I want to say no. I know I should. But I can’t. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, despite the heat coursing through me. My nipples are pebbled peaks, and my pussy throbs. Wetness runs down the inside of my thighs, and I need to come more than I need to breathe.
I drop my towel and climb onto the bed, spreading my legs and dropping my hand to my soaked pussy. I dip two fingers inside and let out a desperate whimper. It’s not enough. My own hands are only making me more frustrated. Luca stares at my bare body. His cock is hard inside his boxers, but he doesn’t move a muscle other than to clench his fists and grind his jaw. What the hell is he waiting for?
“Please? Let me help.”
Oh.Oh. He needs me to say it. I stare into his eyes, his wolf flashing in them, along with something else. Pain? His corded muscles and the tight way he carries himself. It looks like holding himself back from touching me is physically hurting him. Which makes sense. The need to pleasure his female in heat would be nearly as bad as my own. He wants me. Needs me.
And that makes this less embarrassing. Like I’m not the only one suffering.
“Are you begging for me, Luca?” I rasp. I would smirk at him if I weren’t practically on fire with need.
“Damn right, I am.”
“This is a one-off. Agreed?”
He licks his lips, and I groan, dropping my hand to my pussy again because I can’t stop myself. Moving closer to the bed. He nods once.
“Don’t just stand there,” I grit out. “Make me come.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he lunges at me. He pushes my legs wider apart, breathing deeply as his mouth hovers in front of my pussy. Why the fuck isn’t he touching me? Why am I not already coming on his face?
“You said consent matters. So tell me what’s allowed? Can I touch your pussy?”
“Luca, if you don’t touch my pussy, I might rip your fucking throat out,” I grit out, pushing my hips up to connect to his mouth, but he grips my thighs and pushes me back into the bed. I whimper. Fucking whimper. “Luca!”
“Can I touch your tits?”
“Yes!” I screech. “You can touch me wherever you want. As long as you make me come. Now, Luca!”
He surges forward, and his mouth finds my pussy, his tongue darting inside me before moving upwards and flicking at my clit. He moans and mutters words I didn’t know I needed to hear. About how good I taste, how nothing and no one can compare tomy perfect pussy. It’s only a matter of minutes—maybe only seconds—before he has my body going stiff and an orgasm erupting from me.
My hand finds the back of his head, and I grind against him, riding the waves of the best orgasm I’ve ever had. His body jerks, and he calls out a muffled “fuuuuck.”
Wait, did he just? But I don’t have time to think because he is sucking my clit and pushing two of his large fingers inside me. Building me towards another release again. He hooks his fingers, finding that perfect spot inside me that has me seeing fireworks. And as much as I hate myself for it, I can’t help screaming his name when I come again.
And he keeps going, licking and sucking and grazing his teeth. The heat has died down, and I don’t need him to keep going. But I also don’t want him to stop. Does that make me awful? I should tell him he doesn’t have to keep going.
But I don’t.
I let him work my body like an instrument. His hands, his mouth, his tongue, are a symphony of pleasure. Luca builds me towards the precipice before pulling back. My eyes—that had rolled back in my head—snap towards him.
“Why did you stop?”
“You got one orgasm to take the edge off, and another because that pussy just tastes so damn good. But you’re going to earn the next one, Princess. And you don’t get to come again unless it’s all over my cock.”
I swallow and gaze up at him. I should stop this. The heat has died down to a manageable warmth, but my pussy clenches, and I want more. So much more. If this is the only time we are going to do this, shouldn’t we make the most of it?
“I shouldn’t be able to get pregnant with the heat suppressant, but… I really don’t want to take the risk.”
Luca peels off his soaked boxers and lies on the bed beside me. His hand weaves through my hair, and he pulls me towards him for a bruising kiss. My taste is on his tongue, and it makes me hungry for his. He doesn’t release me until I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
“Maybe you should lick me clean before I bury my cock in your tight princess pussy.”
Fuck. Why do I want that so much? My pussy gushes and Luca lets out a growl, his nostrils flaring at the scent of my arousal. “You love the sound of that, don’t you?” His voice is a dark taunt that makes my spine tingle.
My mouth falls open, and his grip on my hair moves my head towards his hard cock. The salty scent of his musk has my mouth watering, but I want to see how far he’ll push it. Push me. He’s been overprotective of me my whole life. I want to strip him of it.
“Doesn’t sound like very princessy behavior for me to lick your cum off your cock.”
