Page 66 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“You sure?” he asks, kissing my jaw.
I nod. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop.”
He kisses my lips, then grins as he licks a spot of cum off my nipple.
My cock gives a mighty twitch, and he looks down, grinning. “You primed to go another round already?”
Another twitch.
“Mind if I take care of that for you?” he asks, leering.
I nod, and he runs his hand over my belly, scooping the cum and using it as lube to slick me up and down. My mouth falls open again.
“You’ve never used your own cum as lube before?” he asks, licking my belly as he continues stroking my cock.
“Never. I’m learning so many things right now,” I choke out, sensitive but needy.
“Not gonna lie, I love teaching you things.”
“It’s not annoying?” I ask, giving oxygen to my greatest insecurity.
The answer is in his eyes and downturned mouth before he even speaks. “It is the most special thing anyone’s ever given me. To be able to show you these things? Fuck, Ford. I can’t even explain.”
“Oh.” That’s the only word I’ve got in my vocabulary at the moment.
All I know, as I lie here shivering and turned on, is that he’s only licking me clean because he aims to make me dirty again. That’s one hell of a thought as he strokes me with my cum.
It takes a little longer than the first time, but he kisses me like he’d willingly do this for the rest of his life, sucking on my neck and collarbones as he wrenches moans from my lips. He noses my nipple and shoots me a look.
“Yesss,” I hiss as his mouth envelops the tiny bud, sucking until I’m arching off the bed, coming so hard I might pass out.
Cum dribbles down his knuckles, and he brings his hand to his mouth, licking it as he holds my gaze.
“Can I try some of that?” I ask, feeling bold.
He holds his hand to my mouth. I give his skin a tentative lick, and it’s bitter and salty. While it’s not fine dining…I like it. And I love that he made me come like that.
A bad memory temporarily flits through my mind, but I’m quickly able to pull myself to the present, loving Luca’s hands on me.
“Can you tell me what that look was about?” he asks carefully.
“Can I tell you about it later? I feel like I just took back something important, and I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
“Of course. Will you let me feed you now?”
I grin. “Hashtag priorities.”
“True story.” He chuckles, then kisses my forehead. “Although…I don’t suppose you know any good Thai places around here?”
I roll and cross my eyes simultaneously, pointing at my phone. “I’ll have the best Thai you’ve ever had here in twenty minutes. Do you trust me to order something good for you?”
“I trust you implicitly,” he says, kissing my eyelids before handing me my phone. “But don’t order anything too spicy or heavy. I’m not quite done with you tonight.”
I squirm, grinning from ear to ear as I bring up the saved number on my phone. While I order, he goes into the bathroom and comes back out with a steaming washcloth. Once I’ve hung up, he wipes me down in a most thorough manner, then climbs up on the bed and nearly drowns me in perfect, luxurious kisses until the food arrives.
Luca pulls up his pants—commando—and I pull on a robe, grabbing the delicious-smelling food before meeting Luca at the table. We feed each other bits of minced pork and rice, steamed fish, and sticky rice with mango.
“Someone’s grandma cooked this,” he says, brushing a stray grain of rice from my chin. “Not as good as Italian, of course, but close. Damn close.”
