21. Kylie

Chapter twenty-one

Kylie

I believe if I had gotten any other sugar daddy, my answer would be no. I'd never be ready. But this is Luca. The man who captivated me the moment I laid eyes on him. Long before I even knew he was a possibility.

"I'm ready." And to prove it, I initiate the next move by reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, never taking my eyes off his. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes grow darker as he watches my movements and I could swear he stops breathing.

My excitement grows as I watch him watching me. My nipples are hard and ready for him, and his eyes scorch a trail over my breasts as I pull off my bra and toss it to the side. When he doesn't act right away, I'm about to demand he touch me. To put me out of my misery, but then he dives forward and wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks.

The feeling is pure heaven.

With one hand on my hip, Luca's other hand skates up my back to tangle into my hair and tugs my head back, making me push my chest up higher for his convenience. As he laps at my nipple, it feels like lightning striking down my body, straight to my core.

"Please."

"Beg all you want, Angel. It won't do you any good. I'm taking my time with you." His voice is rough, giving away his own need. But he proves true to his word as he moves to my other nipple, taking his time exploring and tasting. The one he abandoned, wet from his attention, grows more taut as cold air hits.

My need grows with every swirl of his tongue and I squirm in his lap, tugging at his head. I want to push him closer and pull him away simultaneously. The feel of his cock beneath me has me rubbing myself on him as if I were a cat in heat.

He growls, which sends a vibration through my breast, creating a feeling I can't describe, right before he rips his mouth away. And then my world gets turned upside down as he swings me around until we're lying on the bed. He's on top of me where he's buried his head in my neck while his arms band around me tightly. I can feel him trying to gain back control, but it's the last thing I want.

I shift so that he's firmly settled between my legs. And maybe I shouldn't poke the bear, but I can't seem to help myself. "Is that it?"

Another growl into my neck, before he pulls back to give me a mock glare. "Woman."

I giggle but then quickly groan as he pushes his hips down, grinding his cock right where I want him. Sliding my hands down to his ass, I squeeze and pull him closer. "Can you savor me later? Right now, I just want you inside of me." My request comes out more like a whine, but damn, this ache is intense. I desperately want to feel him.

"Fuck it." He jumps up and yanks off my panties. His eyes zero in on the juncture of my thighs, standing still as if in a trance. "I've never felt so conflicted in my life. I want to spread you wide and eat you until you beg me to end it, but my dick is begging me to give him access first."

"Do I get a choice?" I ask as I boldly spread my legs, giving him a better view. Normally, I would not be this brazen, but my need for him is overriding any shyness I would normally have. Watching his eyes dilate, his jaw clenching and his nose flaring as he stares at me as if I'm his only sustenance, has my need to the point I could orgasm just from the heat of his gaze.

Luca's frozen form snaps into motion and he shucks his boxer briefs, then pulls out the nightstand drawer and grabs a box of condoms. He places the box on the nightstand before pulling one out and hastily putting it on .

I watch. Fascinated.

After securing the condom, he scans my body again. "You win. But after I get us both off, I'm taking my time and exploring every inch of this body." He climbs back on the bed, staying on his hands and knees as he hovers over me. "You can beg and plead, but I won't make it quick. I'll take my time. That'll be your punishment for rushing me this first time, Angel."

The glint in his eyes is almost scary. I don't know what to make of the thrill it gives me before he dips his head and takes my mouth.

He settles onto me and I wrap my limbs around him, loving the feel of his heavy cock cradled between my thighs. I move my hips, rubbing my clit against him, needing the friction. Luca growls into my mouth before reaching down to place the head of his cock at my entrance and shoving into me, only to still when he's fully sheathed.

I was wrong. This is heaven.

The ache inside of me grows as I rock my hips, trying to get him to move. He's buried his face in my neck again, creating tingles with his panting breaths.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. "I can't hold back anymore." And he doesn't. He pulls almost all the way out and slams back into me—the feeling indescribable. Both of us wanting more, we rock our hips in sync, going faster and harder until my vision turns black as my orgasm takes over. "Fuck!" Luca shouts as he stills inside me one last time before collapsing on top of me.

When I recover, I keep my arms and legs wrapped around him and move my hand into his hair to play with the strands as I enjoy the aftermath.

He feels at home inside of me and I don't want him to move. Neither does he if his actions speak for him. He shifts, putting less weight on me, but he doesn't move to pull out.

When I start to cramp, I relax my hold on him and sadly, that has him putting space between us.

"I'm going to get rid of this condom, but don't move," he commands.

No longer feeling brazen, I pull the sheet over me. Funny how I now feel too exposed .

When Luca walks back into the room from the bathroom, he growls when he sees me covered. "I told you not to move." He rushes forward and jumps on the bed. I shriek, and roll over, trying not to get smashed, but I should have known better. He would never hurt me like that.

He grabs me and rolls us until I'm on top of him and the sheet is tangled between us. Luca grabs my hair and pushes it back and over my shoulders to see my face more fully. Still shy, I lower my chin to the back of my hands resting on his chest as he plays with my hair and watches me with a smile on his face.

"I hope you don't plan on getting much sleep tonight." He grins and I realize why when I feel his cock swell again.

