The Captive Series (11 page)

“Luch! I’m coming. Ah!” she cried out as her pussy throbbed on his tongue. Panting, he set her feet back on the floor, before standing and kissing her roughly, letting her taste her cum on his tongue.

“Cara, pure sweet ambrosia,” he stated, before moving them toward the bed. Lowering her down gently and leaning over her, he whispered, “I missed your pussy. I need more.” Working his way back down, he took a detour at her breasts and sucked on her hardened flesh. He parted her thighs again, this time slipping two fingers in her wet entrance causing her to moan out. Wickedly smiling up at her, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, pressing his nose into her small thatch of curls, loving her scent. He ate her to another orgasm. Her body was shaking the bed and making him even harder, if it was possible.

“Amore, I don’t know if I can make you come again. I’m so damn hard.”

“Take what’s yours, caro,” she sighed, her head falling against the pillows.

He slid like a snake up his wife’s body before sinking into her depths. Within moments, he was sweating, trying to bring her around again. Their mouths connected in a deep kiss. His chest hairs rubbed against her breasts. She cried out with the friction, her body welcoming another orgasm and sending Luciano into a hard release.

“Amber,” he roared, emptying his cum into her heat. She pulled him down to kiss him again. Sweaty and spent, they clung to each other like they were apart for a year instead of a day.

“Oh, Luciano. Can we stay like this?”

“Actually, we can’t. You haven’t eaten, have you?”

“No, I haven’t, but I’m not hungry right now.”

“I don’t care. It’s late and I plan to fuck you into remembering never to wear that shit in public again.”

“It was Bee’s idea. She thought you’d love to tear it off me.”

“She was right, if you wore a coat over your body. By the way, where’s your luggage?”

“The guys have a room down on the third floor. They held my things for me while I went to meet you.”

“Okay, what room?”

“315,” she replied.

“Hey, this is Luciano. Who’s this?”

“It’s Edgar and Rico is with me.”

“Okay, can you bring up Amber’s things, and we need some dinner.”

“Do you want us to drop off her stuff first or should we get the food?”

“Food first, please.”

“Absolutely, Mr. Rossi.”

“Pizza, please!” Amber called out over Luciano’s shoulder.

“You heard her?” he said with a chuckle. “Veggies and sausage.” He hung up the phone and turned to her. “Thought you weren’t hungry?”

“I had a craving.” She responded before hopping off the bed and heading to the bathroom. Luciano eyed his wife’s round ass and her thighs that had his release running down her skin. Territorially, he grinned. Marking her made him happy.
Six years of marriage, a ring, three boys, and another baby on the way, and it still wasn’t enough to say she was his. He had to prove it. By the way she was walking, he proved it.

She turned back to catching staring at her with his tongue swiping across his lips and his eyes glued to her ass. He smiled up at her, not giving a shit that he got caught. Fuck, he was totally captivated by his wife. Staring at her was something he loved to do.

“Do you want to join me in the shower, caro?”

Raising his brows, he lurched from the bed and ran after her his wife, who took off like a bat out of hell, giggling all the way to the bathroom. He reached the bathroom and slammed the door behind him trapping her inside, panting from the thrill of the chase.

“Luciano, why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what, Amber?”

“Like your six weeks of waiting are up,” she teased, but it was the way he felt. Something about her surprising him had done a fucking tailspin on his libido. His cock refused to go down and his heart pounded out of control.

“I feel like it, amore mia,” he panted. “I want you again.”

“I don’t think I have it in me.”

“Oh you will, cara. I plan to have it in you all night.” He reached over and turned on the shower. She leaned forward taking in his scent as he tested the water. Hearing the telltale signs of her inhaling, his cock expanded even more. Luciano jumped in the not quite warm enough water to help cool his ardor. It didn’t take away his hard-on, but lessened the need to come.

He stuck out his hand for his beauty to join him. The moment the water ran down her breasts he was back in the same predicament—hard as fuck.

