Chapter 338: You Asked For This... (R-18)

Luca kicked the guest-room door shut with his heel and set Rachel down only long enough to crush his mouth against hers.

The kiss had none of the soft, teasing quality of the ones she had stolen earlier. It was deep, hungry, relentless.

His tongue slid past her lips the moment she gasped, tasting the lingering sweetness of the drink she had given him. One hand slipped under the hem of her blouse to palm the heavy curve of her breast through thin lace. The other gripped her waist and pulled her flush against the hard line of his body.

Her mind spun.

’This is it. It’s actually happening.’

Her fingers, still clumsy with nerves, finished what she had started in the living room. She worked his belt free, then the button and zipper, pushing the fabric down just enough to free him.

The size of him against her palm made her breath catch. She had imagined it, but the reality was thicker, hotter, far more intimidating.

Heat flooded her face. She was still half-dressed, still hesitant, yet every brush of his thumb across her nipple through the lace sent another jolt straight between her legs.

He broke the kiss only long enough to peel her blouse over her head. The bra followed a second later. His eyes darkened as her full breasts spilled free. He didn’t bother with subtlety.

He cupped them both, thumbs stroking, then lowered his head to take one tight peak into his mouth while his free hand shoved her skirt and panties down her thighs in one rough motion.

Her knees nearly buckled. She was completely bare now, petite frame trembling, skin flushed from cheeks to chest. He remained only half-undressed, trousers open, cock heavy and flushed against her stomach.

He guided her backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. One firm push and she was on her hands and knees on the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat flooding her body.

He didn’t wait. He knelt behind her, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades so her chest sank into the mattress, the other guiding himself to her entrance.

The blunt head nudged against her. She bit her lower lip hard as he pushed in, slow at first, then deeper, stretching her open in a single continuous thrust until he was seated to the hilt.

"You asked for this," he growled, voice rough with the drug and something darker.

Her fingers clenched around the nearest pillow, knuckles whitening. The first real thrust punched a moan out of her, raw and startled, the sound ripping free before she could stop it.

He filled her so completely that her body had to stretch around him, the thick slide of him dragging against every sensitive place inside.

The second thrust came harder. She bit down on the pillowcase to muffle the broken sound that tore from her throat. Skin met skin in a steady, wet rhythm that filled the quiet room, the soft, obscene slap of his hips against her ass, the slick sound of him working deeper with every stroke.

Heat bloomed low in her belly. Each time he bottomed out she felt the blunt pressure of him pressing against something deep and electric, and her toes curled against the sheets.

His hands stayed busy. One gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks, fingers digging into soft flesh as he held her steady for the next thrust.

The other reached under her, palm sliding over the curve of her breast, thumb and forefinger finding a tight nipple and rolling it slowly.

Every deliberate pinch made her clench around him, the sudden squeeze drawing a low, satisfied sound from his chest. He did it again, twist, roll, tug, just to feel the way her body tightened and fluttered in response.

She was soaked, impossibly tight, the wet heat of her gripping him on every withdrawal and welcoming him back in with a slick, greedy pull.

Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Her face stayed buried in the pillow, bright red from the tips of her ears all the way down her throat, breath coming in short, shaky bursts.

Every time he buried himself to the hilt she made that same broken little sound, half moan, half whimper, like she couldn’t decide whether it was too much or not nearly enough.

He didn’t ease up. He kept the same deep, relentless pace, hips rolling in a way that ground against her with every stroke, forcing her to feel every thick inch of him.

The stretch never quite stopped being intense. Her thighs trembled. The pillow under her cheek was already damp with her own breath and the quiet, helpless noises she couldn’t fully swallow.

Then her phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Rachel froze.

Sophie’s name flashed across the screen.

’Oh, no!’

She tried to reach for the phone, suddenly desperate to buy herself a moment to think. Luca, however, seemed barely aware of the interruption.

Her eyes flew open. She tried to twist, tried to slow him with a shaky hand on his thigh. "Luca—wait—Sophie—"

He didn’t stop. He only leaned over her, chest against her back, and kept moving while she fumbled for the phone with trembling fingers.

Rachel finally managed to grab the phone.

She accepted the call on speaker before she could think better of it.

"Rachel? Where are you two? I’ve been waiting for you to come home."

Rachel swallowed, trying to make her voice sound normal.

"We’re... we’re still on our way with Luca. The traffic’s terrible."

Behind her he drove in harder, a low groan rolling out of his throat that the phone almost caught. Her free hand shot back, nails digging into his thigh in a desperate silent plea.

Rachel nearly dropped the phone.

"Anyway, I’ll call you later! Bye!" she blurted, and ended the call so fast the screen went dark before Sophie could ask another question.

Rachel stared at the dark screen, her mind racing. She had barely managed to get through that conversation without giving herself away.

’That was close!’

The second the line died she collapsed forward again, forehead pressed to the pillow, body shaking.

He was still buried deep, still moving, and the sheer size of him inside her felt even more overwhelming now that the interruption was gone.

She could feel every thick inch, every ridge, every deliberate roll of his hips.

He didn’t give her time to recover. One strong arm wrapped around her waist and flipped her onto her back in a single smooth motion.

Her legs fell open around his hips.

Her flushed face stared up at him, eyes wide, lips swollen.

He braced himself above her, still buried to the root, and the corner of his mouth curved in that familiar, teasing smirk.

"Do you wanna learn something crazy?"

She could only manage a soft, dazed "Huh?"