L'amore: The Luminara Series (28 page)

I clench my jaw around him, devouring and derailing him into an uncontrollable bliss, taking him further back to my throat. I wiggle my ass, shifting side to side and firming my knees into the mat. Circling my head, I glide him like a gear stick with a powerful drive causing him to expand in my mouth while I hollow my cheeks sucking him hard.

“Baby, so good. Let me fuck your tits.”

I pull back, sitting upright, and he grabs his girth, banging and jamming between my heavy breasts, my cleavage suffocating his cock. Groaning with enjoyment, he thrusts back and forth, throwing his head backwards and pushing his hips forward. He clenches his teeth.

I manoeuvre with him, lifting and pushing forward. I place my hands on the side of my breasts and squeeze them together, encasing his cock completely with my ample cups.

“Jesus … fuck … Lexi …”

He fires me against the mirror, my back slamming against the cold sheen, then I feel the warmth of his ejaculated cream sliding between my breasts and over my sternum. Once he stills, I bend down and lick the engorged head of his cock, swallowing back his salty release. My heart racing, stomach fluttering, my sex is throbbing and pulsing with want. I need him so badly.

He slides down, kneeling in front of me and taking my mouth, biting ravenously at my bottom lip. “That was fucking amazing.” His cheeks are flushed, and I find the pink tinge against his dark skin sexy as hell.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I say before kissing his lips zealously.

“Baby, you ready for your workout?” he asks, pinching my budded nipples.

“Will I burn lots of calories?” I playfully ask, squirming under his touch.

“You will burn more than that. You are going need to get your blood sugar level up when I am finished with you,” he says before biting my neck. I rub my clit against him with my ass pressed to the mirror.

He links his thumb under the strap of my thong and yanks hard, tearing it away from my hips. I jerk with the friction, and the lace fabric falls to the mat.

“Turn around, face the mirror. I want you to watch,” he says.

Erotic.

Eagerly, I turn around, still on my knees with Lucca on his knees pressed behind me. My body is sticky with his sperm smeared on me, which only adds to my sexed up tension and vibrating sensitivity in my core.

“Open your eyes,” he orders.

I do and glance at my naked body, aroused and begging to be touched again, his massive broad shoulders and bronzed brawny muscles of his chest behind me. I’m so turned on by the sight of myself, the sight of him, and imagining what he’s about to do to me.

“Do you see what I see?” He grabs both my breasts, kneading and teasing my peaked nipples in his hands as he smears his sperm over them. I lean my head to the side and rest on his shoulder, arching my back and moaning with long, drawn out sexual gratification while I watch him caress my breasts.

“Yes, touch me, Lucca, please,” I beg, running my tongue under my top lip, pushing my ass against his cock.

“I will, but I want you to touch yourself first.”

Sweet Jesus. I was not expecting that.

Oh my God. This is very dirty and completely out of my comfort zone. I want to please him and I need him desperately, so finding an inner courage, I try to forget my inhibitions. Placing my hand on my stomach, I pause. I stare at Lucca’s eyes in the mirror, waiting for reassurance, guidance of some sort.

“Lexi, I promise you will like watching yourself, and it is such a fucking turn on for me. I want you to know how I feel about you. Imagine it is me touching you.” His teases me by brushing his thumb across my navel.

I look at my big, chocolate-brown eyes, my perky nipples, large, sticky breasts, and flat stomach down to my mound. I wrap my hand around my back to grip his semi-erect cock, then with my other, I trail my hand down, barely touching myself.

“Touch … for me,” he rasps.

I slide my hand, cupping my sex, then move my fingers around, sliding over my wet cleft and stimulate my clitoris, all while watching myself in the mirror and stroking Lucca at the same time. I can’t believe this siren has taken over my body. I think I like her.

He’s right. I’m helplessly turned on.

“That is it, baby. Imagine it is my tongue sucking that sweet fucking pussy.”

I feel dirty, but I’m so stimulated that I want to do this and his dirty words are adding to my arousal. I find it insanely erotic.

“Sexy as fuck … Jesus, keep going, baby, you are hot. I am trying so hard to refrain from touching you right now because I want you to experience this. It is doing crazy fucking things to me, baby, watching you,” he says, towering over my shoulders.

