by K. L Mann
My foot grazes something hard and long between his legs. Excitement builds inside of me, knowing exactly what it is. I purposely rub my foot against it, feeling it as best I can. It’s fucking frightening to say the least. A girl can only hope for a well-endowed man, but this is far beyond that. He’s damn near inhuman below the belt.
I’m a goner.
“I was going to beg you for more, until you pulled me out of my imagination,” I admit, feeling pressure and warmth build deeper with his pace picking up.
“So, beg for more, princess.”
Dangerous words in a lethal invitation to a party I must attend.
My body is in control now, I can’t stop myself from giving in. Oh I’ll beg, and you’ll give it to me. You’ll give me whatever I want.
I feel another finger slip inside of me and it almost hurts, but it feels too good to make him stop. He said once the game begins, it doesn’t stop.
Fuck this feels so good.
“Please fuck me Luca, make me ride your cock,” I blurt. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if my begging is sufficient for him or not. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
I’m not backing down, I’m doing this.
“You want to ride my cock, brat? Is that what you’re begging me for right now?” he taunts, rubbing my clit harder.
Anger and lust melt together inside of me, he has called me a brat since I was a kid. I hate it, but somehow it feels different now. It’s kind of hot.
Shit, not kind of, it’s really fucking hot.
“So bad,” I pout, feeling his fingers bringing me closer to the edge. I don’t want to come, not until his cock makes me. “Please, it’ll feel so good,” I plead some more for good measure.
Luca’s fingers leave my pussy and his hand pulls my bikini bottoms off of me in a swift motion that makes the water splash. He pulls my other leg, and swings it around himself. The leg that was in his lap, falls to the side of his thigh, so I’m straddled on top of him. He pulls my body closer into his, lifting us up onto the next step. Our legs are still in the water, but my pussy feels the cool air hit it gently, making me shudder.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls my bikini top off of me. My nipples bead when he does and I sink further down on top of him. His hard cock bushes against my pussy lips, making me shiver with need. My hair is wet from my swim earlier and falling around my face. I’m completely exposed to him but I don’t feel the need to shy away. I want more.
I can feel his cock against my skin but my lips need him first. My breasts rub against his chest as I push my mouth against his. This time, this time he kisses me back. He kisses me like fire in rainfall, struggling to survive. My mouth opens for him, letting his tongue claim me. I’m lost in him, begging for never ending bliss. My hips roll, grinding my body low against his stiffness. I hear a desperate sound come from his throat. He pulls his lips from mine.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control, princess.” Luca looks me in the eyes, pleading for confirmation.
Smiling, I grab one of his hands off of my waist, and move it to my arm, rubbing his fingers against my implant. He smirks as he feels it.
“Please tell me you don’t have any STD’s.” I tease back.
“Never have, never will.” He grins. “I’m assuming you’re clean too?”
“Yep,” I pant, dying to get back to business.
Luca’s hands lift me up by my ass, and he hovers me above the tip of his cock. It’s going to hurt; I know it is just by looking at it. I squeeze my hands around his shoulders and brace myself. He lowers me down and I feel his cock pushing against the edge of my hole. Pressure builds as he lets me fall further down. He’s moving slowly at first, until he lets me fall on top of it completely.
Pain shoots through me for a few seconds, throbbing inside of me making me dig my nails into his shoulders. I refuse to let the stinging sensation take over me. I wince and lift myself up a little bit, then fall back down on it. Heat fills my stomach and my clit tingles as I move. Luca grabs my ass with one hand then moves his mouth to bite down on my nipple.
Pathetically loud moans escape me.
“You’re so big,” I pout, feeling like I can’t move anymore. “Fuck, I want more, please more,” I whimper, trying to go deeper.
My hips move up and down, making little thrusts into myself each time.
Luca groans deep in his throat. “Goddamn, you’re snug as fuck, brat. Shit, it’s like you’re a fucking virgin.”