Amber let the water soak her hair as she grabbed the hotel soap, lathered it up, and washed her breasts slowly. Luciano’s eyes flashed with amusement before he snarled with lust, rushing and pinning her to the shower wall. “Wife, teasing me isn’t acceptable. You’re going to have to pay for that.”

“Is that so?”

“Wash me,” he demanded; his mouth twisted into a smirk.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate to get to cleaning him. She started with his chest, but he guided her hands lower. “Wash him.”

“Yes, amore.” His cock pulsed as he heard her reply.

Her slender hands ran along the length, soaping his cock until he couldn’t take anymore. Pulling her hands away, he spun around to rinse it clean, but Amber wasn’t done. As soon as he washed the suds off his cock, she turned him back before falling to her knees. Her hands took his length and led it to her parted lips. Amber’s tongue lashed out, licking the tip.

“Ah, Amber,” he moaned, pressing an arm against the wall to hold himself up. It felt so incredible that he couldn’t even keep his balance. He looked down at her; his wife’s head bobbed back and forth along his cock. The view of her kneeling before him sent a pull straight to his balls. He tried to pull back before he started to come, but Amber wanted her husband fully satisfied and didn’t let go. She sucked him in deeper, until he could feel the back of her throat. It was all he needed. Luciano came hard in her mouth. He roared out, his body shaking orgasm, emptying his load. Greedily she gripped the base and stroked out every last drop on her tongue before sitting back on her heels and looking up at her lover. Luciano peered down to see her staring up like she was seeking approval. He didn’t know what got into his wife, but this constant need was going to kill him and he couldn’t think of a better way to go.

Just as he lifted her onto her feet, there was a knock at the door. “Oh my,” she gasped.

“Wash up, cara. I’ll get the door,” he said, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. He checked the peep hole, and it was his guys with the food and luggage. They brought it in the doorway and stepped back, knowing that if Luciano was only in a towel, Amber would be, too’ and Luciano would kill them if they caught her undressed. Handing him the pizza, they left with instructions not to come back until nine in the morning.

~~~~~

Amber heard the guys leave and made her way to her hubby. The scent of the pizza hit her nose, making her belly rumble. She hadn’t eaten since a snack on the plane, which was a no-go with Luciano, especially with their insane lovemaking.

Just as the door closed, Amber stepped into view. “Cara, you’re lucky that you waited to come out of the bathroom like that. I wouldn’t be as forgiving for that short shit you had on today. Please, put on some clothes,” he growled. She rolled her eyes at her husband.

“Calm down, I heard them leave. That’s why I came out. I need some clothes. You think with all them damn orgasms you wouldn’t be so testy.”

“Keep showing my goodies to others and you’ll see how testy I’ll get.” She brushed off his jealousy and slid open the zipper on her suitcase. What she pulled out caught his attention. It embarrassed her, even after all these years she was so damn obsessed with him.

“Cara, are you asking to be nailed again?” He sat the pizza down with the bag of utensils. Watching him eye her with pure desire was almost her undoing, but her belly rumbled again. Priorities.

“After I eat. I just happen to like being wrapped up in you,” she admitted with a blush before slipping on one of his white tee shirts over her head. It fit her big just covering her pussy, but to stop from making him wild she slipped on a pair of her own panties instead of the boxers she stole from him.

~~~~~

They were sexed out and maxing on their pizza when Luciano finally got around to asking her what made her come here. It had been on his mind, but fucking her overtook his sense.

Taking another bite of her pizza, she waited until she swallowed to tell him.  "It was your father and Nikolai's idea. They told me as we all finished breakfast." He tried to not get jealous of her having breakfast with Niko. It was stupid because Amber loved him and Niko worshipped Bianca. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to keep her happy. Even if it meant that he’d have to go shopping with her after a long day of work.

