,” I squeaked. There was so much of it. Luca collapsed on the bed beside me.

  “Oh God,” Luca moaned. "Yeah, that felt good."

  “You’re dirty,” I reprimanded. But secretly, I was hot and throbbing, wanting to feel his fingers inside me again. “Wipe me off.”

  “Yes, little sister,” he said lightly. He wiped his cum off my flushed chest with his shirt and threw it in the hamper.

  “Don’t call me sister,” I scolded. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand down to my pussy, where I wanted to feel him again.

  I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensations of Luca’s fingers moving inside me.

  “You’ve never been touched like this, have you?”

  “No,” I panted.

  “I can feel it.” His fingers barely fit through my opening. “You’re so tight.”

  Luca’s fingers brought me higher and higher, and then I came again. I could feel his hungry eyes on my body as it spasmed.

  “Goddamn,” he breathed. “You cum so easy.”

  “I know,” I whined, catching my breath. “I make myself cum all the time.”

  “Yeah?” Luca questioned, his voice thick with desire again. “How you do it?”

  “I dunno,” I giggled, “I just use my fingers like you did.”

  “Show me how you do it. I want to watch you.”

  “Okay,” I whispered, sliding off my jeans and panties all the way. My heart was pounding. I put a pillow behind my head and spread my legs for Luca, exposing my bare sex to him. This was almost too much. Almost.

  My fingers touched my throbbing sex, lightly at first, stroking myself between the folds of my petals. I spread my lips for him, showing him the wet pleasure he couldn’t have. I heard him groan with lust, and it sent a shiver through my body. I was taking this way too far. If I kept teasing him like this he might just fuck me right now, whether I wanted to or not.

  But I was teasing myself, too, avoiding my throbbing, aching clit. My fingers danced around it, massaging more and more pleasure from my swollen sex. I finally touched it lightly, and it made my whole body spasm.

  I started to rub myself there, each swirl of my fingers sending a wave after wave of unbearable pleasure corkscrewing through my body. I knew I was whimpering like an animal.

  I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, fucking myself good with my ass in the air, until I was close to cumming again. With a final twitch of my fingers I sent myself over the edge. I collapsed into the bed as the orgasm wrenched my body, screaming my agony into the pillow.

  I rolled over and looked at Luca’s face. His cock was hard and throbbing again. I squealed as he grabbed my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

  “Luca?” Victoria called from downstairs. “Amelia?”

  “Shit,” Luca hissed.

  I rolled off the bed and pulled on my clothes. He grabbed me and we kissed, forcefully.

  “Luca?” Victoria called again.

  “We can’t do this again,” I whispered.

  “Okay,” Luca said. “It’s our secret.”

  We kissed again and I smoothed out his hair, then we headed downstairs.

  ****

  The next day was sunny and bright, almost too warm for a winter day in Aspen. We had the morning to ski, and then we had Robert's aunt’s birthday party to attend later that afternoon. It was going to be a big event, with a fancy dinner at Robert's slope side mansion and lots of people I wouldn't know.

  I sat awkwardly next to Luca on the lift, silent tension filling the space between us. He put an arm around me, and I let myself nestle against his body for a minute before I shrugged it off. One of his gloved hands moved up my thigh. I squirmed. I gave him just enough space so he could slide it between my legs and touch me.

  “We can’t fool around anymore,” I finally said, pushing him away and berating myself internally. Having him touch me in public felt so dangerous and naughty, I just couldn't allow it. Besides, the end of the lift was near and a couple of minutes later we would be off, making adjustments to our equipment before our run down.

  “Why can’t we?” Luca asked, his hand gently touching my waist near the small of my back, the way he always did.

  “Because we’re supposed to be brother and sister.” I skated off before he had a chance to reply.

  Our day unfolded like the first time we skied together: Luca followed me down the most dangerous runs with cool composure, and I tried my best to resist his advances. By the time we were finished for the day he finally seemed resigned to not having me.

  “Okay,” he said as we approached the chalet, our day of skiing over. “Just brother and sister.”

  “Good. Then it's settled.” I propped my skis against the railing and walked up the stairs to enter the chalet.

  Chapter 5

  The birthday party was a dressy occasion, and I knew I had to look the part. I opened my closet with some trepidation. I took out the nicest dress I owned and held it against my body. It was another piece of clothing Victoria insisted I had to have along with the scandalous red bikini. I threw it dow
n on the bed and got to work on my hair, using the curling iron that she had bought me during the same shopping trip to turn my straight, blonde hair into a cascade of bouncy locks. I put on a little makeup, not really sure how to apply it--I wasn't, after all, in the habit of wearing makeup. I carefully applied lip gloss and looked at myself shyly, hardly recognizing the bombshell now standing in the mirror. I put on the dress and a pair of low heels. I twirled in front of the mirror and grinned, admiring myself.

  I walked down to the foyer and slipped off my heels and slid my feet into snow boots to make the trek out to Robert's Land Rover. I ambled out the door and down the driveway with sandals in hand. Luca was already leaning against the truck admiring the view--he looked positively dashing. Gone was the scruffy-looking kid I had met at the airport, and in his place was an impeccably dressed gentleman.