Chapter Twenty One

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

LUCA

I am so fucking hard for this woman.

She’s everything.

Fuck, if she’d let me put a ring on her finger right now, I would.

I still can’t believe this is real.

After everything I just shared, she still wants me.

It’s like I’m living in a twilight zone of weird fantasies I never expected to have—but really, it’s just the day before Christmas Eve and Leigh is asking me to jack off for her.

Merry fucking Christmas to me.

Towering over her, I lean in and press a kiss to her forehead before rounding the small accent sofa chair and stepping up onto the coffee table.

Can’t strip without a stage, right?

Leigh chuckles and swivels the barstool to face me as I kick off my socks and shoes and do an elaborate spin for her.

I shoot her a wink. “Like what you see?”

“Eh.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “I’d rather have less talking, and more fabric hitting the floor.”

My jaw drops and my cock throbs. She’s a fucking natural at this. If there was any question in my mind that Leigh might have a little dominance in her blood, she just squashed it.

While I wouldn’t say I’m submissive, for her, I could be. That’s not to say I’m not going to push back. I love pushing her buttons. And spanking her ass. But this, with her? It’s refreshing and unbelievably sexy.

I give another spin and pull off my cashmere sweater, eager to give her everything she wants.

When I reveal the button down underneath, Leigh lets out a soft groan.

“Lose the button down too,” she snaps, like this second layer of fabric is wrecking her every plan.

My brow raises. “Patience is a virtue.”

“But it isn’t one of mine,” Leigh coos. “Lose it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her pupils dilate at the honorific. Interesting. I make a mental note to come back to that later.

Moving my fingers to my shirt, I slide each button through its hole with painfully slow precision, watching as she hangs on my every move.

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and narrows her gaze, waiting for me to slide the fabric from my shoulders.

Only I don’t.

I let it hang, giving her just a sliver of skin down my chest and abdomen.

She wants me naked and exposed for her. I want her desperate and aching for me.

“Oh, you’re a little tease, aren’t you, baby?” she tsks.

I stumble mid spin and look over my shoulder, making sure I heard her correctly. I’ve never been one to like pet names for myself, but from her, thatterm of endearment has never sounded so damn good.

“I don’t have to be.” I suck my thumb into my mouth and proceed to draw a line down the center of my chest, stopping to finger each of the silver bars in my nipples before dragging it through the tuft of hair below my belly button. “Come play with me.”

She shakes her head, but her eyes never stray from where I’ve hooked my thumb in my waistband. “Not until you’re naked and begging me to come.”

Say less.

I lower my hand to my belt, sliding it open and easing down the zipper of my pants. That is until movement halts my action, and I glance up to watch as Leigh uncrosses her legs and props one up on the back of the accent chair in front of her. The move forces the shirt she’s wearing—my shirt—to bunch around her hips, giving me a view of her perfect cunt.

My hand drops to trace the lump in my pocket that is the panties I stole from her earlier.

This is what karma looks like.

I did this to myself by keeping a reminder of our time in the gondola, and then again—just now— by teasing her.

And. I. Fucking. Love. It.

In one fluid moment I push my jeans down and step out of them, all the while watching as she trails her fingertips up and down her thigh, dipping dangerously close to her drenched pussy each time.

Her gaze falls to my boxer briefs, and she licks her lips. “Take your dick out, Luca.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I obey, dragging them down until my cock springs free.

Leigh lets out a string of curses that register as nothing but praise. Her gaze takes me in and I’m living for it. I don’t even need to touch myself. I just need her.

Her commands.

Her attention.

Her love.

Fuck.

If I could only be so lucky.

One day at a time.

That’s what she said.

Don’t get ahead of myself.

“Now show me how you fuck yourself.” Her command grounds me, pulling me back from the edge of my almost spiral.

I suck in an audible breath as I wrap my hand around my swollen cock, wishing it was the soft, dainty fingers she’s using to circle her clit.

“Look at you,” she mumbles, almost to herself, desperate need shining in her eyes. “You’re dripping.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I reply through clenched teeth, running my fingers over the weeping head of my cock. “You reduce me to nothing more than a cum spigot.”

“Fuck, Luca,” she purrs. “That shouldn’t be as hot as it is.”

No, it shouldn’t. But I’m learning that anything and everything with Leigh turns me on.

Each stroke takes me closer to the edge until my balls tighten with the need to come.

Not yet.

I will not fail her.

I should have known I wouldn’t last long. Between the gondola and this, I’m surprised I’ve lasted more than a few minutes.

Slowing down my pace, I force myself to breathe through the pleasure and not give in.

Leigh sits back, her fingers teasing her clit, as I work myself to the edge two more times.

“Tell me what you’re thinking of as you jerk my cock,” she commands, her voice somewhere between a whisper and a moan.

“Fuck.” My hips jerk forward at her possessiveness, and I pant between jagged breaths. “You. I’m thinking of you.”

