Touch(21)

He talked over her to cut her off. “I want to kiss you, Manny. That’s what I’m thinking. That’s what I want.”



“Oh. I thought maybe that was it.” She beamed at him “I got that one right.”



“Yeah? Good for you. But you kinda ruined the moment, little bit.”



“You think?” She took the soda and food out of his hands, wrapped his dinner back up in its paper, and set everything in the sand behind the log they were sitting on. Then, as she had the night before, she straddled him. When, out of habit and reflex, he moved to put his hands on her hips, she mumbled, “Don’t touch me.”



He dropped his hands to grip the log, and she wrapped herself around him and kissed him, her small, pierced tongue pushing into his mouth.



Her lips were firm and silken, her tongue lithe, and she kissed him without restraint, her arms snug around his head, holding him so that she could have her way. That stud in her tongue felt fantastic. He’d been with pierced women before, and he didn’t much like lip piercings, which mostly just poked. But this was the first time he’d kissed a woman with a stud in her tongue. He was suddenly a lifelong fan. He kissed her back with all the enthusiasm he felt, his hands gripping the log so hard he could feel the scant remnants of bark digging into his palms.



He needed to fucking touch her. He groaned, loudly, a sound of need and frustration both, and she rocked in his lap, flexing against his swollen cock. Then she bit down on his bottom lip and pulled back, drawing his lip out with her teeth. Again, he groaned, this one more of a growl, and pulled his head back, freeing his lip.



“I gotta touch you.”



She shook her head. “Don’t touch me.” She leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, her tongue playing at his beard. “Don’t touch me.”



She nibbled along his jawline to his ear. “Don’t touch me.”



She licked the length of his neck. “Don’t touch me.”



Her hips were never still throughout this whispered assault, and Luca was going to come in his fucking jeans. He didn’t think he’d ever just let a girl have her way. It was hot as hell.



“You’re making me crazy, little bit.”



She’d been biting his shoulder through his shirt. Now, she sat up, looking him in the eyes. “No. Not crazy. I know crazy. I’m crazy.”



“No, you’re not.”



And then her hips were still, her slight weight heavy on his cock. “Yeah, I am. Don’t sugarcoat that. Managing crazy isn’t curing it. If you forget I’m crazy, then you’ll forget my limits. And then you’ll see the crazy.”



She climbed off of him, and he grabbed the log with all his might, fighting against the need to keep her where she was.



Reaching behind the log, she brought his food back. “Here. Finish your dinner.”



Luca had only one appetite currently, and it wasn’t for a half-eaten, sandy hot wiener. He set that aside and took a long sip of his Dr. Pepper.



“You want to go back to my place and fuck?”



He about choked on his soda. “Please?”



“You want to fuck? At my place?”



“Girl, you are wicked confusing.”



“What? Why? If you don’t want to, it’s cool. I just thought, since you were hard, you probably wanted it.”



“I do, yeah. But…do you?”



“Yeah. That’s why I’m asking you over.”



He could only laugh. He laughed and dropped his head to his knees, trying to get his mind and body sorted out. This night was turning into a wild-ass ride.



She was quiet for a few seconds, and then she said, her voice low and uncertain, “Luca, I don’t understand. Did I fuck something up?”



He thought maybe that was the first time he’d heard her say his name. He liked it. He responded to everything about her in ways he just didn’t understand.



“No, Manny. You definitely did not fuck anything up. I’d like to go back to your place with you—and fuck, if that’s what you want. I don’t want to push you, though.”



“You’re not pushing. I want it. I’m horny for you.”



He chuckled. “Damn. You bring straight talk to a whole ‘nother level. Come on, then.” Standing up, he held his hand out to her before he thought. But she handed him their trash and stood on her own.



oOo



“Whoa.” Luca stood just inside Manny’s front door, stunned. “Whoa.”



She’d led him in, so now she turned around and put her hands on her hips. “There a problem?”