My breath hitches, and I pretend I didn’t hear him. I keep moving, feeling my cheeks get red. The pain has nearly subsided entirely, and the new sensation of pleasure takes over. Luca looks at me strangely, then holds me in place, stopping my ride.
His eyes change. His expression is maddeningly erotic but he’s not happy, he’s pissed. His deep blues are interrogating me as he figures out my secret.
“You’re fucking kidding.”
“What? I didn’t say anything,” I rasp, wanting to keep going and ignore the elephant in the room. Though his cock feels great inside of me even without the movement.
“Arianna. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
Why couldn’t he just leave it alone and fuck me?
“Your cock is inside of me right now, so no, not anymore.” I can’t help but smile.
“Oh my God,” he groans, pulling a hand through his hair. “I’m going to hell. Fuck, why didn’t you say anything?” He asks in a rushed, panicked tone.
“Would you have got in the pool if you knew?”
“Are you kidding me? Fuck no, I can’t take your virginity, Arianna. Are you insane?”
“I’ve been fucking myself since I was sixteen, it’s hardly a big deal.” My hips rock as best as they can in his hold. I don’t want him to stop.
“Arianna,” he warns.
“I’ve thought about you while doing it… thought about this moment.” I’m able to push myself deeper on to his cock and it makes me moan. “You said the game doesn’t stop, so keep playing. Please.”
Luca still looks angry, but his grip that was stopping me from riding him loosens. He doesn’t speak, but my body takes the opportunity to keep fucking him. Sliding up and down on his ridiculously hard cock.
“When you came to my 18th birthday party, I watched you sneak off with that blonde girl, in the red dress. I followed you because I was curious…” I start to tell the story, moving my hips faster. “You didn’t see me, no one saw me sneak off, but I did. I watched you bend her over behind the pool house at the estate. I hid in the bushes and watched you make her come so hard she shook. I thought about it for weeks after, humping my pillow, pretending to be her. I wanted to be her so fucking badly. Wanted to walk back into my party with your come spilling down my legs.”
Luca holds my waist and helps me bounce on top of him. I’ve won him back; we aren’t stopping now; not until we come for each other.
“You watched us?” He raises an eyebrow at me, gripping my ass in his hands tighter.
“You fucked her so hard, she bit her own hand to stay quiet. You didn’t kiss her though, not once. Oh God.” I recount the memory, feeling pressure building inside of me as I do.
I don’t know how much longer I can ride him, my knees are sore and my energy is draining. I’ve been on the edge of orgasm for far too long.
Luca smirks. “Such a shameless little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry out and tip my head back. “Please make me come, bend me over like you did to her.” Gasping as my clit brushes against his stomach, my body tingles all over.
“Fuck,” he curses, and lifts me up, keeping his cock embedded in me for a moment.
My legs fall into the water as he slips out of me. He grabs my hair and pushes my head down, bending me over the side of the pool. The water ends at the top of my thighs, letting the cool air hit my wet heat.
He doesn’t slide inside of me slowly this time, he thrusts into me fast and deep, impaling me to the hilt. He doesn’t p
ause either, he attacks. Pulling out and shoving himself back in like a sex God. Each of his thrusts hit me in the deepest point of pleasure, consuming all my thoughts.
“God yes, just like that Luca,” I chant, pushing my ass further back into him.
He grunts in appreciation, his hands squeezing my hips hard enough to make me squirm.
“That’s right, scream my name, little brat. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
Luca grabs each of my arms and holds my hands behind my back, locking me in place. His cock is stretching me ruthlessly. I’ve never felt so full. It feels so fucking good, so fucking right.
All of the sensations overwhelm me, pulling me closer to my end. The pool water is splashing my clit as he slams into me, teasing me with every stroke. His cock is merciless, angry and downright vicious, just like I’ve been craving. He’s so perfect and I’m done being starved for him. I want him and I’m going to keep taking him.
“Luca!” I moan out, inches from the edge. “I’m gonna come, please don’t stop,” I pant, trying to speak through my moans and soft grunts. “You feel so fucking good in me.”