I feel as if I’m starring in a pornographic movie—sexed up and horny as hell.

“Fuck your fingers,” he demands.

I stroke, rub, then push my fingers inside my reverberating entrance, causing Lucca to gasp at the vision. I hunch forward, then draw myself back, exhaling seductive, quiet whimpers. With my fingers encased in the heat of pulsing muscles, I torture myself with the same technique Lucca would use, albeit it’s not as deep, then fall forward, freeing my grip from his cock.

“Lucca, I want you. Please, touch me,” I plead.

He pulls my shoulders back towards his chest and trails his hands from my breasts down towards my begging sex, then pulls my wrist. He lifts my hands and sucks my fingers, licking my juices.

Oh my God.

I’m nearly combusting with the sight of his suggestive gesture. I can’t wait. I grab his hand and place it between my legs, then move my knees further spreading them wider.

With his expertise, he has a couple of fingers in me with his thumb strumming my clit. I toss my head back but keep my eyes open and watch as I chew the inside of my cheek. I smash towards the heel of his hand, and it’s only seconds before I cry out and buckle in spasms under his magnificent caress.

I push forward and back, banging my ass against his hard erection. Teasing my breasts and puckered nipples, I thrash with erogenous pleasure, crying out his name. I continue to quake in tremors when he removes his fingers, sliding my arousal over my sleek folds.

He sits back on his ass, adjusting his legs so that they are at either side of me, his legs bent and feet touching the mirror. He lifts me up. “That was unreal. Sit back on me and stretch your legs to the front,” he demands. “I want you to watch your sweet pussy when I fuck you. I want you to see when your sexy pussy becomes swollen and milks me.”

Holy shit.

My feet touch the mirror, my legs widely parted, and I get a full view of my throbbing, pink sex. He picks me up and slams me down onto his huge hard-on, filling me to my core. He leans back on his elbows, straining his hips up and pulling me up and down on him. It’s a similar position to the make-up sex in the bath, except I can see his cock ramming into me, his sack tightening. We’re exposed, and it’s raunchy as hell. I press my feet on the mirror for support then slide back up and down, thrusting, grinding, and compounding his rock solid cock in the heat of my sex.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

I need more.

I can’t take more.

Intense.

Erotic.

Inconceivable.

“Baby, watch me ride you, feel me pump you. Fuck, I need to pound you senseless … tell me what you see.” He groans. “You are my eyes, baby, tell me,” he demands between grunts and breathless gnarls. After pleasuring myself in front of him, telling him what I see doesn’t faze me. I’m excited to say the words because I know what it’s doing to him, what it’s doing to me.

“Your cock, hard and big, slamming into me. It’s enraged!” I bawl when another forceful pound shafts me.

“What does your pussy look like?”

“It’s swollen, pink, pulsing … I’m so nearly there. Fuck, holy shit!” The sounds of these words coming out of my mouth is enough to send me into a splintering orgasm. It’s seconds until I scream and scream as I detonate into an astonishing, heady explosion.

He roars deep in his throat, stiffening, powerfully firing up into me and filling me with his release. Blazing wet heat in my sheath, he sprays my insides then collapses. My back smashes against his chest.

Spent.

Impassioned.

Sensitive.

Blissful.

“Doc, are you okay?”

“Mmmm,” I mumble.

“Christ, Lexi, that was unbelievable. I love you.” His arms wrap around me, hugging me tightly across my chest as we get our breath back to a steady rhythm. He kisses the side of my head over and over. “I will need to send you away for lunch more often if that is how horny you come back to me.”

My new confidence today maybe stems from Lucca helping me earlier when I fretted about my phone call with my mum, the wine at lunch, or running into a face I’d rather forget at the doctor’s. It’s perhaps all three and I feel very satisfied I experienced this with Lucca today.

I feel cherished.

“Uh huh,” I softly whisper. He kisses my temple, and my eyes close in my post-coital glow. I’m worried I’ll spin in a daze when my eyes finally open.

Once he’s upright and has peeled his sweaty back from the soft mat, he brings me into the showers outside the pool area and washes our lovemaking fluids away. He grabs fresh towels and carries me past the pool into the sauna.

