All Wrapped Up (4 page)

Rachel's grip tightened in my hair and I repositioned my hands until I could hold her open with my fingers.  She moaned softly, but held herself still. She was glistening and wet and so, so sexy. I extended my tongue and licked from the bottom of her opening, dipped my tongue inside slightly, then flicked it over her clit. I was totally winging it, drawing on what felt good when Luca did it to me. She moaned and arched into my mouth. Apparently, it was working.

“Good girl.” Luca sank into me easily, thrusting forward until he bottomed out and pushed me into Rachel. She moaned with the extra pressure against her clit.

The whole experience was a little too sensual, a little too perfectly sexual to be real. Rachel tasted tangy and new, and yet completely familiar, and as much as I loved the feeling of Luca inside of me, driving me toward another orgasm, my singular goal in that moment was to get inside Rachel and bring her off with my tongue.

I thought about what I liked, which motions made me squirm and fall apart, and what left me wanting, and what did absolutely nothing. I tried curling my tongue and flicking it over and over as I sucked her clit. Her thighs tensed and trembled and she bucked up into me.

I eased back and swirled my tongue, circling her clit in slow, careful circles. She clutched my hair and pushed her cunt so hard into my face I couldn't breathe.

“Just like that,” she gasped.

Luca thrust into me faster, moving his hips to hit that perfect spot that makes my vision go black at the edges. My own orgasm built fast and hard and I lost focus on Rachel. This was some serious multi-tasking, like fixing all three courses of a meal at one time.

I needed Rachel to get there faster, because at this rate, I was going to suffocate or come. Either of which would keep me from getting her off. I pushed a finger into her and continued to circle my tongue. I opened my mouth wider and sucked in a breath, swamping my senses with Rachel.

“Oh God.” Rachel clenched her thighs together and I kept massaging her G-spot and licking her clit. I wanted her to come hard enough to black out again. “Yes!” She hissed and collapsed against the bed.

Luca took her orgasm as permission to turn loose. He thrust into me hard enough to drive my hips down into the bed until I was pressed flat against Rachel with my chest between her legs and my face against her stomach. He fucked me until all I could feel was the rising flow of arousal as it crested and receded with each thrust. My world was reduced to the heavy building pressure of Luca's cock inside me, pushing my body to release.

“Now, Mari.” Luca slapped my ass hard and then squeezed at my waist to pull me to meet him. “Come now.”

Luca liked to tell me to come, but he usually did it in a way that left the option open to me. He let me come and come again as my body dictated. But his command was so sexy, so demanding, so without option, my body had no choice but to comply. I clenched, then let go and reveled as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.

“God.” Luca thrust once more, then jerked inside me, his body rigid and tight as he spasmed and released. “So good.”

He collapsed next to me. Thank goodness. I didn't know if Rachel, conscious or not, could have taken the weight of both of us. Luca was not a small man.

She groaned softly when I rolled off her and into Luca's arms. He pulled me to him, his movements already heavy with sleep. He draped his arm over me and stretched out until he was able to touch Rachel. He rested his hand on top of her and drifted off to sleep. Rachel's fingers curled into my hair and I reached up and held her hand.

I knew this was a one-time thing since Luca and I weren't looking to expand our relationship to include another person, but she was still my best friend and I didn't want her to wake up later and feel awkward and out of place next to us.

I drifted to sleep feeling well loved and completely satisfied.

Chapter 4

I set the plates on Mom's dining room table and adjusted the lapel on my blazer for the fiftieth time that day. She'd decided that since both my brother Ricky and I had brought dates for Sunday dinner, we should celebrate by using the formal dining room. I'd be more honored if the air conditioning reached this part of the house. Instead it stopped about halfway through the kitchen. I remember my dad saying he would upgrade the ducting, but that was before he disappeared from our lives. Now Mom just lived with it.

The heat wouldn't be so bad if I could take off my jacket, but that wasn't an option after last night. Somewhere along the line, Luca--or maybe Rachel--had given me a huge love bite high enough on my breast that it showed over the top of my blouse. Luca and I woke up with plenty of time for me to go home and pick up a different outfit, but then he'd distracted me by pinning me to the wall and fingering me until I came over and over. The man was relentless. By the time we made it to church, I was a limp, boneless mess.

