All I Believe (Firsts and Forever, #10)(39)
I was aching to feel him inside me. I bent over a big tree stump and spread my legs, displaying myself brazenly. As I watched him over my shoulder, Luca pulled a bright yellow condom from his pocket with a cartoon cock on the label. A couple condoms had survived the flaming drink incident by landing on the rolling cart, and apparently he’d thought to hang on to one. We both chuckled when we saw it glowed in the dark. He located a little packet of lube in his wallet and used both items quickly, though it felt like ages as my need all but consumed me.
Finally, he grasped my hips and mounted me with one hard push, only stopping when his hips rested against my ass. I actually breathed a sigh of relief. I fought back a moan as he pulled almost all the way out, then drove himself into me again. He did that a couple more times, pulling back, then impaling me deeply, driving me wild as the thick head of his cock pushed past my prostate again and again. “Oh f*ck Nicky, you feel so good,” he murmured.
When Luca grasped my hips and began f*cking me hard and fast, I cried out with pleasure. I couldn’t help it. I pushed back to meet each thrust, slamming myself onto him. He began taking me harder and harder until he was absolutely pounding me, my body swaying from the force of his thrusts. It was wild and dizzying and so completely, utterly, absolutely perfect. It was exactly what I needed.
I braced myself against the stump and jerked off while he f*cked me, and shot onto the ground a minute before he came, gasping for breath as my orgasm overwhelmed me. Luca pushed himself deep into me, moaning and thrusting hard enough to raise me up onto my toes. He kept thrusting as his body shook and his arms went around me, clutching me against him, until finally he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. When I could speak again I said, “So. Public sex. Kind of a thing with you, huh?”
Luca chuckled at that. “It’s not at all, but you’re so irresistible that I keep finding myself unwilling to wait until we get to a bed.”
He eased himself from me carefully and peeled off the condom, then tied it off and tucked it in a pocket for later disposal. While he did that, I got dressed and sat on the stump. As Luca put himself back together, he said lightly, “Thanks for risking arrest for public indecency with me.”
“Totally worth it.”
He sat beside me with his arm around my shoulders and we enjoyed the view for a while. Once we’d rested a bit, we resumed our walk. Luca held my hand and carried my painting again as he entertained me with stories about some recent scandals that had rocked the art world, including an eight-story public sculpture in Paris that looked exactly like a giant butt plug. The forty minute walk passed quickly, and when we reached the hotel he turned to me and said, “Please spend the night with me tonight.” I readily agreed.
When we reached his suite, I unwrapped the painting and propped it up carefully on the mantel in the bedroom, so we could both enjoy it. We stripped down to our briefs and curled up under the covers, and as Luca held me, I whispered, “I was so lonely for such a long time. Right now, I can’t even remember what that feels like.”
He kissed my forehead and held me a little tighter as he said softly, “Me too.”
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Luca and I lingered over breakfast before he had to go check on his grandfather’s remodeling project. When we finally got up from the table, he gathered me in his arms. “I’ll see you in a few hours,” he told me, and kissed my forehead. He made no move to let go of me.
I hugged him and said, “Looking forward to it.” I didn’t let go of him, either.
“What are you going to do today?” he asked as he stroked my hair.
“Whatever Nana and Jessie want to do. I assume they have all sorts of plans in the works for the singles mixer tonight, so I’ll probably be helping out with that.”
“I’ll help too, when I get back.”
“Thanks.” I brushed my lips to his, and we kissed for a long time before I made myself let go of him.
“I’ll walk you to your suite,” he said. I picked up my painting and took his hand and we walked slowly down the hallway. When we reached my door, we kissed for a few more minutes, and then he sighed and rested his forehead against mine. “I hate saying goodbye to you.”
“It’s not goodbye, it’s ‘see you in a few hours.’ I feel the same, though.”
“Can we leave first thing tomorrow for our weekend away? I’m dying for an uninterrupted block of time with you,” he said.
“Sure. I can’t wait.”
He kissed me again, then took a step back and touched my cheek. “Have I told you lately that you’re absolutely beautiful, Nicky?”
I grinned and said, “I’d be more likely to believe you if I wasn’t all rumpled and unshaven.” I made an effort to smooth down my rampant case of bed head with my palms.
Luca said, “The tousled look suits you,” before kissing me one last time and heading toward the elevators. He looked back and waved goodbye before he rounded the corner. I was right where he’d left me, watching him go.
When I stepped into the suite, I found that Nana had company. Lots of it. She and her sister had apparently made up. They were sipping coffee and eating pastries in the living room, along with several of Nana’s cousins. I called good morning as I waded through the sea of little old ladies and fielded questions thrown at me in Italian, including, ‘Are you just getting in?’ (Yes). and, ‘Who did you spend the night with?’ (A friend).