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Reclining back, I let all the bad wash away. The only thing that exists in this world right now is the two of us. I had almost let myself forget for a while there how talented Luca really is. He plays without glancing at the strings even a single time. I can see his full lips barely moving, as if there are words, but he just chooses to let them remain hidden.
His music, which is a mixture of rock, punk, and a bit of indie, rolls over me, settling something deep inside of my soul. One song blends into the next and a part of me knows that I could sit here and listen for hours. It’s a small gesture, but he’ll never quite understand how much this is exactly what I needed.
I’m so unaware of the world around me, that by the time he stops, I don’t even notice. My eyes are still shut with my head tilted towards the ceiling. I startle when a warm pair of lips graze mine, but I open up to him without a shred of hesitation. Moaning into his mouth, I let my tongue dance with Luca’s.
I hear him setting aside his guitar, but he never breaks our kiss. Strong hands wrap around my waist, guiding me effortlessly over the tops of his thighs as he sits back against the couch. On his lap, my hips line up with his as he buries his fingers in my long hair, gently guiding it out of its braid. Gripping tightly, but not painfully, he tilts my head to the side and sits forward, latching his lips onto the soft skin of my neck.
Moaning, I tilt my chin higher, allowing him better access as he cradles my head. His tattooed arms flex in my peripheral and his wristwatch glints in the low lighting. Luca kisses a path down my neck and over my collar bone, dragging his hands over my arms and shoulders, taking the straps of my dress with them.
He peels down the top of the dress, freeing my puckered breasts before sucking one of them into his hot mouth. I squirm on his lap, feeling the hard bulge of his cock against me, making me crave more each second that we play this game. I need him inside of me.
I grip his short hair in my fingers, though it’s barely long enough for me to latch onto. Luca places delicate kisses in the space between my breasts and for a long moment, he just rests his forehead against me, as if savoring every second. “I love you, Nora,” he whispers and I go still. He won't look up, but his words shoot through me like static electricity. “I don’t ever want to lose you again…” His voice is choked and shaky with emotion.
Dragging my hands down the sides of his sharp cheekbones, I tilt his face up to mine and place a small, soft kiss against his lips and let him feel the smile on mine. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”
His eyes darken, but his face is stone-cold serious. “I’m not messing around. You can’t leave us again. Not like last time. I don’t think I’ll make it through that again… Hell, I barely made it before.”
With a thick throat, I try to form the words he needs to hear, but so many of them are getting lost on my tongue. “I was stupid and young, Luca. I’ve regretted what I did since the second my plane took off that day. You’re all I thought about for seven fucking years and I’ll never make that mistake again.”
He looks up, his lips tilting into the smallest smile. “But you love him, too, don’t you? You love them both.” He already knows the answer to that. I stare at him unsmiling, eyes flitting back and forth between his. He knows how I feel and I’ll never claim otherwise. “It’s okay, you know,” he whispers finally. “I’ve always known, and I’m not here to ask you to choose. I won't lie to you and say it’s not gonna be hard to get used to, but as long as you’re with me, I dont give a fuck if you’re with them, too.”
My eyes widen and my breath catches. “Are you saying—?”
“Of course, I am,” he scoffs. “You think I’m ever going to let you out of my sight again? You could have an army of men professing their love for you and it still wouldn't make mine go away. That’s not permission to add more men to your little harem, but these two motherfuckers are fine with me.” Reaching up, he caresses my cheek in his massive palm. “You’re it for me, Nora Blair. You’ve always been it for me. The end all.”
“What do you mean by that?” I frown down at him, not understanding.
I swear I see his cheeks flame, which completely throws me off. This big, rough-looking man with tattoos and muscles for days is as bashful as I am when it comes to this stuff. “That night—” he chokes before taking a breath to finish. “That night really fucked me up. It took years to stop seeing your face everywhere I went. I tried to sleep with other women, but after a while, I just gave up. None of them were you. I haven’t touched another woman in three years. That girl at your mom’s engagement party was just a friend of Casey’s and I used her to piss you off.”
