When I said to come find me, I didn’t think I’d be waiting over two hours? A dull ache throbbed in the base of my head, a sure sign of stress and overthinking. Had something happened from the conversation in the car to now, hours later where I lay waiting for him in my room?
Yawning, I didn’t have many choices. His room was empty. A party raged on downstairs. Callum was definitely down there, so it was just me, alone on the third floor. I had zero desire to party, not with having a big game tomorrow. Even if things weren’t in this strange what are we doing with Luca, I’d just hang out in my room and keep busy.
So that was what I’d do, or I’d obsess about the reasons why he never showed. He’d gone hot and cold on me before, and people rarely changed. That I knew. Frustrated, I redid my ponytail four times before accepting defeat. I should take a hot shower and work on more posts for Heath’s Lodge.
Or respond to Eric’s text…
I’d successfully avoided responding to him due to not having the mental capacity to worry about my project, Luca, and him all evening, so now that Luca had left me worked up, I could focus on my ex.
Eric: I owe you an explanation. One that makes sense. I’m so sorry about everything. Call me when you can.
One that makes sense. Closure. Did I even want it?
Yes. I was human. Needy about my emotions. Who wouldn’t want to learn the reason why someone they trusted hurt them? Would an explanation take the hurt away? No. But would it settle my imagination?
Lo: I don’t know, Eric. What good would it do?
Eric: Stop you from hating me.
Eric: Maybe… I hate knowing I disappointed you. So, can I call you?
Lo: Not tonight.
Eric: when?
Groaning, I tossed my phone on my nightstand and grabbed my robe. My well-intentioned brother put up cones and tape, and physical barriers that prevented anyone from going upstairs.
It was overkill to say the least, but it reassured me no one was gonna sneak up here when I was in the shower. I still couldn’t believe Luca had done what he did in his car. And I’d let him! And it was freeing, hot, and were we done? This was new territory for me, this land of gray area.
Starting the water, I waited for it to get hot before hanging up the robe and getting in. The bathroom had two stalls for toilets and three showers on the other side. I figured it’d be disgusting sharing it with two dudes, but it wasn’t bad. They took care of their things. Plus, having my own shower stall was perfect. I could line my products in a row, and no one yelled.
The steam calmed me down as I scrubbed my body and hair, not caring that it wasn’t a wash day. The heat beat against my neck and nerves, and I massaged the spot behind my neck and groaned.
That felt good.
I repeated the process when thuds alerted me. Someone is in the bathroom. Muscles tensed, eyes alert, I waited as the footsteps neared me and the curtain pulled back. “Ah!”
“Lo, it’s me, hey,” Luca said, his voice in a whisper. He was naked, completely, and now wet.
God he was large.
“What…” I started, my voice catching in my throat. My eyes prickled with the familiar sting. No. Not now. Please.
“Look at you.” He dragged his thumb over my throat, stopping at the hollow. He gulped, his breathing hitched. “I’m so sorry I made you wait.”
“What—”
He dropped to the ground, running his hand down my body, through my cleavage and over my belly before stopping. “Lorelei, let me make this up to you.”
He used both hands to spread my thighs, the heat of the water combining with his cinnamon scent. He smelled like whiskey. Water collected on his lashes in an unfair way, elongating them and making him even more gorgeous. My heart hammered against my ribcage, like a feather in a tornado, spinning and hitting into everything in its path.
Luca looked at me like I mattered.
“Lean against the wall, put your pressure there,” he commanded, wrapping a thigh around his shoulders. “Watch me put my tongue on you.”
I shuddered, my skin practically lava at this point from his voice, the hot water, him. I did as he asked and waited before he teased me with his tongue. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity. “Luca,” I panted. “I waited for you.”
“I know, baby.” He sucked my clit right into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine as he made an obscenely sexy sound.
My eyes about rolled into my head from how turned on I was. Breathing became a challenge. I gripped his hair, digging my fingers into his scalp just to ground myself. I forgot about the text sitting for me, the party, the fact he’d left me for two hours. I just felt the moment, him. His tongue swirling against me, his teeth gentle nibbling, and he groaned into me like this pleased him just as much.
“Keep your eyes open as you come, Lorelei.”
Jesus. His voice was so low and dirty and hot and shit. Someone was in the bathroom! Someone knocked over a can of something. My eyes widened, the water splashing into them as I tapped Luca’s face. Someone’s here, I mouthed.
“Then be quiet,” he whispered.
He then slid his hand to my cheeks, spreading them and running a finger down the crack until he got to my pussy. I slammed my head against the wall, overcome with everything. His teammate could hear us, pull that curtain back and see us like this—Luca holding me on his shoulders as he ate me out.
It made him lick faster, like he wanted me to explode with someone in the room. I squirmed, my thighs tensing, my chest heaving, when he reached up and pinched my nipple, hard.
Not yet. Wait, he mouthed.
Despite that warning, he didn’t let up. Even as the person did their business and washed their hands, Luca kept sucking me. His fingers moved inside me, thrusting and matching the pace of his tongue, and I was seconds away.