And so the blazer stayed on.

Luca slipped his arms around me from behind and pulled me into a reverse hug. He snuggled his face into my neck and kissed me lightly.

“I don't know how I'm supposed to control myself when you're bent over the table like that wearing this outfit.” He slid his hands down my front and gathered the edges of the skirt with his fingers. I relaxed into him for a moment and enjoyed the feel of his lips against my neck as he murmured all the dirty things he wanted to do to me in the midst of my mom's good china.

“You have to stop.” I turned my head until I was able to capture his lips in a brief kiss. The last thing I wanted was to be a squirming mess while sitting around my mom's dinner table. I'd finally recovered from our morning together but Luca seemed determined to put me back into a compromised state.

“Oh, you two are so cute together.” My mom set a platter of ham on the table. Not a traditional Mexican meal by a long shot, but she made awesome ham.

I slipped out of Luca's arms, thankful that the rising flush of heat on my neck and face wasn't visible on my skin. I wondered how cute she would think it was if she knew how close Luca was to slipping his fingers into my panties.

Ricky and his girlfriend entered the room and Luca took a step back until he was at a respectful distance from me. He angled himself carefully at my side, no doubt to conceal the erection he'd been pressing into my backside moments ago.

“Dinner looks lovely, Mrs. Zapata.” Luca's hand rested low on my back and he drew small circles with his fingers as he spoke. He was seconds away from slipping his hand beneath the edge of my blazer so he could be that much closer to touching my skin. His need to be as close to me as possible was both endearing and annoying. When we were alone together, I wanted to crawl inside of him just as badly. But with my mom only a few feet away, I wished he was a little more aware of his actions. Or maybe I was wrong. Maybe he was fully aware and just chose to do it anyway. I wouldn't put it past him. I grabbed his hand to still his progress. He smiled at me indulgently.

“Luca, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Carmen?” Even as she scolded him, she glowed from his praise.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Zapata.” Frankly, it didn't matter how many times she said it. Luca was going to call her Mrs. Zapata because that's how he was raised. Anything less would be disrespectful. His grandmother had been very specific about how to address women. Too bad she hadn't included a lesson about not feeling up someone's daughter in her mother’s dining room. Or maybe that was a good thing.

My mom just shook her head and her smile didn't dim even a little. Luca had her thoroughly charmed.

Ricky kicked my leg as he walked by and coughed the words “Bullshit” into his hand. He had read one too many texts from Luca to me when he'd found my lost phone once. Rather than simply give it back to me like a normal person, he'd gone through the messages. He knew what Luca and I got up to so he wasn’t fooled by Luca's smooth manners. I hoped my baby brother was taking notes. Luca was every parent's dream boyfriend. Ricky's latest girlfriend, Gloria, seemed like a nice girl who deserved a man who put forth a little effort.

Luca held my chair for me as I sat. Ricky made a face at me, but followed Luca's example. Maybe he was trainable after all. Luca pressed a kiss to the top of my head and squeezed my shoulders before taking his own seat. There was a simple truth in his actions. Luca wasn't putting on a show, he was being honest with his affections. I was lucky and I knew it.

Gloria placed her napkin in her lap and smiled at me. “We should get together more often. Ricky is a different man when Luca is around.” She winked.

Ricky scoffed and Luca laughed as my mom served the ham. At a glance, it didn't really go with the black beans and corn tortillas, but that was the beauty of crossing culture boundaries with food. Things that didn't seem to go together blended smoothly on the palate. My mom was a master at mixing.

“Luca, can you tell me what you do? I've asked Ricky, but he just doesn't understand it well enough to explain.” Gloria smiled and looked at Luca through her lashes. They'd met once before, but today was the first time they'd spent more than a few moments saying hello. Ricky may not have realized that his girlfriend was scamming on my boyfriend, but I definitely got it. She stared at him like she was trying to picture his chest without his shirt. I’d make sure it was a view she'd never see.

