❝He suddenly spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers i...
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P A R I S
I'm currently sitting at the dining table, my chemistry homework and textbook spread out in front of me. Chemistry and physics are my thing—I love how they make sense of everything around us.
But math? Ugh. It's like a bad joke, and I'm always the punchline. The formulas, the endless equations—they always feel like they're mocking me when I get stuck.
I shift a little in my seat, concentrating on the chemical equation in front of me when my pencil starts giving me trouble. It's so short now, practically just a nub, and holding it is turning into a full-on finger workout.
I could just grab another pencil from dad's study, but...I hate wasting things. When I buy school supplies, I use them until they're basically falling apart. I try to reposition the pencil in my grip, determined to make it work.
"Come on." I whisper to myself, my fingers cramping as I scribble down another number.
I'm just about to finish writing out the solution when—snap! My pencil breaks in half, and I let out a frustrated groan. Great. Of course this happens now.
With a sigh, I push back from the table and head to dad's study, hoping I'll find a spare pencil. But after rummaging around for a while, I come up empty-handed. I pull out my phone and shoot a quick text to Luciano.
❝Me Hey, do you have any pencils? ❞
His response comes back almost immediately.
❝Xtra hot sauce🥵🔥🫦 Check my nightstand drawer. ❞
Perfect. I tuck my phone in my pocket and head toward his room. As I open the drawer and grab the pencil, I start to head back out—but then stop at the doorway.
It hits me that I've rarely had the chance to come into Luciano's room, even though we've been living together. My eyes wander around the space, taking it all in—the neatly made bed, the subtle cologne that lingers in the air. A mischievous smile curls on my lips.
Why not?
Without a second thought, I kick off my fuzzy slippers and throw myself onto his bed, bouncing a little on the mattress before sinking into the softness. I grab the covers, snuggling into them as I bury my face into his pillow, inhaling deeply.
Luciano's scent clings heavily to the fabric—warm, masculine, a mix of spice and something uniquely him. I close my eyes for a moment, letting it fill my lungs. A sense of comfort sweeps over me, making it feel like he's right here, even though he's not.
With a small smile, I roll off the bed and walk toward his closet. The doors open to reveal rows of neatly arranged clothes, each item crisply hanging as if they're waiting for him.
