I glared at Luca, but he smirked, hunger on his face. He stood, and his erection twitched. I watched as he began stroking himself in front of my face. I knew what he wanted. I parted my lips and he slid his tip in. The saltiness of his pre-cum spread on my tongue. I couldn’t believe I was blowing Luca with Gianna close by, but the wrongness of it turned me on even more. What was wrong with me? Luca caressed my cheek as his other hand cupped the back of my head. His eyes never left me as he slowly slid in and out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure why I liked it, but I did.
“You’re so beautiful, Aria,” he murmured, pushing a bit deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip and he exhaled sharply, so I did it again.
Gianna’s step receded down the stairs but I kept sucking Luca, slow and sensually. Luca’s hand guided me, a light pressure against my head. I sucked him faster, increasing the pressure of my lips. “Cup my balls.”
I did. I loved how soft they felt in my palm. Luca rocked his hips faster. “I want to come in your mouth, principessa,” he said harshly. I wasn’t sure if that was something I’d like, but Luca didn’t mind tasting me down there, so I should at least give it a try. I nodded and sucked him deeper into my mouth. Luca growled, his hips bucking faster. After a few more thrusts, he came in my mouth. I swallowed. It tasted strange and was more than I’d thought it would be but it wasn’t exactly bad.
Luca still stroked my cheek as he softened in my mouth. He pulled back, his penis sliding out from between my lips. I swallowed again. Luca grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet, his mouth crashing down on mine in a fierce kiss. He didn’t mind tasting himself on me. “I hope you remember this all day.”
***
Luca left shortly after breakfast and Gianna immediately pulled me out onto the roof terrace, away from Romero’s attentive ears.
“What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange all morning. Why didn’t you answer when I called you this morning?”
I looked away, a blush spreading on my cheeks. Gianna’s eyes shot open. “What did he do?”
“He went down on me,” I admitted.
“You let him?”
I laughed. “Yes.” More heat rose into my cheeks at the sound of eagerness in my voice.
Gianna leaned forward. “You like it?”
“I love it.”
Gianna bit her lip. “I hate thinking about you with him, but you really seem to enjoy it. I guess it has its advantages that Luca fucked every society girl in New York.”
I didn’t want to think about it.
“So how does it feel?”
“As if I’m shattering. It’s overwhelming and amazing, and I don’t know how to describe it.”
“But you didn’t sleep with him?”
I shook my head. “Not yet, but I don’t think Luca wants to wait much longer.”
“Fuck him. He can screw himself.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did he make you blow him?”
“He didn’t make me. I wanted to do it.”
Gianna looked doubtful. “And? Tell me more. You know I have to vicariously live through you. I’m so fucking tired of being under surveillance all day. I want a boyfriend. I want to have sex and have orgasms.”
I snorted. “I doubt Father will allow it.”
“I don’t intend to ask him,” Gianna said with a shrug. “I’m here now. Nobody’s stopping me from having fun, right?”
My eyes widened. “Father would kill me if I let you hook up with guys while you were here.”
“He doesn’t have to know, does he?” She shrugged again. “It’s not like I would tell him.”
I gaped, then laughed. “Well, unless you want to seduce Romero or Matteo your options are kind of limited.”
“Ugh, no. I don’t want either of them. I want a normal guy. A guy who doesn’t know who I am.”
“Well, I don’t know how we could find a guy for you.”
Gianna grinned. “How about we hit a club?”
“Romero won’t let me out of his sight after I ran away from him once. There’s no way we can escape him and go off to a club.”
Gianna contemplated this. I worried about the crazy plan she might come up with. I actually liked the idea of going out for a night of dancing. I’d always imagined how it would be to spend a night on the dance floor and let loose.
“Romero can come with us. He’s guarding you, not me. Maybe I can slip away.”
“And then what? A quickie in a restroom stall? Do you really want to experience all your firsts like that?”
Gianna glared. “At least, I’d experience them on my own terms. It would be my choice. You don’t have a choice at all. Luca and Father took them all away. I don’t get how you can be so calm about it. How can you not hate Luca?”
Sometimes I wondered that myself. “I should hate him.”
Gianna’s face crumbled. “But you don’t. Fuck, Aria, do you actually care about him? Love him?”
“Would you really prefer I hate him and be miserable?”
“He treats you like a prisoner. You don’t really believe Romero is just for your protection, right? He keeps an eye on you, so no other guy gets a piece of you.”
I knew that. “Let’s go shopping.”
“Really? That’s so trophy wife of you.”
“Shut up,” I said teasingly, wanting to light the mood. “Shopping for hot outfits for tonight. We can hit one of Luca’s clubs.”
Gianna grinned. “I want to wear something that gives guys a fucking boner from looking at me.”
***
Romero had waited outside the store while we went shopping. He’d probably checked beforehand if there was a back entrance we could use to escape. I hadn’t told him about our plan to head out to a club yet. It was better if I sprang it on him at the last moment.
Gianna whistled as I turned around so she could admire my outfit. “Holy shit. You are sex on legs. Or maybe death on legs, because Luca will probably kill every guy that looks at you the wrong way.”
I rolled my eyes. “Luca won’t kill anyone for looking.”
“Wanna bet on that?”
No, I wouldn’t. I’d never worn anything that sexy in public. The black leather pants hugged my body so tightly, they looked like a second skin. The sheer black sleeveless blouse I’d tugged into my waistband, revealed my sparkly push-up bra below.