Read The Gamble: A Novel Online
Authors: Xavier Neal
Proudly I smirk. “Can't have you ruining your reputation.”
He slightly lifts himself back up. “Fuck my reputation. I can't have myself ruining this for
you
.”
The extended act of care has my heart tugging to tell him how I feel before we go any further. But I don't. Instead I swallow it down like a handful of nails and move my straddled position. With his cock in my slightly shaky grip, I ask, “And just...slide it in?”
There's a jumbled stuttering. Eventually he answers, “Slide it to your entrance and then ease yourself on it. It's gonna fucking hurt or at least that's what I'm told, so go slow. Take all the time you need.”
I angle his cock through the slickness and force it inside.
That whole rip off a Band-Aid in one go is more my style if you haven't figure it out yet.
Though the pain is severely sharp and highly uncomfortable, I attempt to relax.
“Fuckin' hell,” Luca rumbles, his hands pinned to my hips. “Didn't I just fucking say to go slow?”
“Wasn't that just a suggestion?”
“I suggest not moving unless you want me to completely embarrass myself.” Tempted I prepare to move when his grip tightens. “That's fucked up, Alexxa.” After a short giggle from me and another exhale from him, he softly declares, “It's never felt this fucking good before.”
Probably the lack of condom, but fuck it. I'll take what I can get.
“Can I move now?”
He shuts his eyes and nods.
Slowly I lift myself up and slide back down, the stretching of my muscles struggling to scamper away from pain towards pleasure. I repeat the motion until the ache forms into satisfaction.
A soft sigh drips from my lips, “Luca...”
“Yeah, baby?” He breathlessly responds.
I moan once more as my body becomes brazen in efforts to scratch the sexual itch inside.
Now it all makes complete and perfect fucking sense.
This
is the reason women are blowing up his phone at 2 a.m. Hell, this is the reason I'm gonna be blowing up his phone at 2 a.m.
Luca's hands gently graze my sides. The lighter lifts of my tits and tender touches of my nipples present a hint of uncertainty. Almost as if he's afraid of taking me back to the side of agony. Or maybe he's afraid part of me is still there.
There's no part of me that's there. Trust me.
After exploring different paces, I stumble upon a spot that feels like a mini orgasm every time he hits it.
My nails dig into his chest. “Oh...my...God...”
Luca's hips lift to increase the thrust, eyes shutting in the process. “Fuck Alexxa. Eres perfecto.”
Unsure of the exact meaning of his sentence, but smart enough to guess I whimper, “Si...”
Hearing the Spanish escape me, he groans and mumbles more words, ending with an, “Ahi.”
We continue to rock until the feeling of ecstasy becomes so ethereal, my eyes can't resist shutting any longer. Everything about this moment feels perfect. Each stroke brushes the magical hiding spot, at the same time it whispers to my clit. The combination of precise force and speed is almost enough to tip me over.
“Close,” I encourage him to continue, my body struggling to stay upright through the waves of passion. “So...close...Luca...”
“Si...” he agrees.
All of a sudden there's an added pressure to my clit. The small addition detonates the building bomb inside until my entire body is erupting in one quick, blithe burst. Unable to form more than his name thanks to the bliss gnawing on my vocal chords, I simply allow it to tumble from me as a declaration of gratitude. Satisfaction. Completion.
“Alexxa,” he sighs my name so softly it resembles prayer. With that being the only warning, Luca lets go and a scorching rush of heat intertwines with mine, verifying the last part of our relationship at the same time igniting another orgasm out of me.
Never came back to back before...does that always happen during sex?
For the next several moments the two of us continue to rock, groan, and paw at one another as if determined to somehow get deeper inside the other one.
I finally reach a point of being sated and collapse on top of him in a huff.
Luca's arms fly around me and he proclaims, “Best. Sex. Ever.”
My lips proudly curl into a smile. “You don't have to lie.”
“I'm not.”
He has to be. No one declares sex with a virgin as the best sex ever. Check the scoreboard.
His fingers softly stroke my back. “Besides if I was lying it would sound more like the thank you for participating speech I give the kids. You know, really great hustle. You'll get 'em next time. It's a victory just to finish. That kinda bullshit.”
Hearing the humor in his tone causes me to sigh in relief.
I still think he's full of shit, but at least he's trying to show he cares. He's trying to make me feel like more than a four on the fuck scale I'm sure I am. Maybe five?
“You've got about three minutes before we go another round.”
I pop my head up on his chest. “Are you fucking with me?”
He shakes his head slowly and starts to smile. “I accepted a challenge, remember. I
never
back down from a challenge...”
So fucking true. Question is, when given the ideal opportunity to admit he loves me or not, will he? That's one challenge I'm not sure Luca Larson will ever be ready to face.
Luca
Having sex with Alexxa last night easily turned into a new sport for me, one in which making her come was like scoring goals and winning a game was only declared when her body absolutely couldn't go on. I'm shooting 5 and 0. Would've been six, but I could tell she was more worn out than she wanted to admit. It's not her style to fess up to defeat any more than it is mine. But I'm not defeated. I fucking win. Best prize of all time too. Fucking my dream chick. Fucking the only person in the entire goddamn world I ever wanna fuck for the rest of my life. Huh. Guess that's kinda like love, right? Not real fucking sure when
that
happened, but I'm pretty sure it did. What? Who fucking cares about that stupid bet? It doesn't matter anymore. As far as I'm concerned it never happened. I fucking know Warren will be relieved and as long as he agrees to never, I fucking mean
never
bring it up, we'll call it even.
