Page 17 of When the Leaves Fall

LUCA

I think my mom is depressed. If she isn’t at work, she’s caring for Dad or me. Mostly Dad these days. And she rarely gets to rest. Her spark seems to have disappeared. She’s paler than usual, with huge bags under her eyes. Every day, it’s like she’s going through the motions.

I’ve offered to help around the house more or care for Dad longer so she can get more sleep, but she reminds me I’m already taking on so much and I’m just a kid. She apologizes to me constantly. But I know it’s not her fault. I’m not mad at my mom.

I blame my Dad for all of this.

D rew should be here any minute, and I’m trying my darnedest to focus on making the spaghetti and garlic bread rather than letting my nerves take over. Apparently, I’m not doing a great job because the moment I hear my doorbell buzz, I jump a few inches in the air.

Why am I so nervous? I’ve hooked up with women before.

But it’s different with Drew.

I wipe my hands clean with a hand towel I toss it over my shoulder when I reach the intercom. I press the button and speak into the machine. “Yuuuup?”

“Luca?” Drew’s voice sounds timid compared to normal. “It’s Drew.”

“Come on up,” I reply and hit the buzzer to unlock the front doors of the apartment complex.

This is it. No turning back now. Not like that thought even crossed my mind. I want this. I want her. For as long as I can have her.

There’s a quiet knock on my door, and I swing it open.

She’s a sight to see, that’s for sure. The leggings she’s wearing are hugging her curves in all the best ways.

She’s wearing a slouchy top that falls over one of her shoulders.

This outfit is complete with a pair of Birkenstocks and what looks like freshly painted toenails.

Her hair is a little curly too, which surprises me.

I’ve only seen her with her hair pulled back.

She’s absolutely stunning, and it takes me a moment to catch my breath .

“Hi,” she waves sheepishly. She holds up a bottle of wine.. “I brought wine. Hope you like red.”

“That’ll go perfectly with the spaghetti.”

“It smells amazing,” she says.

I open the door wider and gesture for her to come in. “I hope you’re hungry. I made enough to feed a small family.”

“Starving,” she replies with a grin.

She follows me into the kitchen. “Feel free to have a seat,” I say. I grab two wine glasses— the only two I own— out of the cupboard and put them on the table. She hands me the bottle and I happily open it, pouring us each a glass. “Dinner should be done in a few minutes,” I say.

I walk over and flip on the oven light to see how the garlic bread is looking. It looks and smells divine.

“Probably wasn’t the best idea to add garlic to the menu tonight, eh?” I laugh at myself out loud.

“Why not?” she smirks.

“You know, garlic breath and all…”

Her smirk widens. “Luca…did you think I came over here just to hook up?”

For only a moment, my heart beats nervously.

Then I realize she’s messing with me, making me even more smitten.

I pull the garlic bread out of the oven and place one piece on the side of each of our plates.

I walk to the table and place a plate down in front of her and then one in front of the seat to her right, where I plan to sit.

“So, how was the rest of your day?” I ask her as she shoves a forkful of spaghetti into her mouth .

“Really?” she says with her mouth full, and I laugh.

We spend the rest of the time eating dinner, talking about updates on her mom, siblings we each have (we’re both only children), our jobs, and what we like or dislike the most. When dinner is done, she helps me clear the table and load the dishwasher.

“Well, then.” My hands are in my front pockets, and I’m rocking back and forth on my heels. “What shall we do next?”

“It’s your apartment,” she replies. “What is there to do?”

“We can watch a movie,” I suggest.

“Sure,” she replies nervously.

We walk into the living room and sit down on the loveseat that faces the TV. I grab the remote from the coffee table and turn on Netflix.

“Did you know,” she starts. “That if you enter the code 35800, it will bring up their steamy romances?”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Oh, really?” I ask. “And you know this how?”

“I’m a single woman who enjoys a good steamy romance now and then,” she says matter-of-factly.

“No judgment here,” I reply. “I’m all for it. Let’s see what we can find.”

After we scroll through the list for a few minutes, we decide to watch 365 Days.

It takes every ounce of strength and self-control I have not to pull Drew into me. She smells so sweet, like vanilla.

We just ate pasta, though, so I should probably let my stomach settle before we do anything physical.

I may not have thought that all the way through.

