The Gamble: A Novel (22 page)

Luca's muscles tense under my touch while he watches my hand continue its path towards his crotch. “I prefer yours.”

The moment I curl my fingers around his shaft it stiffens even harder. “Me too...”

Luca leans down and locks our lips. With a gentle tug on the back of my neck, he captures my tongue, alternating between light pushes and hard ones, knowing the combination drives me crazy at the same time it turns my brain to mush.

Instead of letting him get the upper hand, I pull back and lean against the door frame myself. While continuing to stroke slowly I state, “I'm gonna rinse off really quick.”

He cocks his infamous smirk. “Get clean to get dirty again?”

I drop my grip, back into my bathroom where I rip off my shirt. “Don't you want a clean canvas?”

A groan leaves him as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I don't give a fuck if it's clean or dirty as long as it's mine.”

“It will be,” I assure. “Just give me a few minutes.”

“You have five before I get in there with you.”

“Ten.”

“Seven.”

“Deal,” I giggle and shut the door.

Quickly, I strip out of my bra, old gym shorts, and underwear.

I don't actually need seven minutes to shower. It's more like a good time to give myself the extra pep talk I
do
need. Sex is a big deal.
Huge
in this case. Not necessarily because it's the first time I'll be doing it, but because it's with Luca. Good old fashion, been fucking since I found out what a hard on was for, Luca. I've already wrapped my mind around the fact on a scale from one to expert, I'll probably fall around a three thanks to internet porn, but I don't wanna be the worst lay he's ever had. First woman he actually dates
and
the one chick he actually wants to kick
out
of bed. See the dilemma. What? I'm not overreacting. Do you remember your first time? Okay now was it with the starting Quarterback for the Southern Sex Sinners? No. Didn't think so.

Shutting off the shower, I wrap my towel around my body, and move towards the mirror to give my virgin face one last good luck.

I'm sure I'll wear freshly fucked pretty well.

“Alexxa,” Luca calls from the other side of the closed and locked door.

Yeah, there was no way he would've given me seven minutes alone. He tried to open the door after two. Told you. I know him too well sometimes.

“What?”

“Have you seen my clothes? I forgot to grab a fresh pair out of my trunk and need to go grab 'em.”

“They're in the wash.”

“You're washing my clothes?”

Ruffling my wet hair dry with another towel, I snip, “You're bitching because I'm doing your laundry?”

Silence settles between us.

Exactly.

I toss the hair towel to the side, let out one final deep breath, and open the door.

“You do know this means it'll be a later dinner than we planned.”

“I was thinking we order in...”

Luca leans back onto his palms from the edge of my bed. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes roam across my body so forcefully it feels as if it's his fingers. “Why's that?”

It's now or never right?

I give the edge of my towel a small yank and it falls to the floor. “Because you're gonna make me too sore to get out of bed.”

He groans, “Challenge accepted.”

The moment I'm in front of him, I gently push him backwards, and straddle his lap. “But you don't know all the details yet.”

“I know the important ones.” Luca folds his hands behind his head and smirks. “You being naked. Me making you sore. Pretty sure I can handle it.”

Slightly nervous, I bite the side of my bottom lip.

Noticing the action, Luca tilts his head in curiosity. “Unless I'm...wrong. But you are
naked
.”

His playful tone causes me to smile.

“And you expect to be sore...”

Worst detective ever. Glad he sticks to sports.

“Isn't that natural after your first time? To be sore?”

Luca's jaw cracks open, but he doesn't answer.

Too blunt? It's not like I told him to flat out fuck me. Hell, even if I had he would've probably responded the same way. Holy shit! I think I just stunned him into silence....so it can be done. Good to know.

I impatiently wait for a response. After several long, grueling seconds of quiet, I try to lead the conversation, “Now would be the part where you say something dirty then kiss me and proceed.”

His eyebrows twitch almost in confusion.

“Proceed means to continue. To move forward.”

“I know what proceed means,” he states in an even tone.

I try to smile. “Oh, so you're not broken.”

Rather than continue the ludic conversation, he shifts back to the original track, “You...you want us to have sex?”

“Was kinda hoping for more excitement.” This time when he doesn't smile or laugh, I scold, “Or at least a fucking smirk. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He bites back and sits up, arms flying around me. “That's all the notice I get?”

Now the baffled one, I gripe, “I'm sorry? What did you want me to do? Fax you a fucking memo? Pencil it in with your coach? Mark it on your goddamn Google calendar?”

