TAMING HOLLYWOOD'S BADDEST BO- Max Monroe Page 0,57
seconds, he goes frozen. It takes me a moment of clarity to realize what I’ve said—for my brain to catch up with my words. “Wait, not you, the clothes. Our stupid clothes.”
He smirks down at me. Then, happiness restored, I take it upon myself to pull his T-shirt over his head before doing the same to my own. Between hot kisses and grabby hands, his boxers and my sleep shorts and underwear all make their way to the floor.
His cock is heavy and warm against me, hovering at my entrance without pushing inside. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s everything I need and not even close to being enough at the same time.
“More,” I whisper through a moan. “Please, Luca. I need to feel you.”
He obliges immediately, slowly pushing himself inside me at the world’s most frustrating pace. My gaze moves down to our entwined naked bodies and becomes fixated on watching him enter me. I reach my hand out and touch the base of his cock with my fingertips, feeling how big and hard and perfect he is.
More. More. I will him to push deeper with my eyes.
Another inch.
And another.
Yes. Yes! Keep going!
And then…he stops.
“N-no,” I whine and try to push my hips up to urge him deeper, but Luca stops me with one gentle hand to my belly.
“Condom,” he whispers, and the frustration is evident in his raspy, sexy voice. “We don’t have a condom.”
“Shit,” I mutter more to myself than to him.
How could I not have thought about a condom?
Like, at all?
Never once have I just completely forgotten about protection. But, fuck. I don’t want to stop. I can’t walk away from this moment without knowing what he feels like inside of me. Without seeing what shade of blue his eyes turn when he’s pressed to the hilt. Without knowing what I’ll feel when Luca is the one giving me pleasure. I just…can’t.
“I’m on birth control,” I whisper, and he groans as he struggles to hold himself steady as I pull his hips forward with my feet. “And I’ve never had any, you know, weird diseases, because well, I’ve never actually had sex without a condom. Is it just me, or is this a really strange time to be saying all of this right now?”
With his cock still half inside me, his eyes light up with amusement.
“What?”
“I don’t have sex without condoms either, so I’m clean too,” he says quietly through a smile. “God, you’re one of a kind, princess.”
“That’s really great, Luca,” I say, but now, I’m starting to get a little frustrated. I mean, he’s still inside me. And I would prefer to keep it that way, but now he’s talking about how fucking cute I am; at least, I think he’s trying to compliment me. “But it would be even better if we keep doing, you know—” I glance down at where we’re connected and wiggle my hips “—this.”
Luca’s eyes turn heated, and in a swift yet gentle movement, he presses his cock all the way in, filling me completely.
Oh, hell’s bells, that’s good.
No, it’s better than good. It’s perfect.
“I’m losing my fucking mind right now over how amazing you feel,” he whispers earnestly into my ear. “It’s so good, Billie. So fucking good.”
I moan.
“Goddamn,” he says hotly into my ear. “With your sexy little body beneath me and your pussy gripping me so tight, it’s nearly too fucking much.”
I clutch his shoulders with my fingers, and I can’t stop myself from digging my nails into his skin when he starts up a rhythm that urges my eyes to roll back inside my head.
“I know, without a doubt, this is my favorite part of the trip.”
“Ditto, princess.” Luca smirks, and then his mouth is on mine, sliding his tongue past my lips and kissing me with the kind of passion I thought only existed on the big screen.
He pushes himself deeper and deeper over and over again, and with each gliding stroke, I get a little closer to euphoria. Stars start to dance behind my eyes, and uncontrollable whimpers escape my lips. I’m so close.
“Yes,” he says. “God, yes.”
Or I think he says that. At this point, I don’t know what’s being said, I just know he feels so good that I’m torn between wanting to feel my climax and never wanting it to end.
Sure, this probably isn’t the best idea.
Sure, there could be repercussions.
But the pleasure of feeling him—feeling us together—is all my mind can handle.