Page 20 of Sucker Love (Sugar Pill Duet #1)

“Aw.” The bed dips under his weight as he sits down beside me. “That’s just too bad, stunt girl.” When I raise up on my elbows and open my mouth to whine again, he slaps my ass. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

I drop back to the bed and face forward again. My fingers tighten around the frame, my palms already slick with sweat. I’m so damn excited it’s nearly impossible to keep myself still, to keep myself from grinding down into the blankets.

“Be good ,” he reminds me. “Are you ready?”

I don’t know what I’m supposed to be ready for, but I nod anyway.

I hear the sound of him blowing out the candle and then I think I do know what’s coming, though I’ve never done it—wax play, that is—and I’m not necessarily averse to it but we never actually talked about this.

Maybe that’s why we need the safe word. Maybe the smart thing to do would be to whip it out here and now, or at least stop long enough to talk about this, but of course I don’t.

I’ve gone absolutely stupid with horniness and I want wherever this is going, first or second-degree burns be damned.

I brace myself for hot wax to spatter across my body.

But here Luca does surprise me. When the liquid hits me between the shoulder blades, I gasp—but not from pain. It isn’t wax. I know just from the feel of it that it is oil , pleasantly warm and fragrant as it oozes across my back. It smells like jasmine.

“What’s…” My confused whisper is breathy as he massages it into my back with strong, expert hands. “What is that?”

“It’s a massage candle,” he tells me. I can hear the smile in his voice. “When the candle melts it turns to oil. Is it okay?”

“Yeah.” I’ve never heard of this in my life. I did not know this existed until just this moment but I’m delighted at this discovery. “Yeah, it’s definitely okay.”

“Then relax and enjoy. ”

But I am all overripe skin beneath his touch, bursting and outsized with the breadth of my need.

His fingers knead into my shoulders and then glide downward, pushing on either side of my spine, and it’s all so much more heightened without being able to see.

I turn my face to the side and lay my cheek on my arm, panting a little, and I moan his name softly as he works his way down to the small of my back.

The damp tip of his erection brushes against my hip and I try to squirm closer to it, but I’m punished with another smack on my ass.

“I told you to be still,” he admonishes me.

“ Luca. ” His name in my mouth becomes a wail.

He pours more oil on my back. I gasp again, but it’s all pleasure, all want; my desperation and desire is an enormous and still-growing thing.

“Needy boy,” Luca murmurs affectionally.

His slick hands slip over my ass and down between my thighs, fingertips rubbing in tantalizing circles.

I’m so, so painfully hard, pinned against the mattress, and I know if I move he’ll spank me again.

Tempting. But I also really want to come, I really, really do, and I need him to touch me if I’m going to do that.

And then—and then —he’s moving over me, I can feel it in the way the mattress shifts even before his hips push against my backside and his very hard cock is sliding between my oiled up cheeks.

I hear his breath escape in a shivery, shuddering groan and oh my god fuck I want him in me so bad and it wouldn’t even take much we’re both so slippery, he could just put it right the fuck in.

His face pushes alongside mine and he nips my ear, and I’m making sounds that aren’t even human .

“Oh, please,” I whisper. “Please. Luca.”

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, and I arch up against him.

“That feels incredible.” And I think he’s going to do it, just fuck me raw.

I don’t even care how risky or stupid that might be, I’m so out of my damn mind all I can do is try to maneuver his dick into a position where it might slip into me.

His chest rumbles with laughter against my back.

“You want to be fucked, don’t you?” Luca asks me softly.

“Mmm.” Words are hard, they’re hard hard hard .

“Want me inside you?” His hips nudge me. “Be bred like a slut?” And I cannot speak to answer him; I am beneath that now. I’ve been reduced to little more than exposed nerve endings, badly frayed and twitching. His fingers dig into my flesh until I cry out. “Yes or no, Noel.”

Oh my fucking god. “Yes, please?—”

But he denies me anyway. Luca’s moving off me, sliding down me, and I object until he pulls my hips up off the bed.

I think that maybe he’s going to fuck me now but instead he’s pressing kisses to the backs of my thighs and up along the curve of my backside, and I’m quivering and struggling to keep ahold of the frame.

When his tongue pushes into the cleft of my ass I actually cry out, startled by the incredible sensation because I have never, ever been rimmed before.