Sitting with his back to the wooden wall on the bench, he pulls me into his chest, placing a towel underneath me and wrapping me with his thick, muscular arms. I inhale the hot, dry heat through my nostrils at first, then realise it’s burning me, so I open my mouth. I’m languid and limp as I relax against Lucca’s body.

“That was amazing, Lucca. I’m so exhausted, but in a nice way.” I trail my fingers gently over his hands and arms.

He kisses my head. “I was worried, you were so quiet.”

“I loved it. My body is still trembling.” I sigh with contentment.

“Good, I fucking loved it too. It just keeps getting better, baby. I wanted you to see just how sexy and hot you are. Jesus, that image will stay with me forever. We will definitely be having more mirror sex.” He caresses his thumbs along my arms and chest.

Mirror sex.

My new favourite.

“So can we chat now?” I ask, because I got what I wanted and I’m ready to talk. This seems to be a common theme, after sex we open up to each other, or sometimes even before sex depending on our mood.

“Of course. Tell me what is on your mind.” He sits upright, lifting me further up his against his chest.

“I met with Lucy and discovered she had a relationship with Cameron, and she’s really hurt now. I feel awful.” Normally these type of chats I keep for my DBB talks with my darlin’s but I trust Lucca and feel comfortable talking about my feelings regarding my close relationships, and he always give me level-headed advice.

“I am so sorry, baby, that Cameron is causing you stress, and I hate that this situation is making you upset. I called Anna today to ask her if she thought about what I said the other night. She feels awful about upsetting you and wants to make this easier on all of us. She is falling for Cameron, Doc, and I cannot change her mind it appears. Anna confirmed what you said, about Cameron and Rachel having an open relationship. I just hope they know what they are doing, because I hate to think of Cameron treating my baby sister like that.” With his arm around my chest, he strokes light caresses over my shoulder and chest.

“I just don’t want either of them to get hurt or this to get out of hand, and I agree, they better know what they are doing.” I press my lips together in a firm line.

“Anna said he is finishing with Rachel for good because he and Anna are serious about one another. If that is true, and he promises to treat Anna well and stay committed to her, then what can we do? Anna also asked me for permission if Cameron can come as her partner this weekend, but she is worried about what Savio and Armando will make of it, so she is nervous. I was not sure what you would think, and I wanted to ask you first.” He presses his nose to the back of my hair and places a soft kiss on my head. I sigh and chew the inside of my cheek because as much as I try and deny this, it is actually happening. They want to be together and no matter what Lucca, I, or anyone else says, it’s inevitably going to happen.

“At least she had the decency to ask. Both of them will be here regardless; they may as well come together. Your brothers are going to find out about them soon enough. I just hope he does not screw this up.” I shift a little starting to feel the heat of the sauna now. “I do want to talk to him again about this,” I add, peeling my wet hair away from my moist skin.

“Yes, if it puts your mind at ease, you should. When I called Cameron to tell him about your misunderstanding with your mum, I had a thorough talk with him. I am sorry, Lexi, I might have come off a bit sharp giving him a grilling, but I want him to know that I have Anna’s interests at heart and that he better do the right thing by her and treat her with respect. He would do the exact same thing if it were you, I am sure.”

“Yeah, he would.” I know Cameron would do the same. When Dominic told him about Lucca and me, he made it his priority to get one of his internal investigator friends to find out everything he could about Lucca.

“Please do not think that is a reflection on how I feel about Cameron. He is a great guy, and I would rather see her with him than someone else if he treats her well. But as her brother, I need to look out for her, that means being protective.”

Dipping my head sideways, I look up at him and smile. I don’t feel offended, I feel relieved that he’s protecting Anna. I would expect this from him, and given how I feel about the situation, it relieves me he’s now taking it very seriously.

“Lucy will get over it. She is young and attractive, and she will meet someone else. They must have known what they were doing and it could not have been that big a deal or you would have known about it by now,” he adds, sounding very level-headed.

“Hmmm,” I muster. I know he’s right, but I can’t help feel a pang to my heart for Lucy. I know men don’t tend to get the same level of emotions we do over friendships. I know this because although Cameron has close friends, he would never be as deep and sensitive as me.