Luca laughed, and the door clicked shut. “I wanted to see what was taking you so long.”
“Just finishing up.”
He walked up behind me and ghosted his hands down my arms as he pressed his hips into me. “You looked incredible on stage.”
A shiver went down my spine. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up as his warm breath fanned across my skin. The heat from his body soaked into me, and I leaned back into him. “I know.”
“Every time I watch you perform, it feels like the first time.”
I smiled, thinking back. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”
Luca pushed my hands to the edge of the table, caging me in with his hard body. “I know the guy who owns this place.” I let out a shuddered breath, heat pooling in my belly as his cock hardened against my ass. He thrust, leaving little question of where his head was at. “I think now’s the part where I admit you make me crazy.”
“Uh-huh.”
“But you already know you make me crazy.” His fingers left mine and squeezed my hips. “I’d do anything for you.” He moved a hand to the small of my back and pressed down, bending me over the folding table. My tits spilled out of my corset.
“Luca.” I pleaded, not sure what I was begging for, but luckily for me, Luca did.
“I know, baby.” He smoothed up my skirt, and the room's cool air hit my bare pussy. “Damn it, Sasha.” His voice was as rough as his pants rubbing against my sensitive skin.
“Please.”
Luca groaned. His fingers dug into my flesh, squeezing my hips before cupping my pussy. I took a step out to make room for him to do whatever he wanted. That was the only way I knew how to be with him—eager.
The heel of his hand rocked into me, and my hips moved against it. Luca wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled me up, his mouth slamming down on mine as his other hand continued its rhythm against me. Two fingers slid between my folds, and I moaned, Luca’s mouth swallowing the sound as his tongue moved against mine.
I covered his hand between my legs, urging him to fill me and do anything to relieve the ache, but he didn’t. Frustrated, I squeezed my thighs together, trapping his hand.
In an instant, he twisted his hand in my hair and jerked, yanking our mouths apart and turning my limbs to jelly. My scalp burned, but as he nibbled my ear, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes.” You idiot, but I didn’t add that part.
“Play with your tits.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. Heat coursed through my body as Luca’s hand moved between my legs. I pressed my ass back into him, his hard cock a welcome pressure as I rolled my nipples and let out a whimper. Luca grunted and finally slid two fingers into me. The fullness was exquisite.
“Yes. Like that.” I panted.
“Ride my hand.” His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the command in his tone. I met each thrust of his fingers as I inched closer and closer to my release. Luca peppered my neck with open-mouth kisses until he reached my shoulder. As his thumb met my clit, he bit down, making my eyes widen, and a strangled cry left my mouth.
“Come for me.” He murmured, his tongue grazing the shell of my ear as he spoke.
Like an obedient bitch, my pussy clamped down on his fingers. My hips moved to prolong the fireworks as his thumb lazily circled my clit.
Luca’s breathing was heavy against my neck, his hips instinctively moving against my ass. I tried to turn, but he kept his hand tightly wound in my hair and his fingers in my pussy.
“Give me a second.”
I tried to nod but couldn’t move my head. “Okay.”
A knock on the door startled me, but Luca calmly called, “Be right out.”
“Okay!” Jazz’s sing-song voice made me laugh.
“Déjà vu.”