Page 19 of Weaponized

“Pour Some Sugar on Me” comes out of the surround-sound speakers, and I hurry to turn down the volume. Now that I’ve done this, I’m second-guessing myself. This is cheesy as fuck and she probably thinks I’m an idiot because she still hasn’t said a word. This song is too much, and I fumble with my phone in an attempt to turn it off.

But I guess she doesn’t agree because she keeps moving to the beat, sidling up to me. She reaches up to grab my phone out of my hand and tosses it on a nearby couch. She’s dancing against me, hands around my neck, and I’m a bit stiff, not knowing what to do. I’ve never danced before in my life. I’m out of my element right now. When I led her through my house, I just wanted to get her alone,find out why she is upset with me. But, now that I’ve got her here, I’ve frozen.

She steps back a touch, and puts her hands on my chest, pushes me back toward one of the room’s leather sofas. I follow her lead, backing up. When my legs touch the couch, she shoves a bit more so I fall to be seated. Then, Jesus fucking Christ, she begins to sway and pop her hips to the beat as she stands between my legs. Her hands skim down the sides of her body as she moves. My mouth has gone dry. I couldn’t process words if I wanted to. Her tits jiggle with every motion and I’m lost.

I know I should be looking her in the eyes. That would be the expected, polite thing to do. I’ve been focused on her perfect body instead, her beautiful tits, her narrow waist, and her flat, toned stomach. I force my eyes to her face and am blown away. She is fucking gorgeous. I put one of my hands on her bare waist and goose bumps immediately break out on my arm when I touch her warm, soft skin. I try to pull her closer. It’s pure instinct.

However, Gráinne takes a step back instead and considers me. I know she can tell how aroused I am because of the huge tent I’ve got going on in my pants. There’s no hiding it in these gym shorts. She swallows and then moves forward again.

I can’t help but groan out loud when she climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling mine, her face only a few inches away.

She moves her mouth to my ear and softly says, “Why didn’t you invite me here?”

And, just like that, I am totally confused again. This girl confounds me on a regular basis. “I thought you said Matteo invited you?”

“He did. But Matteo is not the one I’m interested in seeing. I didn’t know ifyouwanted me to be here.”

Is this what upset her? I can’t think straight with her on my lap. Wait. Why was she upset? What did Matteo do? The right neurons aren’t functioning. I run my hands up and down her waist because I have to keep touching her.

“I—I want you here. I want you, period.”

With this news (and I’m not exactly sure how it’s news), she gently bites then sucks my earlobe. Unfortunately, I think the whimpering sound I just heard came from me. I can only imagine how pathetic I must appear when she begins to softly kiss her way down my jaw and my body is locked up tight. My only thoughts are of fighting my lower half, trying desperately to keep my hips planted on the sofa when they really, really want to thrust upward.

When she reaches my lips, she places a slow, soft kiss, and this is where I break. I band one arm tightly around her waist and use my other hand to thread through her hair. My lips find hers and I thrust my tongue into her mouth because I want—no, Ineed—to taste her. I’ve already pulled her to me as close as possible, so I can feel those magnificent tits against me. Her hair brushes my shoulders. My senses are on overdrive.

The kiss goes on, gets deeper. My mouth is memorizing hers. She makes some noise and I pull away, needing to make sure she’s okay. She’s breathing heavy, like I am. Her blue eyes are sparkling, face flushed. She begins to run her hands over my shoulders, feeling my muscles, exploring. I carefully tuck her hair behind her ears because I want to see her face. I want to catalog every expression.

Then, she moves. She rearranges herself on my lap and presses down a little. Her pussy is now lined up perfectly with my aching cock and we both groan at the contact. My hips thrust upward, no longer listening to my brain’s direction of taking it slow.

“Mmmmm,” is her response to that. She begins kissing my neck and I can’t help but continue to thrust upward, seeking the warm, slick place I know must be waiting.

“Angel, fuck.” She’s now moving on top, hips undulating, making me absolutely crazy. I feel her warm slit moving against me. I pull her mouth back to mine. I kiss the ever-loving shit out of her because she feels so fucking good. So good.

I bet she’s wet for me. I’m fixating on that thought while reveling in the feel of her bathing-suit-covered pussy grinding against my cock. The layers between us are thin and I want to rip them away and fuck her. Fuck her hard. Fucking fuck her until we both pass out. I want her to feel me for days. Hell, I want her to feel me forever.

She pulls back from our kiss, her hips still moving slowly. “You feel…amazing.” Her whispered words make me feel like a king.

I take advantage of the slight space she just put between us to kiss the swells of her breasts, my hands still on her hips, helping her move back and forth over my cock. I have never been this hard in my entire life.

“Mmmm, Luca.”

Christ. My name on her lips said in that husky voice. I feel like I’m in a fever dream.

I’m kissing, sucking, humping, and so caught up in the way she feels and how delectable she smells that I don’t notice when she undoes the tie of her bikini top.However, I can’t miss that her perky tits are now on full display. I vaguely wonder if I’m going to have a heart attack as I pull one rosy nipple into my mouth. Pure need. Heat. Fuck. She is delicious. I can’t believe this is happening right now.

Her hands grasp on to my hair, to hold me in place, and I love the sting of the pull. Fucking love it.

“God, baby, please don’t stop,” she moans.

Stop? I couldn’t stop right now if the house burnt down around us. And, baby? Did she just call me baby? No one has ever called me a term of endearment in my entire life. I’m drawing that in, feeding on it. Getting drunk on it. I want to hear her say it again. And, again. And, again.

Our pace is getting frantic and I need to start thinking of something else before I come in my shorts. Her little whimpering noises aren’t making it easy. I let go of her nipple to focus on her sweet neck and she presses herself to me. Her breasts crush against my chest and she mewls.

“Take off your shirt,” she insists in a husky voice, as she runs her soft hands up and down my arms. I don’t often go shirtless, but I don’t even think, I just obey as I push her back a little to lift my shirt over my head.

“Luca, your body is a work of art, baby.” Her soft hands are now running over my arms, from my shoulders down to my biceps, following that same path over and over.Baby.She’s calling me baby.I will never get enough of that. Of her touch. Her breath on my face. I feel like my whole body is on fire and I never want this to end.

But then, she rubs those bare breasts against my naked chest and I’m done for.I take her mouth in a sloppy kiss. I’m so keyed up. I can feel the familiar tingling in my balls.Don’t come. Don’t fucking ruin this.

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