“There’s no need for secrecy here,” I call down to him. “No players or staffers live in my building.”
“I know, but I played so well today, I’ve got paparazzi hot on my tail.”
I chuckle. “Come to my front door, and I’ll congratulate you properly for sacking the Antichrist for me.”
Luca waggles his eyebrows seductively. “One sack was enough to get the booty, huh?”
“Come to my front door and find out, boy toy.” We’re both being silly. Luca knows full well one sack was more than enough for him to get laid tonight, or I wouldn’t have texted him my address along with a GIF of a geyser exploding.
“Before I come up,” Luca says, “I think we should seize this golden opportunity.”
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re always calling me Montague, and you’re presently standing on a balcony …”
I bite my lower lip. He’s such a goofball. Even though I know exactly what he’s hinting at, I tease him with, “Sorry, I’m not sure I catch your meaning, Romeo.”
He motions up to me. “I want you to say the famous thing Juliet says on the balcony. Come on, Chelsea. It’d make your secret boy toy oh-so happy and hard on this night of endless celebrations.”
How could I possibly say no to that? With a wide smile, I grip the railing and lean over it slightly while performing my appointed line theatrically. “Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?”
Luca whoops. “I’m down here, Juliet! And I’m coming up!”
I’m too charmed to tell Luca he’s misunderstood the meaning of “wherefore.” I’m not charmed enough, however, to remain quiet when I realize this maniac is assessing the façade of the building and plotting his ascent.
“No, Luca!” I shout. “Don’t do it! It’s too dangerous!”
It’s no use. He’s already sprinting toward the building at full speed.
As I shriek from anxiety, Luca leaps off the ground on one foot and pushes off the face of the building with the other, which he leverages to hurtle himself even higher—high enough to reach the bottom railing of my balcony, which he grasps with one hand. From there, as I clutch my chest and try to breathe, he somehow grips the railing with his free hand, performs aneasy, one-handed pull-up and then a ladder-climb maneuver, and,boom, just like that, Luca deftly pulls himself up and over the railing of my balcony without breaking a sweat.
“Hello, Juliet!” Luca booms upon arrival. “Your boy toy is hard and reporting for duty!”
“Sit on my face, Juliet,” Luca commands hoarsely, like he’s on the verge of coming. We’re mid-fuck during our second round of the night. I’m on top, riding him hard, and he’s underneath me, looking sweaty and enraptured. “Sit on my face or I’m gonna lose it, and I don’t want this to end.”
Breathing hard, I crawl to Luca’s face, turn myself around so I’m facing his hard dick, and slowly lower myself. Immediately, his swirling tongue and voracious lips transport me to another dimension of pleasure. Not to mention the way he’s desperately gripping my hips and guiding their movement. The sight of his chin moving underneath me between my legs makes me groan. So does the straining, glistening erection that tells me he’s as rabid for me as I am for him.
My orgasm comes quickly, and Luca groans his celebration. I slide off him, and he quickly guides me onto my knees and plunges himself inside me with a loud roar before launching into fucking me with such fervor, my eyes roll back into my head with each thrust.
I thought forbidden sex at the players’ hotel way back when was as good as it gets. But it turns out forbidden sex at my place, where we don’t have to worry about the wrong person catching us coming in or out of one of our rooms, is even better.
I’m hurtling toward another orgasm, and my noises announce as much. With a loud growl, Luca reaches around and gropes my breast with one hand while fingering my clit with the other. Soon, I’m being hurtled into another release.This one, a full-bodied seizure that makes me feel like I’m being electrocuted with pleasure.
Luca can’t hang on through my orgasm, not surprisingly. As he comes along with me, we both collapse onto the mattress in a sweaty heap. It’s par for the course for us. We’ve always been an atomic bomb. But this time, after all we’ve been through and all the renewed anticipation, sex has felt even more explosive than ever.
After catching his breath, Luca slides off me and lies next to me on the bed, and we lie on our sides nose to nose for a long, giddy moment, breathing hard and grinning at each other with flushed cheeks.
“Today is the best day of my life,” Luca whispers softly.
“It was one of my tippy-top days, too.”
“Really?”
I nod. “I felt like I was out there on the field with you.”
“You were in spirit. Just like I was there in spirit at the math competition with you.”
I crack up, surprised he’s calling back to something that now feels like a full lifetime ago.