The door to the bathroom shut, and Luca released the hold on my clit. My protest died on my tongue as he sucked it again, sending me over the edge into a place I hadn’t been before. The most explosive, hot, wild orgasm I’d ever had lit me up. I flung myself against the wall, my hands knocking over everything in their way to find some part of reality to hold onto. Afraid of being heard, I held in my moan as best I could.
“You’re so fucking hot it’s hard to breathe,” Luca said, kissing up my body and taking a nipple into his mouth. “I need to suck every part of you like that. I want all your sounds. All your orgasms.”
“Luca.” I saw literal stars. My fingers were useless. My legs turned into jelly. I gasped to catch my breath, all while Luca grinned up at me with his eyes gleaming.
“You saying my name right off an orgasm might be my favorite thing.” He stood to his full height, grabbed a bottle of shampoo, and squirted some onto his hands…while still supporting my weight as I collapsed onto him.
I closed my eyes, leaning toward him like a cat near catnip. He rubbed the shampoo over my scalp, digging it into my hair. “Gnn.”
“What was that now?”
“Dead. Me.”
He chuckled and moved me so the water rinsed over me. His massaging of my scalp was heaven, and the deep timbre of his voice was my own personal siren call.
“Your brother needed me.”
That snapped me from my momentary bliss. “Is he alright?”
The only indication he heard my question was the tightening of his muscles near me. My face was so close to his bicep I felt the tension. “Luca.”
“He’s okay. Needed a friend tonight, and I didn’t have a choice. I’m sorry if you were worried.”
Of course. I’d been coming in second to Dean my entire life, and now the guy I was into did the same thing. My chest ached and my stomach hollowed. I was chosen second. I repeated the rules, hoping it’d ease the sting. We’re not in a real relationship, just hooking up. I chose this.
That means I can end it before I get hurt. I forced the hurt down, focusing on this gorgeous guy in front of me.
He kissed my temple before taking my loofa and staring at my bodywashes. “Which one smells like peaches?
“The orange one.”
He put some on the loofa and rubbed it all over my arms, neck, back, and ass. Then he did it to himself. I arched a brow.
“Every time you walk by me, I inhale your scent. Makes me feel animalistic. Like I want to bite you right here.” He nipped the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “And here.” He grazed his teeth at the base of my throat. “And definitely here.” He teased my earlobe.
“Luca,” I begged, unsure what for. It was all too much. The emotions, post-orgasm sensations, the confessions. Too many feelings happening for me. Yup.
“I told Dean I had to run upstairs for a bit, but I couldn’t let you not have another orgasm.” He tilted my chin up and smiled at me. “Or let you worry about where I was.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled. My face heated even more, but the hot water was an easy culprit. “So are you—”
He stared at me, so hopeful and happy, with his erection pressing against my stomach. He was hard and ready.
“Do you have to return?”
“Yes. But,” he said, his smile growing. “He’s sloshed so I can take my time.”
“Good.”
I needed to distract my heart by using my body. It’d help me get over being second place. I shut off the water, winking over my shoulder at Luca. “Did you get a towel?”
“Didn’t think that far ahead honestly.”
“Then we better run to my room.”
In a mix of wet limbs and slippery floors, laughter, and a chorus of oh shits followed us from the stall, down the hall, toward my bedroom where we dove headfirst under the covers.
“Fuck, I’m cold!” Luca wrapped me against him. “I need your heat!”
“Be my human blanket!” I shouted back, laughing and never feeling so alive. I shivered, our skin was wet, and my hair was out of control. But damn, I felt good.
“That’s not a strange thing to say at all,” he teased, rolling over so he was on top of me. The movement caused my phone to fall onto the floor, and he reached for it. I held out my hand, but he frowned at the screen.
“My phone, Luca.”
“You’re gonna meet with Eric?” His voice changed, went deep and angry. “He’s not worth your time, Lorelei.”
“Hey.” I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “I can’t even think about him when you’re all I see. Can we please not talk about him, not when I can feel your cock hardening against me?”
He sucked in a breath, heat returning to his gaze. “Say cock again.”
“I want to ride your cock, Luca.” I pushed up onto my elbows, my tits on full display.
Luca’s gaze zeroed in on my nipples, his mouth parting before he leaned over and sucked one in his mouth, hard. It stung, but before the pain lasted, he soothed it with a warm, wet kiss. “Your body will kill me.”
“Worse ways to go.”
He laughed, and I motioned him to sit down, his cock rigid and his legs stretched out. Reaching for the condom, I ripped it open and bent down to wet his cock with my mouth in a few strokes.
“Jesus.” He gripped the edge of the bed, his tree-trunk thighs coiling with tension. “Your goddamn lips.”
I sucked him another minute before putting the condom on and straddled him. I rarely wanted to be on top. I always felt too big, too muscular, too much for guys, but with him? I was empowered. He stared at me with lust and adoration, and I slowly slid onto his cock. “God, you feel good Luca.”
“I want to feel your muscles when you ride me. Grind hard, take me deep.”
