Like him.
All of this was just instinctual now.
A need.
“Hey, I said—”
“Fuck off,” Luca snarled to the side.
He didn’t look at the man—didn’t even see who it was. All it took was the press of his hand against Penny’s trim waist, and she slid to the side with him following right behind. She entered their room first, already pulling the tank top over her head before he had even closed the door with a slam that echoed. The button on his jeans snapped apart under his handling as she turned around.
They were two steps apart.
She closed it in a blink.
There was no softness in what came next. Their kisses stung, and his teeth left marks behind on her white skin. She gave back the same roughness she found in him, uncaring how he hissed when she yanked his shirt off before dragging her sharp nails down the expanse of his chest. When the slip of a skirt she wore fell to the floor around her heels, Luca let out a whistle.
“When did you take your panties off? How long were you walking around like that, Penny?”
She grinned, her black bra the only thing keeping any part of her body covered. He couldn’t help but admire the sight of her when she took two steps back, stopping only when her legs hit the foot of the bed.
“Since my shower,” she admitted.
“Goddamn.”
“We had to at least make it to the room, didn’t we?”
Luca cocked a brow. “But did we?”
“Stop talking, Luca,” she said, reaching up to unsnap the bra where the cups connected at the valley between her breasts, “and come fuck me.”
So brazen.
Sure.
She knew what she wanted and that called to him more than anything else. There was nothing he found more attractive than that—shit, he got off on it, really.
The bra came apart and slid down her arms, discarded to the floor. In nothing but black heels, she stood at the foot of the bed and waited. Her entire life and story stared back at him, he knew. An hourglass figure that before it had even developed had been used and abused many times over. The scars she had cut into herself to chase away the pain. A grown woman who had finally grown into someone he didn’t know at all.
But he wanted to.
God.
He wanted to know her.
“Now,” Penny demanded quietly despite her firm tone, kicking off her heels and losing four inches of height instantly. Not that it mattered—her legs were still a work of art that he wanted to get wrapped around his head while he tasted the bare heaven between her thighs.
He wanted to keep staring—learning and appreciating. Committing her to his memory because hadn’t she already warned him what would happen after this? What was inevitable? But he wouldn’t waste time, either.
Luca would take what he could get; anything she was willing to give.
She reached for him when he stepped closer, the small space of the room closing around him as her hands slipped beneath his opened jeans. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting the heat on her tongue while her hands worked magic. She stroked him with one hand while her other pulled at his jeans until she had them down around his hips.
Close, they were chaotic.
Kisses that hurt and hands that ached. He couldn’t get enough of her. No matter how many times he felt her skin under his hands, finding she liked a tight squeeze rather than a soft touch, he only wanted more.
Everything changed.
Fast.
Penny let his cock go just when his stomach had started to clench from the pressure she applied to his length with every tug. He barely had time to process the loss before she had twisted him around and his back hit the bed. For a seemingly little thing, she had strength.
Or she knew how to move.
Luca palmed her hips when she climbed on top of him. The flash of her sex had his mouth watering before she yanked his jeans and boxer-briefs low enough for his cock to spring free. Then she was grinding against him, the wet slit of her pussy a hot heaven to his senses. He held her too tight, he knew it. He couldn’t breathe with her rocking on him like she was. The almost feral sounds that clawed their way out of his chest wasn’t something he recognized.
“How long’s it been?” she asked, leaning down so her mouth hovered over his. “How long has it been since somebody made you come, Luca? Could I do it like this—just rubbing on you, do you want me to?”
Internally, the answers came too easily, but he couldn’t form the words. Penny’s tongue swept her bottom lip while one of her fingers traced a line down his clenching jaw. Every swivel of her hips while the satisfaction in her stare sharpened had his ecstasy skyrocketing. He urged her own by pulling her body harder against his, feeling how her wetness coated his dick more and more.
“Could I?” she asked again, breathless and shaking.
“After I taste you.”
That had her stilling.
Lifting a bit, too.
Luca held her tight, refusing to let go of her gaze or her body when he murmured, “Let me taste you, Penny.”
“I don’t ... I nev—”
He flexed his hands, pushing her higher until she straddled his chest. “Let me.”
She did, letting him adjust her until she was resting overtop his face, and he had the best view of her wet cunt. Just inches from his mouth, he could already smell the tartness of her sex and arousal; he could see it, too, glistening on pink flesh and a slit that clenched when a groan of approval pressed past his lips.
He tasted her while he watched her up above; that first lick flooding his taste buds and making his mouth water. She shuddered. From her shoulders to the tips of her toes against the mattress. His second lick started at the soft fleshiness of her pussy right up to the tight bud of her clit.
There, he sucked.
Hard, long.
“Jesus.”
Her exclamation came with fingernails that dug into his scalp, pulling at the strands of his hair like she might rip them right out of his head. He didn’t mind. Something was new for her in this—he could tell. At least, in a willing way.
That only made him hotter.
Out of control, really.
Like the rest of her, once he had indulged in a single taste, it just wasn’t enough. His fingers dug into the firm roundness of her ass while he feasted. On her cunt, the flavor of her, and every little sound she made. It was all a drug. He wanted so much more. Another hit of her.
He found that hit when he found the rhythm she responded to best, rapid snaps of his tongue under the hood of her clit that had her hips rocking into his mouth for more. She seemed surprised at how fast the orgasm came on, her eyes flying wide and nailing into his down below as her body tensed and the low, keening whine passed her parted lips.
She whispered his name.
“Luca.”
It was the best thing he ever heard.
Almost.
He decided it was the second-best sound when even as she hadn’t stopped shaking, she slid down his body with a demand for, “More—make me come again.”
Not I want to.
Not that she would do it.
She wanted it from him.
He was being stupid, and he knew it because he thought about nothing but being buried inside of her. Even as they helped each other from what remained of their clothes, the last thing on his mind was being safe.
Yeah.
Stupid.
He also didn’t care when she slid down his length and leaned in for a kiss. With the taste of her still on his lips, she licked it from his mouth while he filled her full. The tightness of her cunt, wet and hot around him, drove Luca to the edge of insanity in a split second.