My eyes widen. "Already?"

He laughs, tugging on a stand of my hair. "I'll give you a few more minutes to recover, but we have some time to make up for."

I shake my head, but I love the spark of heat in his eyes.

"Come on. Let's take a shower and then I'm going to taste that pussy until you beg me to stop." He smacks my ass before rolling me off him and untangling the sheet so that he can swoop down and pick me up and carry me to the shower.

I didn't think I could be ready for round two this soon, but I can feel the now familiar ache take hold as he sets me down in the shower. I let my greedy eyes devour his sculpted form and reach out to run my hands over him.

How did I get so lucky?

***

I wake the next morning lying on top of Luca. He's awake, playing with a lock of my hair so I don't move and just enjoy this feeling. I'm tired, but in a good way. He woke me so many times last night and yet, I'd be ready for him again if he wanted more.

Then my stomach chooses that moment to growl.

Chuckling, Luca rolls us so we're lying on our sides. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Morning." I tilt my head down and look up through my lashes. I can feel a blush forming as our activities from the night before flood my brain.

Luca smirks. And then my stomach grumbles again.

"As much as I want to take you again, I need to feed you." He places a sweet kiss on my forehead before moving off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

I have just enough energy to roll to my other side, fixing my pillow and making sure the sheet covers me.

Luca walks out of the bathroom naked and heads to the walk-in closet. My breath catches as my eyes follow his every move.

The man is magnificent.

I eye him greedily as he opens a drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants and puts them on before grabbing a t-shirt, tugging it off the hanger. He doesn't put it on, though. He brings it to me and sets it on the bed before placing his hands on each side of my head. "How do you feel about a cheese and veggie omelet with bacon and toast?" He brushes my hair aside as he waits for my answer.

"That sounds wonderful." I attempt to brush the lock of hair at his temple, but he grabs my hand mid reach and brings it to his lips, kissing my palm.

"Come down when you're ready, but only dress in my shirt." His eyes focus intently on me. "I'm not done with you." He kisses me one last time before heading downstairs.

Tucking my hands under my cheek as a dreamy smile curls my lips, I replay our lovemaking.

I know how fortunate I am to have gotten Luca. So much so, that I vow to be a good sugar baby. Six months would normally feel like forever, but something tells me it will go by quick.

If all goes well, he'll be my one and only contract. I feel like the generous payments he's giving me will cover my parents' mortgage until they can get their medical bills under control. I hope. Admittedly, I don't know how much their medical bills are, but I believe my dad's insurance is good.

I don't think I can do this again. The thought of having to contract with a new sugar daddy makes me feel ill .

Sighing, I fling the sheet aside and head to the bathroom for a quick shower before going downstairs.

The closer I get to the first floor, the hungrier I am. The scent of bacon has my stomach rumbling as if I haven't eaten in days, but when I pad into the kitchen, my stomach isn't the only thing hungry. My eyes devour Luca's bare back, latching on to the two dimples above his ass while he stands at the stove, flipping an omelet in the pan.

"Would you like coffee or an orange juice or both?" Luca asks, looking over his shoulder and sweeping his gaze down my body where his eyes linger on my bare legs.

"I would love some coffee." Blushing, I look to the coffee bar I found last night, but didn't investigate.

"Come here," he commands.

I snap my eyes back to his to see his hand extended out to me. Obeying, I pad over to him and he wraps his arm around my back, pulling me into his side to kiss me.

Well, more like that devouring thing he likes to do.No complaints here.

I wrap my arms around his torso while he slides his hand under my shirt to cup my bare ass. He turns to face me, but then jerks back and curses.

"What? What's wrong?" Frowning, I release him. I'm turned on again and mad at whatever interrupted the path of his hand.

Luca lets me go to tend to the bacon on the stove.

"Grease." He explains, then nods toward the coffee bar. "Can you make me another cup? A selection of coffee is in the cabinet above the machine. Creamer's in the fridge."

"Sure. What do you drink?" I ask, moving to the machine.

"Dark roast, but I also have a medium roast, if you prefer that for yourself. The machine can do a single-serve."

I eye the expensive-looking machine, hoping I don't break it. When I think I've got it figured out, I grab the container of coffee.

"Babe?" I ask.

Arms wrap around me from behind, startling me. "I like that." Luca brushes my hair to the side for access to my neck.

"You like what?" I ask distractedly as I read the scoop directions on the coffee container.

"You. Calling me babe." He says as he rains kisses on my neck.

My "Oh" comes out more of a moan, as his hands distract me and all thoughts of coffee disappear. He has one hand covering my breast over the shirt, massaging me, and the other is slowly traveling down where I hope I know where it's headed.

Luca chuckles in my ear before letting go of my breast to wrap over my hand, helping me to tip the scoop of coffee into the machine. His other hand stops its descent to move back to my hip.

"You're such a tease." I hiss, frustrated. He keeps turning me on like a light switch, only to flip the off button. I push my ass into him to give him some of his own medicine and feel smug when he grinds his hard cock into my ass with a groan.

"Angel, I'm trying to be good here. Your stomach has been growling non-stop." He takes the coffee scoop out of my hand. "Here, let me show you how to work this, so you'll know how when I'm not around."