Alexxa stirs beside me and grumbles, “Coffee.”
I place a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Morning, baby.”
She grumps, “Coffee.”
“Not even a please?”
“Broken.”
Pride pumps through my chest.
Only man to ever fucking do that. Past. Present. And goddamn future.
Gently, I run my tongue alongside her neck until her hips rock backwards against my hard on. “Not that broken.”
Alexxa whimpers. “Body. Traitor.”
I slide my hand down her perfect ass to gently push her legs apart. “Tell me to stop then.”
She doesn't. Instead she allows me to reposition her body so she's flat on her stomach and I'm pushing through the welcoming wetness of my pussy from behind.
That's right I said mine. This body is mine. This woman is mine. Every sound, every cry, every goddamn plea is for me. That's part of love too. Claiming what's yours. Fucking Alexxa is my new favorite sport and I plan to always be the only player.
“Luca,” she sings, hand clenching her sheets.
I push my hips forward, nudging my dick deeper. After receiving another cry of elation, I grind harder, the muscles tensing around my shaft like a premature round of applause for a job well done. Her head buries itself further into the pillow. The moan being muffled displeases me.
I wind her hair around my hand, which frees the sound, and my name in unison, “Luca...”
“Eres tan hermosa,” I purr while my hips continue to piston. “You know that?”
Her pussy tightens around my cock as the answer. My face falls beside hers as I continue to feed the greed growing in both of us. Giving her hair another tug elicits a sharp cry, and she begs for more. The sight of Alexxa withering and whimpering so desperately for release makes it even more difficult not to bust a nut than it already is.
Raw dog is strictly all-star level shit. I'd mastered the skills of sex up until this point, but the challenge of fucking without a rubber is strictly for professionals. I'll rise to the occasion. Don't you fucking worry.
With another precise hammer of my hips, I can feel her pending orgasm pleading to be set free. “You want me to make you come?”
“Always,” she whispers.
I nip at her ear lobe. “Then say it.”
Alexxa mewls, muscles starting to pulsate.
“Demand it.”
“Fuck...Make me come, Luca.”
I rock into her relentlessly even once she breaks. As her pussy praises my services, my dick only takes it as further encouragement to continue until she does it again. Until I feel I've written my name into the hall of fame for best fucking orgasm she's ever had. Until I've fucking ruined her for other players because there won't be other players. Just me.
On another quiver, Alexxa comes on my cock a second time, begging for it to follow her lead. Heedlessly, like some automated response to her body needing mine, I whisper in her ear, “Te amo y solo contigo.” I'm not sure if the sharp gasp that escapes is from the words or the overwhelming feeling of our bodies fusing together in an orgasmic clash. The roars rumbling through the room oscillate between us. Her pussy continues to throbs so intensely I'm convinced she's coming again.
Fuck...maybe she never stopped.
On another huff, she commands. “Coffee.”
My head stretches around until I can nudge her nose with mine. When her face lifts up, I softly part her lips and express what I seem incapable of any other way.
At least in English. Apparently I have no fucking problem saying I love her in goddamn Spanish.
Alexxa pulls back and rolls over onto her back. Playfully she continues to demand, “Coffee.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” I hesitate to get up, wanting to take one more second to soak in this moment.
There will never be one more perfect than this.
Attempting to shake off the weight of emotions I'm not used to, I prepare to move when she reaches out to stop me. “Wait.”
“Yeah?”
She pauses but only briefly. “Did you....did you say you...did you say you love me? Isn't that what Te Amo means?”
I uncomfortably swallow.
I blame Dora the Explorer for teaching everyone basic fucking phrases.
“Did you say it because you meant it or because you felt you had to?”
Extremely offended, I snap, “Why the fuck would I have to?”
“Because you think I'm some sort of clingy virgin who needs to hear that shit so she doesn't feel used.”
Did I fucking miss the exit ramp to avoid Crazy Town? I thought women were excited as fuck when you said shit like I love you. What the fuck is happening?
“And you think I'm some random asshole who has to say that shit to keep great pussy?”
Alexxa sits straight up. “I didn't say that!”
“I didn't either!”
“Then what are you saying?!”
“That I said I love you because I fucking meant it!”
Yeah not how I pictured myself ever fucking saying it. Okay. Fine. I never pictured myself actually saying it out loud, but if I had this wouldn't be how.
“You meant it?”
“Yeah.”
“Really meant it.”
“Yeah.”
Alexxa smirks teasingly. “You love me...”
Now annoyed, I roll my eyes. “Less now.”
“Shut up.” She playfully attempts to punch me when I catch her hand.
“Are you gonna say it back?”
“Psh, no.”
My jaw hits the ground.
Suddenly she breaks into a fit of giggles and falls backwards. “I was fucking with you!”
Fucking with me? I say something in a way I'll never say to another person in my life, and the response is for her to fuck with me? Yeah. This is the chick I love alright. And that's part of the fucking reason why.
I blanket her body with mine. “No coffee for you.”
She pouts. “But I need it. I've gotta be at work in like two hours.”
“Then you better stop fucking with me and say it.”
A very serious expression slips on her face and without words I know she's got the same emotions wreaking havoc on her brain that I do. “I love you, Luca.”
I drop my mouth onto her collarbone and give it a long languorous lick. Afterwards I demand, “Say it again.”
“You've got about an hour. Earn it.”
The sexual defiance shoots straight to my dick.
Orgasms are a much better for your body than coffee is. At least they are when they're coming from me.