Page 68 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
I grin and turn on the showerheads, programming something on the tame side. We step under the rain-shower fixture, and Luca immediately wraps me in his arms, groaning at the water pressure.
“I know this sounds weird, but I want to touch you.”
“Ford, why would that sound weird? You can put your hands on me at any time. You never have to ask permission.”
I stiffen. He holds up a finger. “I will always ask you for permission first. I promise.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for being a decent human being.”
I grin and kiss him. “Okay.”
Pulling back from the kiss, I take a deep breath, my eyes tracing every muscle, vein, and hair on Luca’s body.
Luca Stefano is very elegant in a suit. Naked, he is something else entirely. Naked and wet, elegance goes out the window. He is pure muscle and passion, thick veins winding up his arms, evidence of the care he takes with his body.
I know his life is not all business meetings and cocktail hours, and as my fingers drift over his carved biceps, I wonder how often he surprises people. I wonder how many people assume thatgentleman mobstermeans weak.
Luca’s chest rises as I drag my fingers through his chest hair and down his carved belly. I play with the treasure trail below his belly button, my breath shaky as I bury my fingers into the thick patch of pubic hair.
I tickle along his hip bones and drag my fingers to the back over his strong ass. I send him a quick glance. His eyes remain fixed on me, and he bites back an amused quirk of his lips.
Feeling self-conscious, I pull back.
“I’m smiling because I’m happy, not because I’m laughing at you. I like your hands on me,” he says, looking down at his hard cock. “Very much.”
My fingers reach out to explore and…mm. He’s so warm and smooth. I grip his erection a little more tightly, and he groans.
“I underestimated you when I chose my dildo,” I whisper, mostly to myself.
“You imagine this being inside you?” he asks, pushing himself into my hands.
“I literally just had you stand next to it so the next time I use it, I’ve got the correct height.” I gulp at my forwardness, then smile-grimace at him. “Of course, you and I will have to go…”
“Slowly. Carefully,” Luca responds with a grin. Running his fingers along my lips, dipping them into my mouth, he continues, “There’s more than one way to be inside you. If one doesn’t work, maybe the other will.”
Fuck, that sounds good.
Not really knowing what I’m doing, I kneel in front of him. Mostly out of curiosity, I let my fingers go with the flow, stroking up and down his length, following the prominent vessels, playing with the bit of foreskin at the top, tugging on his low-hanging balls.
I stick my face right where his groin meets his thigh and inhale, loving his clean scent.
Luca’s cock jumps, so I pull back and kiss it on the head.
“Be patient,” I say, pointing a finger at it.
Luca’s chuckle filters from above.
“He’s trying, but you’re so pretty and innocent down there,” he says, reaching down to cup my jaw.
Feeling a little mischievous, I grin. “Well, if you’re going to say nice things to me…”
I carefully grab the base of his cock, my palm stinging just a bit. Leaning forward, I feed the first bit of him into my mouth.
“Ford…” Luca groans, his fingers drifting through my hair.
I suck a little harder, loving his precum on my tongue, evidence that I’m not doing such a bad job after all. I stroke and suck him until my mouth is tired.