About twenty minutes into the movie, Drew reaches for my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. My heart is beating so fast, there’s no way she can’t hear it. If a small, simple touch from her does this to me…I don’t know how I will be able to handle anything more.

I scoot closer to her, our shoulders and thighs touching.

I place our intertwined hands on top of my lap.

Drew rests her head on my shoulder. Her scent is intoxicating.

I can’t hold back any longer. I want to taste Drew again.

To know what other parts of her taste like.

To feel her body next to mine. I want and need all of her in every way imaginable.

I scoop her up into my lap so she’s straddling me and take her mouth with mine.

Her hair falls in front of her face, and I use both of my hands to push it gently behind her ears.

My hands continue to move through her hair, reaching the back of her head and pulling her deeper into me.

Her hips start to rotate, and I thrust to meet her movement, pushing my rock-hard cock into the warmth between her legs.

The friction of my jeans and her leggings adds just a little extra pressure.

One of my hands roams down her back, finding the hem of her shirt. I reach under and unclasp her bra.

Her lips part from mine, and she whispers, “Oh my.” Her fiery eyes pierce into mine.

I bite her bottom lip quickly before dipping my head under the front of her shirt.

I lift her loose bra off her breasts, using one hand to fondle one nipple and take the other nipple into my mouth.

Sucking. Lightly nibbling. Her skin is so sweet, and she grinds into me harder. “Luca, oh my God,” she breathes.

She lifts her arms, and I pull the shirt over her head, tossing it on the couch. I pull her bra off and fling it behind the couch. Her pebbled nipples direct their attention right at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Drew.” I stand, holding her in my arms. She wraps her legs tightly around my waist, and I carry her into my bedroom.

Gently, I place her on the bed, lying on her back.

I drop to my knees, my hands slowly roaming up her inner thighs until I reach the waistband of her leggings.

“These need to come off now,” I groan.

“Yes, please,” she pleads. Her hips lift slightly, giving me access to remove the barriers between my mouth and her hot pussy. I pull down her panties and leggings at the same time and toss them aside. I breathe her in, and my dick hardens even more. I can’t wait to taste her. To devour her.

I kiss my way back up her inner thighs, torturing myself. Making me wait a bit longer for the good stuff.

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you,” I whisper before diving my tongue between her lips. She’s already so wet and ready for me. My tongue moves from bottom to top, where I flick my tongue against her clit.

“Luca, yes, there,” she moans, her fists grabbing at the sheets on my bed.

I slide one finger inside her, her body tensing briefly in response before adjusting to the pressure. Once I sense she’s ready for more, I add not one, but two more fingers inside her warmth, not once taking my tongue off of her clit.

She’s writhing. Panting. Calling out my name. All of her responses to my touches make me feel like a goddamn hero. A hero on a mission to please this woman like it’s the last fucking thing I’ll do in this lifetime.

I purse my lips around her clit. Her breath hitches, not knowing what to expect.

And I blow. I blow her so hard, the vibration of my lips and tongue must hit just the right spot for her because she’s coming.

Hard. She screams out in pleasure, and her cum tastes so fucking sweet.

Like victory and praise. I lap up all of her juices before slowly kissing up her entire body.

Reaching her mouth, I shoot her a quick smirk before kissing her pink lips.

Her tongue shoots into my mouth, tasting herself.

My cock is fucking throbbing with need. Want.

Desire. I want this. All of this. All the time.

She pulls back, catching her breath, and I use the opportunity to kiss down the side of her neck to her collarbone to her bare breasts.

“I need you inside me, Luca.”

“What if I’m not done doing this yet?” I groan while sucking her breast.

“Please, Luca,” she pleads.

I meet her gaze and give her a gentle kiss on the lips before reaching over to my nightstand and grabbing a condom out of the top drawer .

She sits up on the bed. “Allow me,” she says as she takes the condom from me. She never breaks eye contact with me as she rolls it down the length of my cock. She bites her bottom lip, stroking my shaft. I want to fuck her so bad.

A growl escapes my lips as I flip her over, her ass in the air, facing me. I slap her cheek hard enough that it briefly leaves a light red mark.

“Fuuuck. Yes, Luca.”

“I’m going to take you, now, Drew,” I tell her. “Hard.”

“Please,” she replies.

I guide the tip of my dick to her entrance, which is so very wet and ready for me, and with one quick thrust, all eight inches of my cock are buried inside her.