“Fuck yeah I do. Better than a little fucking pillow, is it? Little cock hungry sluts need more than masturbation, huh?”
“Yes, oh my God. So. Much. Better!”
Luca groans deep, gripping my hips harder, digging in with enough pressure to make me squeal.
“Come on my dick, Arianna. Show me how good it feels to be bent over in your brother’s house, fucking his best friend, like a little fucking whore.”
The biggest build up I’ve ever felt ends, gushing through me, exploding like a firecracker. My walls tighten and untighten rapidly on him, like a heartbeat after sprinting.
“I’m coming,” I almost scream, moaning. My release pours out of me and coats him in the evidence of just how much I enjoy his cock. “Holy shit, it feels so good,” I rasp, as he keeps fucking me through it. He’s insatiable. “Give me your cum Luca, I want it all.”
His hand smacks across my ass and I wince, it stings but it was still sexy.
“Yeah? You want my cum in your tight little cunt? You want me to be the first person to claim your pussy as their own?” Luca asks through his teeth.
“Yes, fuck,” I pant, dying for the sensation I’ve never felt before. “Fill me up please! I want to feel it fall down my thighs when you pull out of me,” I moan, pushing back into every thrust he gives me.
Luca grunts, cursing loudly, pushing three deep and slow thrusts into me. More heat fills my wetness and I know it’s his cum. I’ve never felt so satisfied and content and Luca fucking Caruso did it to me.
I’m so fucked.
He stays still inside of me for a minute, and I stay laying against the tiles catching my breath. The coolness of the floor mixed with the heat of our skin makes me feel feverish. I’ve given myself countless orgasms, but none of them have ever felt that good. His hands explore my skin, like he’s making sure that I’m real. Soft little strokes, up and down my Back, around my ribs and down my arms. I want to do the same to him, I want more. I’ve never wanted to cuddle Luca, but this feels exactly like what cuddling is. He’s soothing me out of my trance.
He pulls out of me slowly, and just like I wanted, I feel wetness slip down my thighs. After basking in the new pleasure, I put myself back into the water, off of the tiles.
We meet face to face again.
“Fuck.” He shakes his head looking down at me. His hand softly cups my cheek, his thumb rubbing just under my eye slowly as he takes in my body with his gaze. “I don’t know who’s going to kill me first, Lorenzo or Gio.”
I stifle a little laugh. “Was it worth it?”
He takes his free hand and mirrors his grasp on my face with it. Now his hands are both wrapped around my face, allowing him to pull me in. Our lips meet, and my skin flames as his tongue scrapes mine. He teases my mouth slowly, like a championed man winning an overdue medal. My nipples harden when they touch his body, sending shivers through my arms.
“So worth it,” he declares after pulling his lips from mine.
“Can we do it again? Later?” I ask shamelessly.
Luca steps away from me slowly, still keeping his eyes on my body he lets a little smirk dance on his face. “I’ll think about it.”
He says that, but his smile looks like a yes. He starts to walk out of the pool, his body glistens in the red lights. I find myself missing him already.
“Are you going to tell them?”
“Why? So, they can kill me faster?”
“Right.”
Stupid question.
Luca
Holy fucking shit.
Did that just happen?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
After I threw my clothes onto my wet body, I immediately knew where I had to go. Despite how cloudy my mind is, I still have some useful thoughts floating around. The most important of those thoughts being security.
That’s why I’m currently trying to walk as casually as possible to the office. Because I just took my best friends little sister’s virginity on fucking camera. Erasing all evidence that isn’t ingrained into my mind is a shitty thing to have to do. If I could replay it on a loop for the rest of my lifetime I would, but I doubt she even realized that the pool room has cameras. So deleting it before any other eyes can see it is my only option.
Luckily, I have full access and Gio isn’t home, giving me an ample amount of time to do the deed. Part of me desperately wants to watch it, but I can’t. I can’t do that without her permission. Scanning through the clips quickly, I erase everything, including her little masturbation show.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have been watching her do that either.
