Cara's pov
Luca tended to be less difficult and much amenable after we made love so the original plan was to have mind blowing sex with him then ease into Diego's request. Don't get me wrong, talking with Luca was much better now compared to our early beginnings, it was just that our after sex conversations were much more open and relaxed.
Tiredness and satiety usually brought that out in a stubborn, ever questioning man like Luca.
Waiting until then was the only way I could breach the subject naturally and if I was being honest with myself, it also guaranteed a lesser intensity of self loathing for ever resigning myself to that bastard's demands.
It was the perfect time and period.
But never did I expect to be the one swept away. All thoughts of Diego, his blackmail and his deadline bound out of my mind like thieves fleeing the crime scene.
"Luca? What are you doing?" My words came out in choppy breaths as I gazed down at him, eyes wide, as he adjusted my hips over his face.
"Having a feast of what's mine," he drawled, his low timbre traveling all the way up to my center, causing me to shudder.
Lesson number one, never ask a mouth below your pussy any questions. Especially one with a voice lower than the baritone in an orchestra.
When he kissed me right on my entrance, I jolted, my head thrown back, the pleasure of already drawing close to release slicing through me like the sharpest blade.
Luca's lips brushed me here and there, his hot breath teasing me to a torturous level. If he didn't get to business, I was going to break.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I groaned, propping my hands on his torso as I leaned back.
Luca chuckled darkly against my very, very sensitive folds, clearly enjoying my sexual torment.
My eyes rolled back, he WAS trying to kill me.
Frustrated by his games, I felt around his abs until my seeking fingers brushed his c0ck.
"Cara," the teasing note from his voice was gone now.
His tongue took an aggressive lick of my opening.
I nearly leapt for the ceiling but his strong grip on my thighs prevented me. I squirmed, twisting my hips to get another sensation from his wicked mouth, and he groaned ruggedly on me.
"Be good," he chided, stern, a little rough. His hands on my hips latched on even tighter, holding me still against him, and I expectedly shivered at the powerful command in his words.
I became chastened immediately, taking my hand away from his swollen c0ck and trying my best to remain calm.
Luca awarded me with another swipe of his tongue, then a hard suck of my labia, then a soft lick on my clit.
White spots burst my eyes, my lids unable to decide if they wanted to stay open or close. I bit down on my lower lips, overcome with hot, sizzling pleasure.
"Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes." I fell forward, catching myself on the headboard as I moaned over and over.
Luca arched his throat to lick into me, his tongue sheathed by my folds and then he began to fuck me with it, grunting and panting into me, the feel of his stubble rubbing against my inner thighs, the sound of his deep-chested grunts reverberating all the way through me like a network of currents.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. I was seeing stars, I was out of control. My hands turned white as I gripped the headboard tightly.
My thighs were shaking but it didn't stop me from rocking against his mouth, his face, desperate for more contact, more friction, wanting to sate the deep pulsing ache in my core.
The noises Luca was making were driving me insane and I could hear him eating me out-the slick sliding noises of his tongue thrusting into me, the slurping noises of it curling inside. Wet and filthy and obscene.
He growled something muffled that sounded very much like, "you're fucking delicious," and it edged me on even more.
I gazed down at him, one hand releasing the headboard to rake into his hair. Luca's grey eyes stared up at me, dark excitement glinting in them.
His dominant hand released my hip and disappeared between my spread thighs, and for the second time, I nearly shot up the ceiling.
His thumb was drawing circles around my clit, pinching, rubbing and flicking and I was trembling, spasming. Clenching.
I was feeling multiple things at once, so much that it was becoming all too much to take, to endure. It was greater than I was.
The sound that poured out of my mouth was embarrassingly loud. I sounded like an animal in need, making an incoherent mix of noises.
Luca continued to destroy me in the way only he could, thorough and hasty in a way that gave new meaning to the word passionate.
I was close, so so close. My body was electric, my core had a beating heart of its own, every stretch of my skin was hot and sweaty and I was making a wet mess of Luca's face.
