All I Believe (Firsts and Forever, #10)(19)
“Or breakfast. I’m not driving home like this, and Nana’s letting me stay in the suite tonight,” she said before tipping back the rest of what looked like a Cosmo.
“Have fun,” Jessie said cheerfully. “We won’t wait up.”
It was pretty embarrassing that absolutely everyone knew I was going off to get laid, including a few random people in the bar. I didn’t dwell on it, though. I was too busy worrying about the night ahead.
I absently chewed on a nail as I got on the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. I’d slept with exactly one man in my life. I’d had a couple boyfriends before Erik, but we never took it farther than oral. And in the years Erik and I were together, we were monogamous. Well, I was. I sighed at that as the elevator doors slid open.
Instead of going straight to Luca’s suite, I stopped off in mine first. I couldn’t stand the leather pants and accompanying super attractive ball sweat anymore. I stripped myself and took a two-minute shower, then dressed quickly in a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a sexy pair of underwear (which suddenly had a purpose). Instead of grabbing a fistful of rubbers from the huge box on the shelf in the living room, I found my backpack, located the modest packet of six I’d bought for vacation and crammed them in the pocket of my tight shorts. The word ‘Trojan’ was clearly legible through the light fabric. Awesome.
I pocketed my room key and left the suite barefoot, since my only other option were those high-heeled boots and I was not going to pair them with shorts. Luca’s suite was diagonally across the hotel from mine. I read the little oval plackets with the suite names as I went along. They were all sea-themed. The hotel name translated to Hotel Seashell, which somehow sounded better in Italian.
When I got to Corallo, I stood outside the door for a couple minutes, deep-breathing and trying to calm my nerves. “You can do this,” I told myself. “He doesn’t have to know he’s only the second guy you’ve ever been with. I mean, how lame does that sound at twenty-six? Just let him take charge, which he’s probably going to do anyway.”
Eventually, I psyched myself up enough to actually knock, and when Luca answered I launched myself at him. I didn’t want to give myself a chance to panic and run, so instead, I dove in completely. Luca lifted me off my feet when I landed in his arms and pressed me against the wall beside the front door as he kissed me passionately. I wrapped my legs around him as lust shot through me, pushing out shyness and worry and self-doubt.
Luca began fumbling with my clothes, and I returned my feet to the floor and raised my arms as he pulled my t-shirt over my head and began kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulder. My shorts were next, and Luca let out something close to a growl when he got a look at the little yellow pseudo-jockstrap I was wearing. He grabbed my bare ass and pulled me against him, rubbing his hard cock against mine through his clothes. He’d changed too, into a black t-shirt and shorts, and I popped the button and slid down his zipper before plunging my hand into his briefs and grabbing his thick erection.
His mouth found mine again as I pushed down his shorts and briefs and he stepped out of them. Luca pulled my underwear beneath my balls, grabbed his cock and mine in his big fist and began stroking both of us. I stared in awe at the incredibly erotic sight of his big, thick cock pressed to mine, its tip glistening with precum, and moaned as sensation overwhelmed me.
As he stroked us, I ran my hands over his broad, lightly hairy chest and caressed his hard little nipples. Luca grabbed my hand and towed me across his spacious suite. I assumed we were heading for the bed, but he bypassed it and pulled me into the bathroom where he grabbed his black leather toiletry case, dumped the contents into one of the twin sinks, and rifled through the contents. After a moment, he unearthed a small bottle of lube and an unopened ten-pack of condoms and tossed them on the floor.
I didn’t understand why he did that until he pulled my underwear off, bent me over the counter, and dropped to his knees. A startled little sound escaped me when he spread my ass with both hands and stuck his face between my cheeks. He lapped at my hole before pushing his tongue inside me, and I moaned and reached for my hard, leaking cock as I rested the side of my head against the cool marble counter.
I’d never been rimmed before. Normally, I would have been embarrassed by how incredibly intimate it was, but right then, I was way too turned on to care. I jerked myself off as his mouth and lips and tongue explored me, his razor stubble rough on my ass, adding to the sensation. When he worked a lubed finger into my hole and began massaging my prostate, my moans grew louder and I began rocking back and forth a little.
After fingering me for a while, he rolled on a condom and slicked it with lube, then pushed into me. I exhaled slowly as I relaxed and let him in. I then propped myself up on my elbows and watched Luca in the big mirror in front of us as he seated himself in me fully.
Once he was in me to his balls, he locked eyes with me in the mirror as he began to move in me. He slid almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in, stopping when his hips rested against my ass. He did that again and again, driving me absolutely wild as he dragged the head of his cock back and forth over my prostate and made me shake with pleasure. I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder, then arched my back and widened my stance a bit, trying to give him more of me.
The slow pace was maddening and erotic at the same time. He was obviously doing it on purpose. When I met his gaze again, he grinned and winked at me.