Chapter 260: Open For Me (R-18)

Arabella’s fingers lingered on the handle for a moment before she turned the lock. The quiet slide of the bolt sounded unusually loud in the sudden silence.

Luca’s gaze remained fixed on her.

The moment the lock engaged, he crossed the room. One hand came up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing the warmth already spreading across her skin. His other hand settled at the small of her back, drawing her against him.

Then he kissed her.

It was deep and unhurried, leaving little room for hesitation.

Arabella’s breath caught. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it, and her hands rose to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.

She had always been composed in public, careful with her expressions and even more careful with her words. But alone with Luca, that restraint seemed to dissolve.

He kissed her again, slower this time, and she leaned into him.

"Luca..."

Her voice came out softer than she intended.

He answered by brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth, then along her jaw.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmured. "You have no idea."

Tops came off in a flurry of impatient hands. His shirt was first, buttons scattered somewhere across the floor. Arabella’s blouse followed, then the delicate lace of her bra.

The cool air against her bare skin made her shiver, but the heat of his gaze more than compensated. Luca’s eyes darkened as they traveled over her. He cupped both breasts, thumbs circling, and the soft, helpless moan that left her was pure and unrestrained.

She felt it then... the hard, thick length of him pressing insistently against her lower stomach through his trousers. The same bulge she had noticed earlier in the evening, only heavier now, more insistent.

Her thighs pressed together of their own accord. A fresh wave of heat rolled through her, leaving her aching and wet.

Luca noticed the way her eyes dropped. He took one of her hands and guided it down, letting her palm settle over the prominent ridge. "Feel that?" His voice was low, rough with restraint. "That’s what you do to me every time you look at me like that."

Arabella’s fingers flexed, tracing the length of him through the fabric. She was still a virgin, still shy in so many ways, but the longing on her face was unmistakable. She wanted him. Wanted more than the careful handjobs they had shared before.

He leaned in, forehead resting against hers. "Let me feel your mouth, Arabella. Please."

She hesitated only a moment... eyes wide, lips parted, then nodded once, small and eager.

Luca stepped back just enough to unfasten his trousers and free himself. The heavy, flushed length of him sprang free, thick and long, the head already glistening.

Arabella’s breath caught. She had seen him before, touched him, but the sight of him fully hard and so close still made her stomach flip with nervous anticipation.

He didn’t give her time to overthink.

One hand slid into her hair, gentle but firm, guiding her down as he took a half-step forward. The blunt head pressed against her lips. "Open for me."

She did.

The first stretch of him sliding over her tongue drew a muffled sound from her throat. Luca’s control frayed the moment the wet heat of her mouth closed around him. He pushed deeper in one steady thrust, watching her eyes water as the head nudged the back of her throat.

Arabella’s hands flew to his thighs, but she didn’t push him away. A broken, throaty moan vibrated around his length instead, raw and needy.

"Fuck... look at you," he groaned, voice strained. "Taking it so well."

He set a rhythm that was deliberately rough, hips rolling as he fucked her mouth in long, controlled strokes. Every time he bottomed out she made those soft, choked sounds that went straight to his cock.

Spit slicked her chin. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, yet the look she gave him when she managed to glance up was pure hunger. She was enjoying how rough he was being... every deep thrust, every low praise, every time he held her still and ground against her tongue.

When he finally pulled free with a wet sound, a thin string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock. Arabella’s voice was hoarse, almost wrecked, but the words came clear.

"I... I liked that. How rough you were." Her cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away. "Don’t stop being like that."

Luca’s eyes flashed. A slow, dark smile curved his mouth.

"Oh yeah?"

He moved fast. One arm swept under her knees, the other around her back, and he carried her the few steps to the bed. He laid her down so her back was flat against the mattress and her head hung just over the edge, throat exposed, hair spilling toward the floor. The position left her completely open to him.

Her remaining clothes... skirt, panties, were gone in seconds. Luca tossed them aside without looking, gaze fixed between her thighs. She was soaked, inner folds shiny and flushed, a small trickle of arousal already sliding toward the sheets.

"Look how wet you are for me," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. Two fingers slid through the slick heat, parting her gently before pushing inside. Arabella’s back arched off the bed with a sharp, broken cry. "Already dripping just from having my cock in your mouth."

He didn’t give her time to answer.

While his fingers worked a steady, curling rhythm inside her... stretching, searching, finding the spot that made her thighs shake, he stepped closer to the edge of the bed and guided his cock back between her parted lips.

The angle let him sink deep with almost no resistance. Arabella’s muffled moan vibrated around him the second he filled her throat again.

He fucked her mouth and her cunt in the same relentless rhythm. Every time his hips snapped forward his fingers thrust deeper. Every time she gagged softly around him he pressed harder against that sensitive place inside her.

The dual stimulation wrecked her. Soft, continuous sounds spilled from her throat... half-choked moans, little whimpers, the occasional broken "Luca..." whenever he pulled back far enough to let her breathe.

Time blurred. The only measures were the wet sounds of his fingers working her open, the steady slap of his hips against her face, and the rising pitch of her pleasure.

Sweat gathered at her temples. Her fair skin turned that delicate, all-over pink he would later tease her about. She came once around his fingers with a long, shuddering cry that made her throat clamp down around him; he didn’t stop. He kept going, drawing a second, sharper orgasm from her until her legs trembled and her hands weakly clutched at the sheets.

Only then did his own control finally snap.

Luca’s thrusts grew shorter, harder. His free hand braced against the mattress beside her hip as he buried himself to the root one last time and came with a low, guttural groan. Hot pulses flooded her mouth. Arabella swallowed what she could, the rest spilling from the corners of her lips as he kept her there through every last throb.

When he finally eased free, both of them were breathing hard. He carefully lifted her head back onto the mattress, then climbed onto the bed and gathered her against his chest. Their skin was damp, hearts still racing. Arabella’s eyes were hazy, lips swollen and shiny, body soft and spent in his arms.