Luciano Fierri [Book #3]

Chapter 10

I leaned against the dresser, crossing my arms over my chest. Luciano sat down on the bed's edge, watching me with curiosity and excitement. "I think we should take things slow. That way, you can get a little more comfortable with me touching you."

I've been with several men, none of them consensual. They were all selfish and only cared about their own pleasure. Not once did I find pleasure during the time spent together. I usually cried after, and once they were asleep I would finish what they couldn't.

"O-okay."

He was nervous. Very nervous. I kept my distance, wanting him to feel as comfortable as possible. I didn't want to scare him off by pouncing on him. That might be what he was expecting, but choosing to take things slow was a smart choice.

And as his friend, just having sex with him won't suddenly make him like his brothers. He needs to learn more about his own pleasures before he can hop into bed with a woman.

So I start with a simple question. "Do you know where your sweet spot is?" He shakes his head. Feeling flirty, I approach him with a stride, before squatting down before him.

I rest my hands on his thighs, noticing the way he tenses at my touch. So much for taking things slow. Just my touch alone has him squirming. I should remove my hands, but then again, I kind of like seeing him like this.

"I'm going to try something. Be still." He nods, his skin hot with anticipation.

Straightening back up, I lean in real close and plant a gentle kiss to his cheek. No reaction. So I trail my lips down his jaw, down his neck, and... bingo!

My lips brush over the exposed skin of his collarbone, resulting in a quiet curse from him in Italian. "Merda(shit)."

"Found it." I step back with a triumphant smile.

Luciano's face burns hot, his cheeks a deep shade of red and his eyes glazed over. His lips are parted slightly, his chest rising and falling at a quick, breathy pace.

It was hard to miss how hot and vulnerable he looked right now. Especially when his fairly large erection was causing an imprint in his charcoal grey slacks.

He blushed with embarrassment when he caught me looking, his hands shooting down to cover himself. "S-sorry," he murmured, his voice raspy.

This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. Not because he's a beginner, but because it was taking everything within me not to climb on top of him and-

A knock at the door tears me from the vulgar thoughts filling my mind. "I got it," I say, when he starts to stand up. Walking over to the door, I take in a deep breath, trying to control my own arousal and open the door.

Marcellius is standing on the other side of the door, his eyes immediately flickering between me and Luciano. "Apologies, I didn't mean to... interrupt." He looks between us once more.

"Mi scusi(excuse me)," Luciano says, shuffling past the two of us hurriedly. The sound of a door slamming shut fills our ears.

"Do I even want to know?" He asks, with a slight tilt of his head.

I chew at my lip, heat causing me to shift with discomfort. He definitely knows something is going on. Not that there was really anything going on. "No, you don't," I reply.

"Hm," he hums, straightening back up to his full height. His brows furrow, indicating that whatever he's about to say next is serious. "I have information on your husband, Pescatore, and thought maybe you would want to hear it."

I tense up at the mention of him. Unable to speak, I simply nod, swallowing at the sudden dryness in my throat.

I follow Marcellius down the hall, and take a seat on the couch, looking up at him with an equally stoic expression. I don't know what he's about to tell me, but I hope that it's good news.