"Who has our babies?" he asked. With his sister just giving birth again, she wasn’t up to taking care of extra kids all on her own. Even with Niko’s help, it would be a massive mess. We kept them for two days and Luciano’s parents kept them for a three days while Bianca and Niko rested at home with the new baby.

"Your parents and Rosa. They've got Bianca and Niko's twins and the little one. They kept the baby with them." 

"Yeah, I suppose since Bee's breastfeeding her she has to stay with Bianca." Luciano felt for his wife and his sister. It took a lot to care for babies while popping out more. It was his and Niko’s fault, but neither man regretted it. They loved their babies and wanted more.

“Yep, and well, I was upset and they thought it was best I came to see you,” she admitted.

Thinking that she was upset about her father, he asked, "Cara, tell me the truth. Has your father tried to contact you?"

She scrunched her brows and shook her head. "No, Luch. He hasn't.  If he did, you'd know. I'm not left alone...ever."

"It's for your own good."

She rolled her eyes at her husband. He was getting irritated because she wasn’t understanding his need to keep her safe. He knew it bothered her not to be able to drive herself or take the kids to the park without being chauffeured or shadowed. "I know Luciano, but that doesn't mean it isn't annoying."

"Cara, I don't care that it's annoying. Do you think I like having a shit fucking load of men around my wife? Hell motherfucking no, but until the threat of your father is gone, that's the way it is. It's not worth arguing about because I not changing my fucking mind. End of story." He took the glass of water out of her hand, so he could hold her hands in his. “Amber, you’re everything to me. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Leaving you with people is hard to do, but leaving you alone and unprotected is unbearable. I’m sorry, we could go back to keeping them at a distance as soon as your father is found.”

“I know, but I just don’t like it.”

“What I don’t like is you walking around New York dressed in a half dress with everything that belongs to me on display. What the hell possessed my sister to believe I’d like you wearing that anywhere but our bedroom? I’ll toss it up to the baby brain messing with her head because both of you should know me better.”

“If it makes you feel better, I wore a puffy long coat to the restaurant. Edgar took it for me when I walked in and took a seat.”

“It helps a little, but I’m going to get even and make Nikolai pay for yours and Bianca’s torment,” he promised.

“Oh love, were you really tormented?” she purred leaning forward in one of his favorite undershirts, her cleavage on full display. It became his favorite for sure, but he didn’t want it back. He wanted her to wear that to bed every night. Luciano ran his finger along the edge of the tee shirt, tugging it down a little further to get a better view of his wife’s breasts. He swallowed hard. Seeing her this playful made his body want more. Her pussy needed his attention again.

“You know I was and still am. You made a big mistake in coming here. It’s not smart. I’ve missed you and you don’t have the kids to keep me off you. Why did you come, baby?”

“I didn’t like sleeping alone,” she said with her eyes focused on the table. The fact that she missed him that much that everyone noticed and sent her to him made his pride and cock swell.

“Dinner’s over, my love,” he stated, wiping his mouth with his napkin before tossing on the table.

“Whatever do you mean?” she asked wickedly, leaning over their small table, knowing damn well how mad she was driving him. His cock was so damn swollen it felt like it’d snap in two. 

“Amore, up now,” he commanded, standing up from the table. His erection pressed hard against his boxers tenting them. Her eyes met his for a moment after having been lost to his hard cock.

She stood for him but backed up with a shake of her head. “No, Luciano.”

“No?”

“No, I know what you want, and I don’t think I can’t take another orgasm,” she said. He knew by the grin on her face that she was full of shit. She wanted him to chase her. That he would do over and over again.

“You’re a liar. You want it, cara. Don’t fib. Come here, I want you screaming and creaming on my face. Then I want to fuck you deep and slow from behind. I promise to be nice. No more than two more for the night.”

She nodded and walked into his waiting arms. He gripped her ass, picked her up, and carried her to the bed. Their loving was long and hard throughout the night.  It was his turn to be a liar because he didn’t stop at two more, but she didn’t have any complaints.