I can barely believe what I'm hearing. I’d been raging that night as her hand caressed his thigh at the dinner table. I wanted to fling myself across the fancy food and wine and wring her skinny, little neck. But all this time, it was just a ruse to make me jealous. I wasnt sure if I should take offense to that or just bask in the knowledge that he never fucked her.
My belly flutters. “Are you serious? Luca, you could have any—”
“It doesn't matter,” he growls, pulling me in tighter and thrusting his hips up toward mine. “River told me you overheard something that made you run. I remember the morning you left… River was giving me shit because some girl on the surf team tried to tell her friends I hooked up with her. If you heard us talking shit that day, it wasn’t about you. There’s never been anyone else for me but you, and there never fucking will be. I don’t care what happened between us anymore. You’re not leaving me again.”
Without a second thought, I mash my lips to his and he drinks me in like a cold glass of water. My hips start to swivel, grinding over his hardness frantically. I need him out of these slacks before I explode. My hands fumble for his belt as I stand up and manage to get it undone. Luca’s hands snake up the skirt of my dress and he rips my panties right off. He tosses them aside before gripping my hips again and lifting me until I’m hovering over his engorged length.
Our eyes meet as I slowly lower myself onto his cock. A low, keening moan leaves my lips as he fills me up. He’s thick and long, reaching places that make we want to sing. I watch as Luca’s eyes roll back in his head and it’s one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever witnessed. His head falls back on the couch as I begin to move. Up and down, I slowly grind on his cock, growing wetter by the second. My hips swivel instinctively, not too rough or fast, but just the right pace to make him pant and grip my skin like a vise.
His fingers clamp around my waist as he uses his muscled arms to lift and lower me. He’s using my body to fuck himself and it simultaneously feels like I’m both in control and under his. He doesn’t even try to mask his moans, they fill the room and mix with mine as our skin slaps together.
With nimble fingers, I take my time unbuttoning his dress shirt, but I never make a move to peel it all the way off his body. There’s just something incredibly hot about fucking a man while he still wears his clothes—never mind a suit. Getting an idea, I smirk to myself before placing a hand on his chest and leaning away. As I lift myself off of his lap, he goes to protest, but stops when I turn my body around and lower myself back down on his lap—facing the other direction.
“Holy shit—” he mutters, but I’m already moving.
This time, I go faster, needing him to lose his fucking mind with pleasure. My knees are up and braced on either side of him. I’m endlessly thankful that this couch is massive. Slamming myself up and down, Luca meets me thrust for thrust and every time his cock hits me deep, a shuddering, grunting moan leaves my lips.
“Just like that, baby,” he grunts through clenched teeth. “Fuck, just like that…”
He reaches around to the front of me and cups my pussy, the heel of his palm pressing on my clit. I gasp and he moves his hand further down, swirling fingers in tight circles until my knees shake, threatening to make me collapse. I can see myself in the reflection of the recording room glass. His cock looks delicious slamming in and out of me as I balance in his lap.
My eyes are rolling back as he hits me deeper and deeper.
“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m—” he grunts as I feel his cock thickens inside of me. I grind harder, rubbing my clit against his shaft every time—screaming as my orgasm crashes over me in hot waves. Something inside of me gives way and soon, I realize I've covered both of us in clear liquid as I squirt. “Fuuuck!” he growls before going utterly still. His arms clutch me to his chest and I can feel his hot breaths against my bare back as he pulses inside of me, coming hard.
My dress is still pooled around my waist, but the cool air of the studio brushes against my exposed, sweat-covered breasts in a pleasant way. I still feel him pulsing inside of me still, reveling in the feel of his release. Suddenly, his hands are moving lower, drifting over my flat stomach until his thick fingers find my center. Just as I go to tell him I can’t take any more, he rubs me just the right way and the keening squeal that leaves my lips only spurs him on.
He plays me like he played his guitar strings, coaxing every ounce of pleasure he possibly can from my body. In no time, another orgasm crashes over me, so intense that I feel like I might actually pass out.
