My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance (4 page)

Chapter Five: Over the Top

Hearing Megan ask him to come in had been music to Lucca's ears. He could not deny being attracted to her. She was so refreshing from the women he normally spent his time with. She was funny and intelligent and not after him for his money. How could she be when she didn't know how rich he was? And he wanted to keep it that way, keep her in the dark. He had to get to know her first, before she could put on an act, to be sure she wasn't a gold digger, that she wasn't shallow, that she might be someone he could live with for a few months, let alone the rest of his life.

Most of his relationships with women entailed sex and money and only lasted about a month before he grew tired of their demands and expectations. The idea of only being with one woman for the rest of his life both filled him with fear and excitement.

Although, right now, his excitement was geared toward the beautiful brown-skinned woman pinned on the bed beneath him.

It took all of his control to hold himself still. All he wanted to do was slam into her again and again until he found his release. But he held back, prolonging the pleasure of this moment. He wanted her, but he also wanted her to remember this, to remember him long after he left. "You ready?"

"Have… have your…" Megan was gasping, breathless, and he fought back a grin at the effect he was having on her. Even without her touching him, she was affecting him too. That she would let him do what he wanted to her gave him such a high. And her kisses? Damn. She knew how to curl her tongue and kiss like no other. "Your way…"

He hadn't planned on them having sex so soon, but she wanted it and so did he. Desperately. Maddeningly. Immediately. Lucca pulled himself almost completely out, so only the tip of his cock parted her folds then plunged back in. Already he could feel her walls closing around him. She had already come easily for him. He hoped to make her come again and again. The feeling of her walls closing around his fingers had forced some precum out of his cock. He couldn't wait to feel her orgasm around his cock. That alone would probably be enough to send him over the edge.

Incredible. That's how she felt. So wet and tight and when he shifted just so, she moaned and gripped the bed. Yes, oh, yes. His cock tightened. No. Not yet.

He pulled out abruptly.

Megan lifted up slightly. He eased her back down, willing himself to calm marginally. He rubbed his cock against her slick folds, teasing them both as his tip came close to her opening, his hands seeking out her breasts, her dark nipples. Pinching, sucking, licking, and kissing all over her body. She tried to kiss and lick him back, but he kept moving, claiming her body with his mouth, branding her with hickies and kisses. For tonight at least, her body was his and he was going to give her as much pleasure as he hoped to find in her.

She squirmed against him, thrusting her hips, grinding against him. He was torturing them both, and he loved every second of the delay, knowing his release, and hers, would be that much stronger for it.

"P-please," she moaned.

"My way with you, remember," he growled before claiming her lips to swallow any more of her words.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth. It was obvious she wanted to take a more active role than just lying there, accepting what he was giving her even though she obviously enjoyed what he was dishing out.

Next time, maybe, he'd let her have the reins.

Now that was something he didn't normally do—give up control in the bedroom. Hand over a credit card to stop a woman's prattling? Yes, but the bedroom was his.

But maybe just once with Megan… If she wanted him again…

He'd just have to pleasure her in so many ways she'd beg to have him in her bed again. That was all there was to it. He had no doubt it would be an unbelievable experience and well worth relinquishing control.

Without warning, he thrust inside her again. Megan broke off the kiss to shriek and moan, her hips gyrating, trying to coax him in farther.

"My," he pulled out some, "way," he shoved in hard, "with," he retreated so only the tip was in her, "you," he finished, plunging deep.

"Yes, oh, Lucca!" Her body trembled beneath him, and he knew she was close.

"You like?" This thrust was gentle, back to torturing them both.

"Oh…"

A slow but deep one. "This?"

"Oh…"

A deep fast one. "Now?"

"Lucca!"

Her muscles contracted so hard around him he feared he would come too. Her body quaked beneath him, and he continued to stroke her with his cock, kissing her to smother her moans. Who knew if she had neighbors? Most probably wouldn't appreciate their loud love-making. Not that he cared, but any excuse to kiss her luscious lips worked for him.

All too soon, she turned her head aside, gulping down air. Her eyes widened as he continued to thrust. "You… you aren't…"

"No, I'm not done with you yet." But he pulled himself out and rolled her onto her stomach. She climbed onto all fours, her perfect brown ass high in the air. He slapped it once, not too hard, and she gasped. It wasn't possible for her to be more wet. He could see her moisture pooling.

Just the sight of her with her ass there, waiting for him, had him grow even harder. He entered her from behind, his hands cupping her breasts. Her big breasts bounced in his hands as he rammed into her again and again.

"You aren't sore, are you?" he asked, pausing. The last thing he wanted was to use her too roughly, and to frighten her away.

In answer, she pulled herself forward then slammed backward, having him go inside her even deeper than before.

"Guess not," he grunted. God, she was all woman, powerful and confident in her body, and boy, could she work it. Yes, he wouldn't mind letting her have control next time.

"Whatever you… want," she whispered breathlessly.

What he wanted was to come, and for her to as well. He kept one hand on a breast, teasing and twisting her nipple. The other lowered to her clit. He only touched her there when he was deep inside her, letting go when he geared up for another plunge. It only took three flicks of his finger accompanied by deep thrusts for her muscles to squeeze his cock. He could feel his balls tightening, and his cock grew full. His groin felt warm and tingly, and it was all he could do not to let out a roar as he ejaculated hard.

This orgasm was amazing. It was beyond what he had expected. For her to give of her body so freely when she hardly knew him… What would it be like to have sex with her if they truly bonded? If they had a real relationship?

