Page 8 of The Christmas Con
I sigh, trying not to cross my arms across my bare chest. “This is going to be weird.”
“Go on,” he says, urging. “Weird is good.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, I don’t really know how I like it.”
“You’re not a virgin?” His face changes, eyes narrowing as he looks over my body like he’s trying to find a never-been-touched-mark or something. “Are you?”
“Definitely not.” I cross my legs. “I just don’t know how I like it.”
He stands in a fluid movement, licking his lips. “Ah, so I need to figure it out on my own. Good thing I like a challenge.”
I feel dumb asking, but it’s polite, right? “What do you like?”
“I will like it when you’re writhing with pleasure because of me. That’s how I want it, Elizabeth.” He makes my name sound like a nasty sex position instead of my great grandma’s legacy. “Right now, though, I want to kiss you more.” Luca swallows hard, his mouth watering from the prospect of kissing me. It alone is a turn-on. He kisses with his whole body, fingers entangled in my hair and his spry chest hair tickles my nipples. I’ve reached the point of no return on my lust scale.
“God, you’re so hot,” I pant out through ragged breaths. “This, I like this.” Luca leans his forehead against mine, then drags his nose down the side of my face to my ear. Lightly, between his teeth, he grazes the lobe, on his way down to lick the spot just under my ear. I moan, and I can tell he smiles because I can see his eyes out of my peripheral vision.
“You like that, too.” He kisses me on the way to the other side of my neck. I lose my breath when he traces my collarbone with his top lip. The pleasure surging and yielding as he lingers on some spots and skips others along my torso before kneeling before me. Luca’s face is a rare delight as he grabs my ass and forces my pussy into his mouth. He laves, licks, sucks and my knees buckle before he catches me and swiftly lays me on the couch behind us. There’s no way my muscles have a chance to work correctly when faced with his practiced tongue on my clit.
My mind clears as my orgasm builds. It’s an intense rush—a fury of need as it builds. Luca growls and sucks my most tender spot. I look down and he’s lost in lust, his eyes reflect a deep hunger I’ve never seen the likes of. That look, not anything else, is what makes me explode into bliss. When the climax hits, Luca delves a finger inside me. “Yes, that’s it. That’s it. For me.” After he’s satisfied I’m finished, and I’m a puddle of jelly, he pulls me on his lap. “How was that?”
I run my hands through my hair. “The most insane orgasm I’ve ever had.” Swallowing, I try to catch my breath, while processing what sex with him is going to be like. “It’s probably an inappropriate time to tell you I understand why your job is what it is. I’d be lining up for that, too.” I close my eyes to ground myself. When I open them I find him licking his lips looking at mine.
Kissing him is the logical desire I know he craves it, so I give in, falling into his arms, my scent tingling on his lips and tongue, a reminder of what just happened and what’s to come. He bends my head back to deepen the kiss, running his fingers along my throat. “Your scent drives me wild,” he says, teeth knocking against my own. “I want to fuck you rotten, Elizabeth. Are you ready for that?”
I nod my head. He stops kissing me, holding my face to his nose to nose. “Say it.”
I’m panting with need and he wants words. Greedy bastard. “Fuck me rotten, Luca.”
His smile curls into something sinister and my insides squeeze in anticipation. He pulls me once again to straddle his lap. “Sit on my dick. Go slowly. I need you to get used to it. Your pussy is so tight it might hurt a bit. Play on it a bit.”
Play on it a bit? Who says that?No one cares who says that, Lizzy,my subconscious hisses.Get on the fucking dick!
There’s a joke here, about me not having a big ole’ cooch because I don’t fuck for a living, but I do as ordered instead. I want it inside me. Warm and filling, a goddamn pleasure rod made for my wildest dreams. When I grab it, he hisses, but he folds his hands behind his head, the picture of self-control. His lips press into a firm line as I dip my fingers into my pussy and spread that wetness over his cock.
His dick jumps in my hand as I repeat the gesture twice to coat his shaft. When it’s slick and shiny I pump my hand a few times and position myself on top of him. The head stretches me open, but I’m so wet and horny that the girth doesn’t register as anything except intense, furious pleasure. Balancing myself with my palms on his pecs, I slide down on him a bit more.There it is.The sting of stretching farther than I’ve stretched before. He sees the moment it happens, the light in devious stare turns to concern. “Easy. This is where you play. Let me help.” Luca sets his hands on my hips, and they nearly wrap all the way around my body. “Tiny bounces.” I try to do as he says, but it’s hard. “Breathe, Elizabeth.” As soon as I obey and release a pent-up breath, he lowers me a bit further. He releases my hip with one hand and wraps it around the base of his cock. He pushes it forward. “Is that hitting your G-spot? I can’t tell with my dick, just my fingers.” He smirks.
I’m aware he’s asking a question, but because the answer is a big fat yes, I can’t speak. Now I get what he’s saying about the bouncing. I move the tiniest fraction up and down, except now I’m nearly filled and his hard cock is rubbing just the right spot. “Oh, fuck,” I hiss as I repeat the movement. My eyes are closed as the sensations whack me like a baseball bat. “What the fuck. I’m going to come.”
When I open my eyes and Luca looks smug. “Go on then. Work it out.” His neck works as he swallows. “I’ll wait.”
He doesn’t have to wait long. He increases the pressure, and I continue tiny jerky movements until the waves of bliss flood my body. As soon as my core spasms around him he lets go of his dick, puts both hands on my hips and pushes me all the way down. The orgasm intensifies. Throwing my head back, I scream and pant out my release as he jerks his cock inside me. When the pressure subsides, I lean over and tuck my face into his neck. I inhale his scent and relish this moment of elation. “You’re good at that.”
He takes my head in my hands. “You have enough endorphins pumping through your body right now to power a third world country.” Luca clears his throat. “Natural painkiller,” he explains. He kisses me, biting my bottom lip a little harder than he did before. He lifts me up and hisses out a pleased groan when he drops me and lets me fall back down on him. “You’re going to need it now, because, Elizabeth? It’s my turn.” He kisses me. “You have one task right now.”
I make a noise of agreement against his mouth. “Kiss me anytime my lips are free and you can reach them.”
“Whatever you want.”
“I’m not going to be easy. You have me frenzied. It’s a state I’m never in. A place I never allow myself to go. Behind the line of control. Are you ready to handle that?”
Tonguing his neck, I trail up to his ear. “I’m ready. Do your worst, Luca.”
He pulls my face back with two hands and grins widely. His eyes are near slits right now—he’s turned-on. I imagine this is what his point of no return looks like. “I wouldn’t say that. If I do my worst, you’ll never be able to look at me again. How will that work out back in New York when I meet your family?”
Instead of getting into a conversation about my family right now, or how I would let him fuck me any day for any good reason because of how good it feels, I start sliding up and down on his cock. His grin turns into pleased laughter. Not the small gyrations, I’m full-on riding his dick, his girth stretching me, and his warmth creating the textbook friction. His smile quickly fades into intense concentration. Luca swoops me up and under him. He’s pumping in me at a slow, luxurious pace, so I wrap my legs around his lower back and let my fingers glide over his biceps and lock behind his neck.
“You had one job,” he reminds me.
