It’s the same sensation that pushed my jealous anger earlier. Of all the women in that room tonight, he choseme. He could have had any of them—again—but here he is, in the back of this limo, with his hands all over his fiancée. Keeping his promise not to sleep around during our arranged relationship. Is it possible he really cares about me? Or is this all part of the deal?
Before I can think about it more, Luka moves closer and I reach for the zipper on his pants, pulling it down and releasing his thick, glorious cock. It springs free, hard and ready, the head glistening with pre-cum. I grab his ass in both hands and urge him toward me.
With a wicked grin, he climbs further along the seat. I sit up just enough to meet him as his cock lines up with my mouth, the tip just brushing my wet lips. I open up and pull him in, stroking long and hard with my tongue and sucking deep until he hits the back of my throat. He groans a couple of curses, his pleasure driving me to suck him harder, longer, pulling him in and pushing him out. He swells in my mouth and I grip his bare ass tighter to keep him inside of me.
Luka starts to thrust his hips, working his cock in and out of my mouth as he looks down to watch. He’s bracing himself with one hand on the back of the seat while the other holds up the hem of his shirt so he can watch me suck him off.
“Yeah,” he groans. “Take all of it. Every fucking inch. You like that?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan around his length.
His taste is heady in my mouth and I love it. Pressing my thighs together as my lust starts to grow, I realize that Mateo was right: I’ve been missing out by denying both of us this pleasure. It’s fucking amazing. Luka suddenly pulls out of my mouth and shifts so he can bend down to kiss me. I close my eyes as I dig my fingers into his hair, lost in the tangle of our tongues.
I’m into this, I realize. Like, really into this. Making out with Luka feels good, sucking him off feels good, and it’s obvious he enjoys putting his mouth on me. Maybe this could be more than just a transactional arrangement, or a shared opportunity for solidifying our futures. Maybe, if we’re open to it…this could actually turn out to be something real.
Luka moves between my thighs and adjusts my legs so they wrap around him. Then he lines up the tip of his cock at my entrance and pushes in just enough that he fills my opening. Then he stops.
“Ooh,” I gasp, digging my nails into his back. He’s so big, I’m practically throbbing around him.
Spreading my pussy lips, he stays where he is and slides a finger down to circle my sensitive clit. The sensations are too much and not enough, his cock unmoving but stretching me wide, his fingers working their magic all the while. He strokes me until I’m nearly vibrating off the seat, his hard length still buried inside me, making me ache for him to pound fully into me. The tension is almost painful, and I hear myself whimpering, “Fuck me, please, Luka, fuck me.”
“Yes,” he groans, thrusting his cock all the way inside, filling me completely.
My breath catches in my throat and for a moment we just cling to each other, both of us gasping for air. Then he starts to move, slowly and then faster, working steady and deep inside my pussy. His name flies from my lips and I toss my head back against the seat. It’s all I can do to hang onto him as he fucks me while working my clit.
“You feel so good,” he pants, picking up the pace. “So…fucking…good.”
Another orgasm is building, and I squeeze my legs tighter around Luka’s waist and bury my face in his neck. I don’t ever want him to stop. I think I’m actually seeing stars.
“I’m coming,” I murmur, kissing his jaw, his mouth, his cheeks.
Suddenly, I shatter with the most intense climax of my life. It pulses from deep within my core, moving outward in radiating waves of bliss. My fingers and toes and scalp tingle as pleasure rolls over me and I hear myself crying out, but I can’t tell how loud. It’s just his name, over and over until he pulls out and finishes in a hot spray over my belly.
Wide-eyed and dazed, I watch him stroke off the last of his release, his face clenched in pleasure, lips parted. With a final exhale, he comes down off his high and opens his eyes. I smile lazily. All the anger I’d had earlier is gone. My body is light and sated and for the first time in a while, things just seem right.
He averts his gaze when I try to catch it, grabs a few tissues from the box across the seat, and gently cleans me up. I sit and stretch my arms above my head.
“How bad is my lipstick right now?” I joke. Maybe from now on we can be more lighthearted with each other, less formal and walled-off.
He looks quickly at me, then focuses on pulling on his shirt and getting his pants back on. I wait for him to answer me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he dresses with practiced quickness, and before I have a chance to reach for my dress, he’s completely put back together.
I hitch a brow, a sinking feeling suddenly spreading in my gut.
He pulls at his cuffs and straightens his cufflinks. “Since my brother has banned me from fucking our models, I’ve had to leave every one of these events with blue balls like you wouldn’t believe. Having you around is very convenient. Thanks for the help.”
And just like that, I remember exactly who he is.
Nausea rises in my throat. He reaches for the door handle. Quickly, I grab my dress and cover myself just as he opens the door and slips out, slamming the door behind him.
I stare after him as if he’s going to pop back in with a big smile and a “just kidding.” But, of course, that won’t happen.
Luka used me.
Just like he used every woman at the party.
I’m too shocked and gutted to drum up tears. Sitting there, clutching my dress, I stare into space until my skin grows cold and pebbles with gooseflesh. I can’t believe I allowed that to happen. I had sex with my fake fiancé, the one rule I was so adamant about not breaking.
And in return, he threw it in my face and broke the thread of faith I was starting to have in him. I have to go back inside to the party, but I’m not sure how I’m going to keep it together.