He wanted to find out. More than anything, he wanted that.

Normally after sex, all he wanted to do was sleep, but he stayed where he was, almost paralyzed. Only wanting to see Megan's face forced him to pull away. He removed the condom as she straightened and sat next to him. She pointed to the trashcan, and he threw it out.

"Well…" she said softly.

He tucked a curl behind her ear. "Well," he echoed.

His hand cupped her face, and her cheek warmed beneath his touch. "That was incredible," she whispered.

An understatement.

His hand sought out hers, and she squeezed.

"Do you… ah…" She glanced away.

A laugh rumbled out of him. "You don't have to be shy," he said.

"I guess not." Her slow grin morphed into a wide smile. "Do you have to go?"

He glanced at her bedside clock. Almost ten. A little early for him, but what did that matter? "Have to go to bed," he said, "but whose bed is up to you."

"To me?" Her free hand flew to her chest.

For whatever reason, he kept his gaze on her face and not her breasts. "Only fair that you can have your way in some cases too."

"I like the sound of that." She tapped a long finger to her cheek. "Hm… which bed should you sleep in?"

He sucked in a breath. Was she really contemplating sending him away? No woman had ever done that to him before. Sure, he was a little cocky in the bedroom, but he never failed to deliver. His pleasure was so much more heightened when his partner enjoyed it as much as he did. Sex, for him, had always been give and take.

Or was she just teasing him? Lucca hoped that was the case. It was crazy how mad she was driving him, and over sleeping—actually sleeping and not sex!

He traced a finger across the back of her palm, and her eyelids fluttered closed. "Your verdict?" he prompted, unable to help himself.

She opened her eyes. So expressive, like chocolate pools he could melt in. "Maybe I don't feel like sleeping just yet."

"Oh?" His heart started to pound.

Megan smiled sweetly, and he forced himself to calm down. "Before I decide which bed you will be sleeping in tonight, I want to know more about you."

"Fair enough." He nodded, trying to keep his composure, but this was dangerous ground. To her, he just wanted to be an ordinary guy.

"Okay, so tell me about your childhood."

He laughed. "That's a little broad, don't you think?"

Her nose wrinkled. "I guess. Your mom then. What does she do?"

To tell the truth or not.

"She's dead. I'm an orphan," he said in a hushed tone.

Her hands flew to her mouth. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—"

"You didn't know." He wanted to smile to reassure her, but he couldn't. "What about your parents?"

"I…" She shifted uncomfortably. "I haven't seen them in years. They aren't the happiest with me. They've always hated my clothes, how I do my hair, my profession, where I live… They're so demanding and critical…"

"Hey, now. I don't want you to feel like you should have a relationship with your parents just because yours are alive and mine aren't. Sounds like they don't have your best interests at heart. Are you happy?"

After a moment, she nodded.

"That's what matters." He turned his hand so his palm was facing up, giving her the option to hold it, which she took. Lucca grinned. "They didn't want you to go into cooking?"

"Papa thought I wouldn't be able to find decent work."

"Why not?" His smile slipped.

"Because of my race and gender."

"Who cares about that? Plenty of women can cook. Look at Martha Stewart. And Rachel Ray. And Paula Dean. And—"

"Edna Lewis and Sylvia Woods and Delilah Winders. I know. I told him. He didn't listen. He never listens." She shrugged. "I told him I was going to culinary school and that was that. He didn't pay a cent for it, not that I would've wanted him to, because all he would have done is bellyached about it. When I graduated, neither of them showed up so I never bother to call or write or email."

"Megan—"

"Don't." She held up her free hand. "I don't want pity from you or anyone else. I don't need them."

"No you don't. You need supportive people in your life." He couldn't help frowning.

She eyed him suspiciously. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." He glanced away.

"Better try again. My bed is suddenly looking too small for two people to sleep in it."

Lucca gaped at her, and her lips curled into a satisfied smile. Confident and sassy. He liked that. "All right. Sounds like your boss isn't supportive either, so maybe you shouldn't be working for him."

"Maybe not." She bit her lower lip.

"But…" he prompted.

"It's not that simple. Any other restaurant I would apply to would want to have a letter of recommendation from my previous employer, and there's no way he would give me a decent one, let alone a good one. Hell, he's probably going to fire me so what's the point anyhow?"

"Just quit and save yourself the agony."

"No one else will hire me. He'll say the customer getting sick was my fault and—"

"Sue him for slander."

Her eyes narrowed. "A lawsuit? I ain't got time for that. Bunch of nonsense. People cry if they spill milk nowadays. You ain't going to see me cry anytime soon, I can tell you that much."

"So prove it to him that you don't need him. Prove it to yourself."

She released his hand and crossed her arms, a faraway look in her eyes. "I could… But without a letter of recommendation…"

"Can't you get a letter from someone else?"

"This was my first job since graduating." Megan toyed with a curl. "I'm not sure what to do."

She seemed so miserable now, and he hated it. He gave her a wide grin. "Might be time to sleep on it."

She started to nod then stopped and glared at him. "You're insufferable!" Her hand slapped him hard.

Lucca laughed. "Can't blame me for trying."

"I guess not." Megan appraised him. "Two questions. Answer honestly." She wagged her finger.

He held up two fingers. "Scout's honor."

"You were a cub scout?"

"Boy scout," he corrected. "My mother's idea."

Her full lower lip protruded. "Huh. That surprises me."

"Do I surprise you in others ways?" He winked and dodged another slap.

She grabbed her pillow and held it up, ready to beat him with it. "Do you want to answer my questions or not?"