My back bows as he laps me with insistent strokes of his tongue and his hand’s slipping between my legs and up my belly, and fuck when he touches me at last I nearly fall apart right here and now.

I’m a mess of pre-come and oil and his tongue feels so fucking good and his hand feels so fucking good and oh, god. Oh, god.

“Luca—” And then what I promised myself I’d never fucking do, thought it was stupid and weird but now it just slips right off my tortured tongue: “ Daddy. ”

He makes a low sound in his throat, a possessive growl that vibrates right up my spine. His hand tightens around my cock and his thumb presses into the wet, leaking slit. His tongue traces my hole, flicking against it in a rhythmic manner that is pulling me quickly apart.

My moans stutter in my chest. “I’m—I’m gonna?—”

Luca doesn’t say anything. He just keeps going.

And that’s license enough because I can’t hold myself back anymore.

My balls tighten and my stomach jerks and once again I’m spurting into his hands, across the sheets, spasming and writhing in his arms as they go around me.

My hands come loose from the frame and he flips me over onto my back.

He grunts before something hot and salty spills over me.

He comes across my parted lips, my bared throat and heaving chest and I moan again for the simple pleasure of it, tasting him.

I’ve never felt more like a filthy whore and I fucking love it.

“Fuck,” he’s gasping. “Oh, fuck. Noel.”

He seizes my face in his fingers and the wet rasp of his tongue slides across my cheek. Licking me clean, or dirty, whatever. I don’t care where his mouth’s been. I open my mouth and my tongue touches his and then we’re kissing, hard.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers to me between kisses. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I am? I try to think how that’s true. I didn’t even do anything.

And it’s all sort of falling away from me now, all at once.

My reason is returning and the rest is ebbing away, seeping out of me through that giant, ever-present hole in my core.

He did all that for me without reciprocation.

Oh, no, what if he’s mad at me? That I didn’t do enough?

He’s still kissing me and I’m not responding anymore. Turning my face away, evading him as his tongue drags from my lips to my jaw to my ear. I fuss with the blindfold that is now too tight, a vice bisecting my brain right in half. My breath is coming fast, too fast.

“Okay,” Luca’s saying. “Hold still, let me get it.” He undoes the knot and the satin falls to the floor. I blink into his face stupidly, and he gives me a gentle smile. “Was it good?” he asks me. “Did you like it?”

And my eyes are filling with tears. There’s panic scrabbling in my chest like a wild and caged animal, clawing its way up my throat and escape and I wildly think— am I a slut?

Am I disgusting? I’m covered in his come and my own, and the stupid oil.

It’s everywhere. My sheets are probably ruined.

The self-revulsion is so sudden and so strong. The need to flee is visceral.

Luca’s eyebrows knit together over his clear, gray-green eyes. He is the very picture of concern. “Noel, what’s the matter?”

I try to squirm away from him and it’s harder than it should be, considering we’re both all slicked up from the oil. He holds fast to me and I push against his chest. “No,” I keep saying, and I don’t know what I’m saying no to. “No.”

Concern has become alarm. His face is very close to mine. “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He touches my face. “Was it too much?”

Too many questions and I draw a breath that just isn’t deep enough.

“ No, ” I say again, the word bursting from me.

“No, it’s not you. I—” Don’t know how to articulate this awful feeling.

Like I’m being vivisected before his eyes, my soft and vulnerable parts that are never meant to be seen scattered about for close examination.

I am inside out, I’m all wrong. “Let me go, Luca.”

He does. I stumble away from him at last only to stand alone in the middle of the room, still disgusting, and this isn’t any better either.

It’s much, much worse. I’m trembling all over from something worse than cold and I hate myself so fucking much.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me and I don’t know what to do.

Luca watches me carefully. I can’t get a read on his face.

And he’s still as gorgeous as ever, tousled just-been-fucked hair curling around his face and his tattoos wrapping around his fit as fuck body and I want to be back there.

I want back in his arms but I already bailed.

I’m a fucking idiot. Discarded. Trashed.

He sits up and stretches, and I hear his back crack.

He then stands and walks over to me, and I can’t even bring myself to look up at him, so he takes my face in his hands and tilts it up himself. His eyes search mine for a long moment.

“I’m a stain. ” My voice breaks on the words. “I’m a stain, Luca, I’m a?—”