Dirty, dirty sounds of him working my folds and licking my arousal filled the room.
"Your pussy is such a whore for my tongue," Luca was saying and I knew I wasn't going to last long. Especially if he continued to spew such obscene things.
"Look how puffy you are," a deep suck, "dripping wet, just for me." A long lick.
I was melting and at the same time as I was shooting through space.
"Grab your tits and tweak those plump nipples," he ordered and when I obeyed immediately, he growled on me and I caught a whimper in my throat. "Gosh, you look like a freaking pornstar. Sexy and divine."
I moaned like a pornstar alright, incensed by his dirty praise, his deep voice coursing across my body, his expert mouth. I came so fucking hard, bursting through like a dam, violent and catastrophic. My entire body crackled with electricity, tremors shook all the way through my bones.
Again and again, these hot waves rolled through me, neverending, and they went on until my body was completely depleted. I collapsed against the headboard, feeling weightless when Luca lifted me and me back down his body and tucked me to his side.
I turned pink when I saw his face, shiny and wet like a toddler who'd gotten his hands on milk. It was decadent to see.
Luca however didn't mind and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in for a passionate kiss.
The kiss went on and on and I started to feel him grow. He stopped me when I tried to reach for him, his face pinched as if in pain when he said, "not yet."
We were content to enjoy the sound of our own breathing after that and I basked in the beauty of something as simple as cuddling in silence but my cruel mind was growing determined to ruin that for me, thoughts I didn't want resurfacing, especially right now, gradually materialized.
FIVE DAYS, YOU HAVE ONLY FIVE DAYS LEFT TO GATHER THE MONEY.
A voice in my head, reminded ruthlessly.
NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO BRING UP DIEGO'S REQUEST.
Heaving a deep breath, I went for it. "Luca?"
"Hm?" Luca sounded sleepy and that gave me more courage.
I traced circles on his broad chest. "About what my brother said at the party," I swallowed, the self loathing already kicking in, "do you want to consider it?"
I couldn't believe I was helping Diego get what he wanted. Sending him his blackmail money was ten times better than actively trying to assist him. With Luca involved for that matter, I wanted to throw up.
Luca glanced down at me and I couldn't blame for the confusion dancing in his eyes. I didn't think I'd be doing something like this either.
"Do you want me to?" He asked.
My eyes dropped to the imaginary circles I was drawing on his skin because I couldn't hold his gaze any more. "I'd like that." I forced myself to say. I'd rather watch Diego choke on a fish bone during a call with 911 about my stolen purse but we can't do what we want all the time, can we?
Luca looked mystified. "You would? Why?"
Even I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth next. "I don't know… because he's still family? And I'd love it if you two get along."
I got a long, silent and uncomfortable stare. Jesus, I suddenly wanted to pee or maybe take a shower while at it to try to get rid of some of the filth I was feeling and after I'm done, I can make a quick trip to the church and beg God to kill Diego and make his soul suffer in the worst part of hell for all eternity and–
"Okay."
Wait, okay?
My gaze shot up, "okay? You'd see him?"
Luca shrugged. "If that's what you want."
I studied him for a brief moment, trying to read him for any tell that contradicted his words and like most times I've done this, I found nothing. I was basically trying to read a statue.
But my female intuition was telling me that something was wrong, very wrong and I should prepare for it.
"You won't try to kill him or anything. I mean I know Diego can be a giant prick–" understatement of the year "–but I can trust you not to shoot him dead?"
Half of me didn't care if Luca ended up chopping him into bits but the other half wanted him alive, at least until every trace of those cursed videos was gone.
Luca's somewhat dark smile was daunting. "We'd just talk, I promise."
I considered him for another second then nodded, squeezing back against his warm body and I suddenly felt like a ninety pound load had been lifted off me.
That was one problem down. Now, I only needed to focus on how to whip up twenty five thousand dollars in five fucking days.
Seemed like light work.