Page 65 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“I mean…how many sets of anal beads does one guy need?” he asks, pawing through everything.
“I need different texture and vibration options.”
“Oh. I’ve heard good things about this vibrator. Didn’t know it came in bubblegum pink.”
“Are we going to do this, or are you going to critique my toys? I have a treasure box in the closet that you haven’t seen yet.”
Luca immediately closes the drawer and straightens with the lube in his hand.
“Treasure box?”
“If you’re good, I’ll show you.”
His brows raise, and I laugh.
“Alright. Ford is a secret dirty bird. Duly noted. And I’m not going to forget about this treasure box of yours,” Luca says, passion and amusement flashing in his pretty dark-brown eyes.
Flipping open the cap on the bottle, he pours the silky liquid and rubs his hands together. Setting the lube aside, he leans forward and captures my mouth. As I lose myself in the kiss, he grabs his cock and mine with one hand, stroking carefully.
“Ooooh,” I whine, bucking underneath him. “I’ve never felt this good by myself,” I choke out.
“Some things, while good on their own, are better enjoyed with a partner,” he says, grinning as he—oh fuck—increases the speed and pressure of his hand.
“I won’t be able to hold off much longer.”
“Do you want this to last longer, or do you want to come now, then rest, and come again later?” he asks, beautiful in the way the light hits his eyes.
“Come now. And later. And in between.”
He grins and kisses me, thrusting his hips so I get the slide of his cock against mine and the tight grip of his hand moving up and down the sensitive skin.
I arch again, leaning into the orgasm, imitating the thrusts of Luca’s hips. He grunts, and the guttural, wrecked sound coming from his throat sends me over.
I’m a damn virtuoso with my hand and sex toys, and I have no problem bringing myself to orgasm—multiple times, even. But this? I feel iteverywhere. I’m cracked down the middle, split open by ecstasy. The cum releasing onto my belly is a relief, like a pressure valve finally giving way. And then…oh.
“Coming.”
Luca’s hot cum shoots onto my belly, and his grunting orgasm is brutal, graceless. His perfect hair falls into his face, and his Hollywood looks have given way to slack-jawed passion.
I’m so worried about my appearance that I’m surprised by how possessive I am of his messy, uncivilized look. An hour ago, I’d have run from this dangerous expression, but now…it feels like a drug I can’t get enough of.
We collapse against the bed.
“Fuck, you turn me on.”
I can’t believe I said that.
“Ditto,” he says, running his finger through the mess on my belly. Turning to me, he ignites that dangerous grin. “Do you mind if I lick you clean?”
My mouth falls open. “What?”
He holds up a hand. “I want to taste you. I want to taste what we taste like together.”
“And guys…like that?”
“Doesn’t matter if other people like it. I like it.”
I shrug. “O-okay.”