“I like when you boss me around,” I whispered, doing as he said. He filled me so well I moaned. I felt powerful, sexy, free. He gripped my hips hard, his thumbs digging into my skin to the point I’d have bruises. The ends of his fingers were rough, calloused as he held onto me like his life depended on it. “Yes, Luca.”
“Rock your hips and lean forward. I need those tits again.”
I did as he said, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth in a wet, dirty kiss. The graze of his teeth on my sensitive flesh had me buck, and he hissed.
“Lorelei, god.”
His voice dropped an octave, the restraint he showed earlier completely gone. He slammed up into me harder, faster, more aggressively. Then our limbs were tangled in a frenzy. I rode him, my body dripping from the shower, and it made our legs slide together. He grunted, then stilled. “Flip over. I want your ass in my hands.”
He lifted me off him like I weighed nothing and set me on the bed, demanding me to roll onto my stomach. “Fuck.” Something wet touched my spine. Then whoa.
“Did you just bite my ass?”
“I had to.” He grabbed my globes, burying his face between them for a second as he licked. “You make me lose my mind, Lo. You’re so hot.”
My heart raced, and a tingle of pleasure danced down my skin, all from his words. No one in my past had ever said these things to me or acted this way, like they couldn’t get enough of me. Yes, my heart was bruised, but my body had never been so celebrated. I glanced at him from my spot on the bed, my ass in the air as he stared at it. “Do it again.”
His gaze met mine, his eyes blazing. The look on his face made me whimper.
“Gladly.”
He bit my other cheek this time, slowly, agonizingly. His fingers rested on my clit, swirling in a perfect rhythm, and once he released his teeth on me, he slid his cock back into me. “Yes, you’re so tight. Arch that back baby.”
He gripped my hair in one hand, and his other remained on my clit as he thrust over and over, each time making the air escape my lungs. I’d never felt destroyed before, but goddamn, he destroyed me for anyone else. I held onto the sheets as pressure grew, the flares of a third orgasm growing at the base of my spine.
“Oh yes, Luca.”
“Say my name when you come.”
Jesus. It didn’t take much more. I changed the angle of my hips and hell yes. “Luca, yes!”
Stars exploded around my eyes, my hands felt numb, and my legs were like fireworks. I couldn’t breathe, see, hear, do a thing as I rode out the pleasure. I was pretty sure I cried. My cheeks were wet. I even heard Luca let out a deep, sexy ass roar before he collapsed on top of me.
My face pounded with how fast my heart beat. Each breath took so much effort it sounded like I’d run up ten flights of stairs instead of just having sex. My body took a pounding and holy shit. “Luca.”
“He’s gone.”
I snorted. “Luca, hon, what did you do to me?”
“I don’t know.” He rolled onto his back, his chest moving up and down at the same pace as me. “My ears have a ringing sound. Is this normal?”
“That was—”
“Fucking phenomenal.” He pushed up onto his side and gently ran his fingers over my face, resting on my collarbone. “You’re incredible.”
“No need to compliment, we already did it.” My face heated, and I had the urge to pull the sheet up to my chest. His words made me feel exposed, bashful. Clearing my throat, I slid off the bed before his large hand stopped me. “What?”
“No.” He pulled me against him, burying his nose against my neck. “I wanted one more hit of you.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
His hair tickled my chin, and he smelled so damn good, like soap and whiskey. The reminder of his drinking dulled the mood, the silence after the post-sex glow all about my brother. Sighing, I massaged his head for a few seconds before pulling back. “You should head back before they notice you’re gone.”
“I know.” He stared at me, his dark eyes unreadable. “Dean needs me.”
“I understand.” I frowned, hating that I didn’t want him to leave. And the fact Dean had found another way to make me feel less important. The entire point of this was no feelings, just sex, yet some feels snuck in the moment. Football was Luca’s priority, which meant Dean had to come before me, but god, it sucked. If we were really together, this shit wouldn’t fly.
We’re not together.
Make it casual. Be chill.
“What are you thinking? Your face changed?” Luca asked, his voice tight.
“Oh.” Well damn. He could read me that easily? “I was wondering when our next, uh, time would be together.”
He closed his eyes, and a huge smile stretched across his face. His features transformed with a grin, and my breath caught in my throat for an entirely different reason. He was so serious and focused all the time, so what made him smile like this? Ice cream? Corny holiday movies? The first snowfall of the year? When the Bears made the playoffs? I wanted to know, damn it.
His smile lingered as his gaze moved from my eyes to my mouth, then back up. “Monday. Not sure I can go two days without this.”
I rolled my eyes and shoved him. “Go.”
He slid off the bed, his hand lingering on my ankle before he frowned. “Can I uh, borrow your sheet to run across the hall?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, Lo.” He wrapped it around his waist before looking at me again. He gripped the back of his neck, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.
What is he thinking about?
He tapped the doorway twice, his lips parting, but he didn’t say anything. He went to his room, leaving me in alone with my spiraling thoughts. One thing was glaringly clear—I had feelings for Luca, and even though I knew we’d end in heartbreak, I couldn’t stop them from growing.
