The loaded question startles me. It has my nerves on edge. “No. It was just mutual attraction. The ones that led to me being fired were Norwegian, so location ruled out anything more.”
Luca sips from his glass. “No time for boyfriends at Stein Hotel?”
Lightning forks through my veins, those nerves feeling the pressure. I force a swallow, not wishing to get into my sexual preferences so early on in whatever dynamic this is. “Not really.” I turn the tables. “What about you? Are there scores of broken hearts left in your wake?”
Luca shrugs, discomfort evident. “Some. Women seem to want an awful lot, and I’m not sure I’m capable of meeting every wish and whim.”
That sounds like a warning. If I was a possessive kinda gal, I would hear theDon’t get your hopes upspeech. “We are fucking hard work,” I admit, which makes him look at me encouragingly.
“Guys are too,” he reminds me. Placates me. Because it’s not only women, and not just men who can be hard to please in a relationship. It’s about finding something, a compromise, that works for you both. “Reuben and Brecken are good guys,” he adds, leaving me confused.
“Like you?” I enquire, wondering how he views himself.
“Do you think so?”
Slowly, I nod. “No complaints so far,” I tease. I don’t want to be like those women he mentioned who want too much from him. Who are too hard to please.
Neither of us asks about what’s happening between us. About what comes next. I’ve known him for a little over twenty-four hours. Our beginning has been fast, but there’s no hurry to label this. That’s not how I roll. And intriguingly, I get the impression Luca has a negative opinion of a typical relationship. He’s a total catch, so what keeps him single?
And then of course there are his words from earlier:You’ll like her. I hope she’ll like you too.
Color me very, very intrigued.
On Monday morning,I stop by Betsy’s apartment, bringing some divine cakes from a local cake shop. She’s climbing up the walls with frustration and is eager to hear all about my VIPs. I could only divulge so much, reminding her that two of them arrive today. And with that thought rattling in my head, I rushed to work, punched in, and brought breakfast to Luca.
Thankfully, it’s not weird between us. When he’s away from his work he’s communicative and involved. And now that he’s broken the banks of my long dry spell, I lead him to the couch and shove him to the seat, kneeling between his parted thighs.
“This is how the VIP managers should greet their guests in the morning,” he rumbles, hands threading through my long hair.
As soon as I’m through the front door now I pull out the ponytail holder, knowing Luca loves to pet me. Desperate for him, I tear open the fastenings of his jeans and pull him out.
“You want me down your throat bad.”
“I do,” I agree shamelessly. Not that Luca spoke with anything but admiration. With pure, male sexual pride. “Take off your shirt,” I instruct relishing the strain and flex of his body as he strips it off and tosses it to the side.
His cock is a long, thick pipe, his satin-soft skin clean smelling, an inevitable hint of musk inflaming my blood. I lick him from root to tip, along that prominent, bulging vein on the underside.
He tastes so good, a low, depraved moan rumbles from me.
“Such a hungry mouth,” Luca murmurs, paying close attention to every move I make.
Pre-cum oozes from his slit, so I swirl my tongue over the crown and lick it all up before eating his dick, sucking him like a blocked straw as my hand runs over his lightly stacked abdominals. My other hand grips him firmly at the base as I jack him off.
His hands are everywhere: twisted in my hair; running along my neck and jaw; grazing a cheek. When he thumbs my nipples through my top, I mumble incoherently around his dick, the vibrations making him even harder. It’s not long before he’s cursing, warning me, his hands a constant pressure on my head as I bring him close.
“Take more. Go deeper.”
He rocks his hips up and forward, his dick hitting the back of my throat. It makes me gag, saliva coating my throat, but I don’t have time to protest before he pushes in again.
“Relax your throat. I know you want every inch of me in here too.”
Taking shallow breaths through my nose, he forces his waydeeper. His cock is a fat obstruction as he glides it in and out, my throat fluttering, the shape of it working him the way he needs it.
“Yes,” he rasps, his chest expanding, his eyes like molten lava as I look up at him. “You look fucking beautiful wrapped around me.”
His hands continue to imprison my head as he thrusts inside. Seconds later, his breathing turns harsh. I feel him twitch, his cock swelling before he pumps his release down my throat.
“Fuck,” he groans, his thighs tensed and his abs tight. Needing to breathe, I pull back, gasping raggedly. But I don’t get far. Light pressure from his hands hold me steady as he continues to jerk in my mouth.