“Yes,” I croak out because my cock’s aching to be inside of her now.
She fumbles with the button and zipper of my pants until she can pull them down and grab my cock in her hand. My arms on either side of her wobble because the pleasure is weakening my muscles. Chiara aligns me with her entrance, not wasting a moment. I claim her mouth to distract her for a second because anticipation already has me on the edge of fucking exploding. I take a few minutes to explore her mouth and rub my cock along her clit, making her squirm with pleasure underneath me.
“I love you,” I say a moment before thrusting into her, sending my head straight into heaven.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” she repeats breathlessly with every thrust.
My self-control is hanging on by a thread. Feeling her like this, being inside of her without a condom is… paradise. It feels so fucking good, I’m on the brink of my orgasm within seconds. Her warmth is bliss, and I wish I could last hours like this because I never want to stop. I want us both to keep experiencing this pleasure because nothing’s ever felt better. Not just for me, but also for her. I can tell by her whimpers and breathy moans, by the way Chiara begs for me but somehow isn’t saying anything at all.
“Oh my God,” she screams as she falls apart more easily than ever before. I let her ride out her pleasure before seizing my movements to hold off my orgasm. “More,” Chiara begs a minute later, and I smile down at her, the strain of this position causing sweat to appear on my back and forehead.
“Give me a moment,” I say and take her right nipple in my mouth instead. Her back arches off the ground again, making me take more of her tit into my mouth. I moan in response and so does she.
“Please,” she begs, and I slide out of her completely only to flip her onto her stomach, spread her legs a little, and then slam into her from behind. My chest presses against her back as I find a rhythm I can barely keep up without spilling inside of her. “Yes, oh God, yes,” she moans, gripping the blanket while I pump into her so hard, my vision blurs.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” I praise, grabbing her perfect round arse and squeezing hard. She cries out with pleasure until her body shudders from another orgasm, sending me straight over the edge. “Fuuuuck,” I moan, my cock pulsing inside of her as my cum fills her pussy in a way I’ve never experienced with anyone else before.
My mouth trails kisses along her back while I try to catch my breath. I give us both another moment before I pull out and gently spin her around again. A happy smile lingers on Chiara’s features, and I trail my gaze from her face all the way to her pretty pussy. My cum is dripping out of her, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.Fuck, why do I like the sight of this so much?
“There is no way there is a shower here, right?” Chiara asks with a little laugh, and I cock an eyebrow at her.
“Do you honestly think I’d choose an art gallery without a bathroom with a shower? Come on now, sweetheart, you know me better than that,” I say, and Starling’s eyes go wide.
“No way,” she replies, and I stand up, holding out my hand for her.
“Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Because I want another reason to have her naked for as long as possible, and a shower will give me exactly what I crave.
“Is there enough space in the shower to fuck again?” she asks with a little smirk, and I shake my head as I pull her against my chest.
“Of course there is.”My insatiable little demon.
CHAPTERFORTY
chiara
It’s been a month since Leonard and I signed a carefully constructed contract that made us partners in my art gallery. He had it written up to give me ninety percent of the control while he took only ten, but he said it’s not up for negotiation. I didn’t fight him on it either. I’ve been too busy taking every available minute of my time to create immersive art shows. There are five rooms in my gallery. I plan on using three of them for digital ones, and the other two… well, I’ve been trying to come up with ideas for my own art. Something that’s similar to the balloon exhibit Leonard took me to. Nothing I’ve come up with so far has been great, so I haven’t gone through with it yet. But I’ve been productive.
Mamma and Nonna came to England two weeks ago to visit and see my art gallery. They stayed with Leonard and me at his apartment. Around the same time, he asked me to move all of my things into his bedroom, and it’s almost annoying how easy the transition was, how natural. It’s as if we were meant to share a bedroom. Like he was supposed to hold me from night until morning. Like our bodies were carved to fit into one another’s. Like everything is just right now that we’ve stopped fighting how we feel about each other.
I haven’t been this happy in… ever.
I haven’t ever been this happy, and it’s not only because I’m dating Leonard, who makes everything in my life better. It’s also because my relationships with Mamma and Nonna, the Tick family, and even Lulu are strong. The only person who’s been avoiding me and who I’ve been avoiding is Graham. My best friend, who half a year ago I didn’t expect I’d have to spend two weeks without, let alone for however long he’s going to stay in New York. It’s weird, and it makes me sad, but I’m not quite sure how to tell him Leonard and I are dating.
Graham said he’d be fine with it, he was even rooting for Leonard and me, and still, I can’t get myself to pick up the phone and tell him. It also doesn’t help that it feels like we’ve become strangers, something I knew deep down would happen when he left. Long distance relationships, even friendships, are terribly hard to keep alive. Even friendships as old as Graham’s and mine will break under the distance, especially when I’m hiding something from him. God, I hate how fucking complicated the once easiest bond in my life has become. It should be illegal.
“Just call him,” Lulu said to me the last time we hung out, and I looked up from my laptop. I wanted to show her the exhibit I’d already put together so I invited her over to my art gallery. “He won’t be upset if you tell him, but if he finds out from anyone else? He’d be angry,” she added, and I let out a sigh.
“His family doesn’t even know. Leonard kissed me once after the race, but it wasn’t photographed. Who would tell him?”
“Just call him, Chiara. Otherwise, if he finds out from any of the hundred people on Leonard’s team who know, you’ll regret it.” She was right. I couldn’t fight her on this when I knew how hurt Graham would be or how much I’d regret it.
“Okay,” I replied.
It’s been two weeks since our conversation, and, yeah, I still haven’t found the courage to tell him. Saying, ‘Hey, Graham. Listen, I’m in love with your brother and have been dating him for weeks now’ doesn’t roll off the tongue easily, especially when I have to do it over the phone. Maybe I’m holding out hope I’ll get a chance to see him soon and explain in person. Maybe I’m holding out hope I don’t have to tell him until Leonard and I either break up or…what? Get married?Fuck. I need to tell Graham.
Benz is lying on my lap as we wait for Leonard to come back from wherever he left off to. He said he wants to spend the day with me since we barely had time to be together this weekend. It was another win for him. My boyfriend is currently leading the championship by fifty points, and it’s fucking satisfying to see Jonathan’s stupid face covered with rage because he lost to Leonardagain.
Yesterday was filled with excitement. Leonard won the race, so his team and the two of us went to a bar in Mexico City to celebrate the win. For the first time in my life, I saw Leonard let loose and lower his barriers, but only because he stayed with me the whole time, one hand somehow always on me. I didn’t mind it one single bit. We were both tipsy and happy while he told me how much he loves me and how he couldn’t wait to get me out of my dress. He kissed me with his eyes half-closed and tequila on his tongue, and I melted against him because everything about him is delicious to me.