“It's really not very complicated.” Luca held my hand as he ate. He was able, through some miracle of nature, to use both hands with equal success. This worked to my advantage in many different situations. “I am an actuary. That means I assess risk and assign values to those risks. For example, are you more likely to die from falling out of an airplane or falling in your shower.” He spoke with charming fluidity, his words flowing and annoyingly beautiful.

Gloria looked completely enraptured and I thought about throwing a spoonful of beans at her, but my mom would never have forgiven me, so I pulled out the big guns instead. I released Luca's hand and moved my hand to his thigh. His hand, now free to roam, drifted up my back to my neck. He cupped his hand just below my hairline and swiped his thumb over the skin there. It was completely subconscious on his part, but Gloria definitely noticed it as a sign of ownership. Not that I wanted to be owned, but I sure as hell wanted her to back off. She noticed and sat back in her chair slightly.

I smirked at her. It was totally petty and I felt great about it. Every thought I had about Ricky stepping up to take care of her disappeared. Instead of stepping up his game, he needed to step off completely and find someone who didn’t try to flirt with his sister’s boyfriend.

“How's Rachel? I haven't seen her in forever. Since your birthday, I think.” Ricky spoke around a mouthful of beans and ham.

I felt my face flush. Rachel had been gone when Luca and I had awoken that morning. But my body held the evidence of the many times we'd woken each other up throughout the night. Sometimes she went for Luca, pulling his sleep-hard cock into her body or mouth as she squeezed my hand to wake me up and make sure she wasn't crossing a line by taking without permission. She paused only long enough to slide a condom into place. Other times, she devoted her attention to me. I woke once with her mouth on my clit and her fingers pushing inside me. Another time she woke me by straddling my face and riding my mouth until she came with a shout. Luca woke after a few minutes that time and just watched. When Rachel tensed on the edge of orgasm, he reached over and fingered her asshole briefly until she gushed hot and wet all over my face.

She'd left a note on the table saying she had a great time and that she'd see me at work on Monday.

“As a matter of fact, Rachel joined us for dinner last night. She's doing well.” Luca answered when I remained silent a beat too long. I guess dinner was one way to describe how we'd spent our time. We'd certainly done a lot of eating.

“She's such a lovely girl. I hope she meets someone nice soon.”

“Me, too, Mom.” I choked down a drink of water and wished she would allow me to break open a bottle of wine. For whatever reason, she refused to serve wine with the meal, yet had no objections to us having a drink after. I’d just have to wait.

I had absolutely no reservations about the things Luca and I chose to do in the bedroom, but I didn't want to be reminded of them over dinner. And today that seemed to be the running theme.

“I'm thinking about setting her up with a friend of mine from work,” Luca said it casually, like it was no big deal. Except it was. Rachel was my best friend. Anyone he wanted to bring around had to meet with my approval first.

“Really? Who's that?” I scratched my nails lightly along his inseam.

“You remember Richard.” Luca kept his face down, but I could hear the slight tremble of uncertainty. Maybe he was rethinking his decision. After all, the one and only time I'd met Richard, he'd been there specifically to fuck me while Luca watched. We hadn't gone through with it and Richard hadn't resurfaced.

“Is that a good idea?” I wanted to ask more probing questions, like exactly how kinky Richard was and what he would expect of Rachel. Not that I was the keeper of her vagina, but still.

Luca nodded carefully. He clearly wanted to discuss this more thoroughly as well. That would have to wait for later. “He's a good man.”

“Well, I hope we get to meet him some day.” My mom contributed to the conversation, oblivious to the undercurrents of tension rolling between me and Luca. And me and Gloria. I was never sure if my mom was purposefully unaware, or if she really was clueless.

“I don't know, Mom. That's a lot of pressure on one might-happen meeting,” I said.

Right about now would be when Ricky would normally cut in with some asshattish comment about my date, said in Spanish of course. He'd tried that once with Luca and been sufficiently mortified and humbled when Luca had answered for me. His grandmother taught him Spanish as a boy, but spoke primarily English. As a result, Luca was beautifully fluent, but had virtually no accent. It was a tricky combination and a good lesson for Ricky. Still, I sometimes missed his insights.