Born in Blood Collection Volume 1 - Cora Reilly Page 0,70

My cock won’t slide in that easily, believe me, and it will hurt a lot more.”

I flinched, remembering what Grace had said at our wedding. He’ll fuck you bloody. Luca released a harsh breath. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I watched him over my legs. He ran his knuckles lightly down my side. The hard set of his lips loosened. “Tell me that you enjoyed what I did to you on the roof,” Luca murmured. There was a hint of need in his voice, maybe even vulnerability.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. He leaned closer, his lips on my ear. “What did you enjoy the most? My tongue fucking you? Or when I ran my tongue all the way over your pussy? Or when I sucked your clit?”

Oh god. I was getting wet again. Luca’s deep voice vibrated through my body. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe I need to show you again?” Luca pushed against my ankles, pressing them against me until there was enough room for his hand to slip between them and my upper thighs. He cupped me with his palm. I was about to lie down to make it easier for him, but he shook his head. “No,” he rasped. “Stay like that.” His fingers began to move against my folds, teasing, circling, rubbing.

I rested my chin on my knees, breathing heavily. Luca kissed my ear and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against his side. It was strange, sitting up with my legs pressed against my chest as he touched me, but it felt incredibly good. Luca’s erection rubbed against my outer thigh, his breathing hot against my ear.

“Relax,” he said in a low voice. There was a gentle pressure against my opening. I peered down between my legs. Luca teased me with his little finger. He dipped the tip in, then circled my opening before entering me again, sliding a bit deeper every time he did.

“Look at me.”

I did, caught up in the intensity of his gray eyes. “You are so wet and soft and tight. You can’t imagine how fucking good this feels.” His length slid along my outer thigh again. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue demanding entrance. His finger slipped into me, this time all the way. It was only his little finger, but I was thrilled. He began moving it inside me and I gasped into his mouth, jerking my hips, needing more. He pumped in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I could feel pleasure building again and I moved my pelvis in sync with his finger. He pulled his hand away, eliciting a sound of protest from me.

Luca laughed, a deep rumbling in his chest. He knelt in front of me and pushed my legs apart, then he looked up at me. He traced his index finger over my folds, then rubbed my opening with it. Never looking away from my face, he pushed the tip in. My muscles clenched, and I released a low breath. It didn’t hurt and I relaxed. Slowly he started sliding in and out, moving a bit deeper every time, like he’d done with his little finger. His mouth closed over my clit.

I whimpered, my legs falling wider apart. My pleasure was mounting scarily fast as Luca worked me with his finger and lips. With a cry, I tumbled over, my legs shaking, hips bucking. My fingers clutched the blanket as I shattered into pieces. Luca removed his finger, kissed my belly button, then lay down beside me, his erection red and glistening. I reached out, spreading the droplet of liquid that had trickled out all over his tip.

Luca growled, his abs flexing. “I want your mouth on me,” he said in a low voice. I froze, my hand on him stilling. It seemed only fair after what he’d just done, but I had no clue how to actually go down on him. “Blow job” was a pretty confusing name, because I knew I wasn’t supposed to blow on his erection, but sadly I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. And what if I didn’t like it?

I remembered his words about Grace, that she knew how to suck a cock. Not that I wanted to be anything like Grace. I had no intention of becoming Luca’s whore, but I didn’t want to fail completely either. I was overthinking this.

“Is this because you don’t want to, or because you don’t know how?” Luca asked calmly, but I could tell