Luca lets out a small sigh. “A decent chance to not fuck this up was all I meant.”

Still confused, I wrap my arms around his neck and say, “Luca, fucking is what you do best next to basketball and soccer...or at least that's the way the legend goes.”

He fights the urge to smile.

“How could you possibly screw this up?”

All of a sudden an enamored expression settles on his face. He pushes my hair behind my ear. “It should be special or some shit. You waited this long, you should probably have fucking candles or old Usher playing or something.”

A sweet smile slips on my face. “You mean like 'You Got it Bad' Usher or 'My Way'?”

“First one,” he nervously chuckles. After a moment the tension fades and he says, “I don't have any of that shit on me. Or at the apartment for that matter. Fuck I don't even have rubbers.”

The last sentence stuns me. “
You
don't have any condoms? You carry a box in your car.”

“I
used to
carry a box in my car.”

I don't hear the difference...

“When we started going out....I um...I stopped.”

In a barely audible voice I ask, “Why?”

“We agreed not to share. So what the hell would I need 'em for?”

“For this moment right now!”

“Didn't I just say I assumed I'd get a bigger heads up?”

Giggling, my forehead drops against his. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“I feel like a fucking moron, right now,” he grumbles. When I lift my head up he sighs, “Look, Alexxa if you wanna do this, we can. I mean, I'm all fucking in, but we don't
have
to. You suck a mean cock and I eat a mean pussy. I'm cool with keeping it that way if that's what you want. Don't feel like you have to fuck me to keep me. You-”

I mesh our mouths together to cut off the end of his sentence. Immediately, he grips me tighter, his towel covered cock knocking against the very area I want it buried in. He attempts to keep the kiss slow, obviously still unsure.

Wow. This is probably the first time he's ever acted like this.

Pulling my lips from his, I whimper, “I want you to fuck me rotten, Luca. Not this weird I have a conscience bullshit. If I didn't wanna have sex with you, I wouldn't have brought it up.”

He thinks to himself for a moment before he says, “I'm still not packin'.”

“You haven't fucked anyone else since your test?”

“No.”

“Swear?”

“On my love of all fucking sports.”

“Well, if you haven't been with anyone else and I'm rocking an untamed area...”

A carnal growl vibrates through him.

“I've got birth control covered so why not just go without one?”

He shoots his eyebrows up. “Raw dog?”

“Everything sexual has some sort of fucked up name, doesn't it?”

Luca laughs and nods. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

“You've never-”

“Never even considered it. I'm in no rush to have my dick fall off because I wasn't smart enough to wrap it before I tap it.”

Such a poet. Shakespeare would be proud.

“Then you be my first,” I slowly say, giving his bottom lip a lick. “And I'll be yours...Deal?”

He softly agrees, “Deal.”

Luca's hands slide up around my waist as our lips drift back together. With the blinding fierceness I've come to love and rely on, Luca's tongue enslaves mine receiving very little resistance. In wave after wave of pure erotic torture, he tugs me along luring me to the edge of an orgasm without even adding his hands to the mix.

I refuse to come from being kissed. Absolutely fucking refuse.

His touch finally feathers one nipple and then the other. My lips fumble off to eject a moan that refused to be stifled any longer. “Luca...”

“God, I fucking love when you say my name,” he compliments, voice hot and heavy.

Luca's teeth take up the task of teasing my neck until I repeat the sexual noise. “Could we....you know...”

On one final bite, he draws back and asks with a cocky grin. “Can't wait another minute to get my cock inside of you?”

His ego is never coming down after this, is it?

I prepare to snap when it lightly brushes my clit, bare skin to bare skin.

Where the fuck did the towel go?

My whimpering is received with a tempestuous growl, “Fuck Alexxa. What did I say about that sound?”

“Um....do it?”

He bites down on his bottom lip at the same time his dick caresses my clit again. After a long, controlled exhale, he states, “I'm gonna lie back and let you slip me in.”

Panic doesn't hesitate to rip through me. “Are you fucking crazy? You don't let the virgin drive!”

Luca slightly demurs before he says, “That's the only way I'm gonna stop myself from fucking you in half.”

A mixture of fear and excitement thrum through me alike.

“It's gonna hurt enough without me pounding away at your incredibly...tight...little...pussy....” the sentence drags on as he admires the destination. Luca flops backwards and grumbles, “Fuck, I'm gonna have to run practice drills in my head to prevent from coming too soon.”