I was going to leave, at least I told myself I was. Then she whimpered my name and I was a goner. I saw myself giving into her before the invitation was even extended.
Virgin.
I should have known that shit.
I guess I just assumed she was capable of being as sneaky as Marco. It was her first time and she didn’t even hesitate to ask for another round. She was a fucking Goddess, taking my dick like she was starving for it. Starving for me.
No, there's no way it was about more than getting off. She wants Gio and yet knowing that isn’t going to deter me from going back. I’m going to shatter my own heart just to be with her as long as I can. What is wrong with him? He must know that he’s missing out on a one and a million girl. How can he sit back and let someone else swoop in? Me of all people.
Fuck.
I’m so fucking screwed.
Locking the office backup and sneaking out of it, I debate going to find her this soon. My phone pings, making the decision for me.
Gio: Lilith’s tonight. Arianna is coming. Poker with Sal and Loui.
Luca: Is this your idea of making it up to her? Poker night?
Gio: She wants to go out, I’ll take her out, on my terms.
Luca: How kind.
Gio: Be ready in an hour, try not to make her cry again.
Luca: Thanks for reminding me, ass.
I’ll make her cry out in pleasure next time, dick.
This is bad, this is so bad. I just fucked her like an animal and now I have to sit through a formal game of poker with her? My mind is going to explode.
Focus.
Taking one step at a time, I force myself to shower and settle into a calm state.
Chapter 4: High Stakes
“To me, the very definition of the word "broken"
suggests that something can be fixed.”
–Elijah Mikaelson
Arianna
After Luca left, I put my bikini back on and got out of the pool. My fingers and toes looked like raisins. A hint of guilt tried to sneak into my mind but I pushed it out, refusing to accept it. I didn’t do anything wrong, and I won’t act like I did.
I’ve been doing homework for a few hours, getting ahead on stuff so I’ll have less to do this week. I hate deadlines, they make me nervous s
o I always try to work ahead. But I'm getting bored, and antsy.
I want to tell Katherine about what happened with Luca. I’m pretty sure she’d keep my secret, but I don’t want Lorenzo to find out and come home early. She could probably calm him down, but I don’t trust that he won’t seriously injure Luca. I doubt he’d kill him, they’ve been friends for too long. The weirdest thing is, I actually think papa would approve of Gio or Luca. He loves them both and thinks highly of them, so what the hell is Lorenzo’s aversion to it?
A text from Gio pulls me out of my thoughts.
Gio: We’re going to dinner in an hour, dress formal.
Arianna: What? Why? No one is supposed to know I’m here, remember?
Gio: No one will, private restaurant. Be ready.
Arianna: Fine, bossy.
I shut my laptop and huff. He always texts me like that, like he’s in the biggest rush. It makes me feel like some weird business transaction.
Arianna: Are you coming to dinner too?
Luca: Indeed.
Arianna: Okay, good.
Good? Seriously Arianna? Could you be any more transparently horny?
Shaking off my terrible texting prowess, I reluctantly get up. An hour means I need to get ready now, and I have to find something of Katherine’s to wear. I didn’t prepare for formal dinners therefore I don’t have a single dress prepared. I came here to do school work, escape reality and relax for a change. But no way are they leaving me alone after sneaking out yesterday. All around it was a bad idea on my part, I suppose.
Katherine’s style is significantly bolder than mine but I’m able to find something in my comfort zone. A light pink satin A–line gown with off the shoulder sleeves, a thin diamond strip ‘belt’ and a small v–neck. It’s basically perfect, a bit prom style, but still age appropriate. When I take it off the rack, I realize it has pockets and that seals the deal.
This is so stupid. This is a big part of the reason I didn’t want to go back to my house. Fancy dinners, expectations and boring conversations to be polite. I like dressing up, but sometimes it’s exhausting having to look a certain way. I think all women can agree that their happy place includes anywhere they can be braless and barefaced.