Her brows shoot to her hairline and her fingers stop their movement. “Me?”

I huff a strangled laugh. “As if it would be anyone else. You, sitting there with those pretty little fingers teasing yourself. You, clamping your thighs around my head in the gondola as you came on my tongue. You, pressed up against that vending machine screaming my name as I came deep within your cunt. Fuck Leigh, since then it’s always been you.”

Her eyes soften and when she smiles, and it almost ruins me.

I want all those smiles.

The kind that reaches her eyes.

It’s at that moment I realize I might have ruined her life, but she’s destroyed mine. There’s no coming back from this moment. A life without Leigh will be like living in a black and white movie—satisfying but dull. Especially after having experienced technicolor.

“You’re devastating when you’re on the edge.”

“What?” I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't track Leigh moving from the barstool

Now she’s in front of me, close enough I can touch her,and lost in the sight of me stroking my cock.

Given her height and the fact I’m standing on the coffee table, the warmth of her breath teases my dick as she speaks.

Desperation mounts in my chest. “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a magnificent thing. You’re doing so fucking good.”

My chest puffs out, preening under her praise.

She takes a step forward and drags her hand across my thigh to my ass, digging her nails into the supple flesh. “Are you aching for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I whine. It takes everything in me not to reach for her. She hasn’t said I can’t touch her, but it feels like an unspoken rule. One I’m not going to break.

“Me too.”

“What do you want?” My lust-filled voice shakes with need.

She traces her fingers back to the front of my thighs, moving painfully close to my dripping cock, but never touching it. “Oh, I want a great many things from you, Luca, but first, I want to taste you again.”

“Oh, thank God,” I blurt out, which earns me one of Leigh’s adorable chuckles.

A smile stretches across her face as she pulls her hair back, and I immediately grab it to keep it out of the way as she prepares to choke on my dick.

Never let it be said I’m not a gentleman.

“You ready?” she asks, eyes full of anything but innocence.

“Yes, but fair warning I’m not going to—” my words die on my tongue when in one single motion Leigh licks my shaft from root to tip.

“Oh fuck,” I exhale, not getting more than a moment before she’s sliding my length into her warm, waiting mouth.

I groan, fisting her hair tighter as she bobs on my cock like it’s a popsicle. She hollows her cheeks as she hits the back of her throat and I know I’m not going to last.

“God, Leigh, just like that.”

My hips thrust forward as I cradle her skull. “Best. Head. Ever,” I grunt, punctuating each word with a thrust.

At that, she gives a hum of satisfaction around my shaft, sending vibrations straight to the depths of my balls.

I let out a strangled moan. “If you don’t stop that right now, I’m going to come,” I warn, but Leigh doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.

She sucks and twirls her talented tongue until my thick and swollen shaft throbs in her mouth. Gripping my hips tight, she encourages me to pound her throat through my release.

Tingles shoot up my spine and I try to hold off, but it’s no use. I fall off the edge, knowing damn well she’s going to be there to catch me when I land.

Her eyes roll back as she milks every last drop from me.

It takes a moment for me to stop seeing stars. That was—there are no words.

Leigh beams and kisses a path down my shaft sending a shiver of aftershocks through me.

“That was—” I breathe.

“The best head ever?” She chuckles, smug and satisfied.

“Without a doubt.”

“Considering you put me into a coma with that tongue of yours, I had a standard to live up to.”

My cock twitches at her high praise.

God, what this woman does to me.

I hop down from the coffee table, wobbling on my legs like a baby deer. Threading my arm around her waist, I lean in so my lips hover over hers. “And to think, I still have so many tricks up my sleeve you don’t even know about.”

She presses a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back, brow raised. “Is that right?”

“Oh, my Little Thief, since you’ve found your Christmas spirit tonight, I’m going to give you a Christmas miracle.”

She swallows hard, but not before her tongue darts out to lick the tiny bit of cum at the corner of her lips. “You are?”

Her question is soft, almost adoring, like the tables have turned and she’s waiting for me to take charge.

And I have never been more read.

I stand to my full height and look down, past my already re-hardening dick, where Leigh stands, eyes wide in anticipation.

I reach out and tuck a stray blonde curl behind her ear, though it does nothing to tame the just-been-face-fucked state of her hair. “Absolutely. I’m going to ruin that sweet little pussy of yours. I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly that every time you think of sex, you’ll think of Christmas. You’ll think of me.”

A flash of fear crosses her eyes before she juts her chin out and, with all the confidence in the world, declares, “Maybe Christmas isn’t so bad after all.”

Damn straight.

“Now be a good girl and meet me in the bedroom. I want you naked, hands on the bed frame, and your ass on display for me.”

Leigh lifts a hand and gives me a mock salute. “Yes, Sir.”

Yup.

It’s official.

I love this woman.