Au Pair

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© 2017 Luna Black

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The reception lasted a little over an hour after our insane conga line. Misumi and Killian had planned to spend their honeymoon in Italy – a gift that apparently, Luca had graciously given. He owned two small villas off the coast of southern Italy and wanted to give his best friend a honeymoon to remember.

If Luca and I didn't get serious (I highly doubted we would) I would have to make sure to stay on his good side and hope that he liked me enough to give me a free stay in one of his villas.

Luca and I didn't talk much after his phone call. I knew that he was upset about it and I didn't want to overstep my boundaries by asking. I just didn't want to make a scene around his friends, so I gave him his space.

I helped Eddie and Ellie clean up for a bit before he called me away. I really liked them. Misumi was a sweetheart and I felt bad that her family hadn't approved of her marriage to Killian because he obviously loved her.

Ellie and Ace mostly kept to themselves because they were too busy keeping an eye on their daughter and when they weren't taking care of her, Ace would be tending to her every need. They were cute and definitely relationship goals because according to Eddie, the hot tattooed god had a fraenum piercing.

Once he told me about Ace's piercing we spent around ten minutes talking about how great it must've felt and how jealous we were of Ellie.

Eddie and I were so alike it was almost terrifying. He was like the best friend I never had. He was great, funny, and as crazy in the sexual endeavours as me. He made me feel extremely comfortable; I even told him of how I couldn't wait to leave the reception and be alone with Luca.

We exchanged numbers, so that we could meet up once we all went back to New York and catch up. Maybe he was being nice and felt like he had to give me his number out of pity (I told him I didn't know anyone in New York) but it just kept adding to the positive vibes I had that day.

The walk back to the hotel room was painfully silent. I wanted to desperately make Luca talk, even if he just wanted to vent about whatever upset him, but he didn't seem to want to talk. I had never seen him as pissed as he was then.

"Hey, Lu-"

He slammed the door behind him and I jumped, startled. What the hell happened to him?! I closed the hallway door and tried my best to rush over to him in my heels.

"Luca!" He continued walking and I raised my eyebrows, surprised at his behaviour. "Okay, drama queen, qué carajo te pasa a ti?!"

He abruptly stopped and turned to me with dark eyes. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were fiery. Oh, he was definitely pissed – but I could do "pissed off" nicer than he could. And I grew up watching telenovelas, I could definitely pull off the drama queen act better than he could. I hadn't done anything to him!

"I don't have time for your attitude right now, Daniela; it's not cute."

My jaw dropped in total surprise and he continued walking up the steps. I gritted my teeth, walking after him and bit back my tongue. I promised myself that I wasn't going to embarrass anyone in public today and we were almost at the room. I would lose my restraint there.

Once we were in the room, I slammed the door shut and let out a forced laugh. "My attitude isn't cute? ¡Tú de verdad que estas bien cabron! You're the one slamming doors and scowling all the way to the fücking room! You're acting like someone pissed on your fücking food!"

"Don't like it?" He raised his hands, "Go with that guy! I'm sure he won't mind!"

I frowned, throwing my wallet on the bed. "What guy?!"

"That Eddie-"

And suddenly everything seemed to make sense. He was jealous of Eddie. I burst out laughing in disbelief. My stomach almost cramped in pain at how hard I laughed. "You're really jealous?"

His scowl darkened and he clenched his fists. "Did I say something funny?"

"Yes," I breathed between giggles, "you're jealous of Eddie."

"I am not jealous, Daniela," He growled, angrily shrugging his suit jacket off.

I grinned, stepping forward and said, "You're jealous of a gay man."

His jaw ticked and his nostrils flared. "If I say it in Spanish will you understand? No estoy celoso."

I ignored him and placed my hands on my hips. "Then, explain your attitude." I placed my hands on his chest, trying to see if his breathing would slow down. I thought he was about to hyperventilate.

Luca gritted his teeth, glaring down at my hands on his hard pecs and spat, "There's nothing to explain."

"Fine," I shrugged, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, "you promised you were going to fück me once we came back to the room. Something along the lines of not needing any clothes tonight."

"I'm not in the mood," He muttered.

I sighed, growing irritated by his childish tantrum. "I was in a room full of hot, delicious men-" If he gritted his teeth any louder and with any more pressure, they were going to shatter.

He grabbed my wrists, trying to push me away, but I was persistent and his jealous was turning me on. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I wanted you," I rolled my eyes, "in a room full of hot men and all I could think about was you. How your hands feel against my body and how good you make me feel. So, stop acting like a little pendejo and fück me."

"I am fücking livid, Daniela," His Italian accent was so strong it was making me want to drool. He was like me when I was pissed, my accent would make it really hard to speak. I didn't move.

I placed my hands on his cheeks, pulling him down and kissed his mouth. He immediately response, his mouth firm and strong against mine. The promise of angry sex was there, just above my reach.

He kissed me voraciously, his teeth grazing my bottom lip and his tongue explored my mouth. I moaned, holding him closer as he lifted me off the ground and walked towards the bed.

Luca threw me down and I let out a loud huff, grinning at him as he crawled over me. "Hands up." I raised my hands above my head and watched as he swiftly took his tie off. He tied my hands against the headboard quickly, expertly, then crawled down to my body and took my shoes off.

"Raise your hips," I did as he asked and bit my bottom lip as his fingers grazed my skin roughly when he slid the dress over my hips. Then my breasts and finally pushed it behind my head, right by my wrists.

My body trembled at the gush of cold air against my skin and he reached around my back to take my bra off. He palmed my breast, making me moan at the sudden warm sensation. He lowered his hand to my stomach and I raised my hips, wanting him to take my panties off immediately.

However, he had other plans in mind. I whimpered quietly as he stood up, walking away from the bed and I raised my head, trying to see what he was doing.

Luca returned shortly after with a small silver bucket. I had watched plenty of porn and knew almost every sex toy there was, but the damn bucket was something I wasn't familiar with. I was ready to tell him to stop, until I realised what he had in the bucket.

Water dripped down the sides, damping the cup and I gulped. He had ice.

My breathing slightly hitched in my chest as he sat next to my body, holding the ice. His eyes were dark and full of lust, but the anger was still there. His jaw was still clenched sexily and I could tell in his expression that I was going to either hate or enjoy this session.

Most likely adore it.

Luca grabbed a small cube of ice and placed the ice bucket on the nightstand. He raised the cube up to my lips and I immediately wrapped my lips around his finger, keeping my eyes on his as I sucked on the cold substance.

He fingered my mouth, rolling the ice on my tongue until it felt like it became smaller. It was still thick, but smaller in size. "I fücking hated seeing you with him." He rubbed the ice against my lips, wetting them before leaning down to bite and tug at my bottom lip.

I groaned, desperate to feel more of him, but he was keen on torturing me for his dumb jealousy.

"The way he touched you," The ice was now sliding down my cheek, then throat and it melted at the hollow of my collarbone. "The way he looked at you," he reached over for another cube of ice and made me suck on it again. "It was driving me crazy."

A grunted whimper rasped out my throat as he slid the ice down to my nipple and he watched me carefully. "Every time his hands brushed past your waist, I felt my blood boiling." He rubbed the ice on my other nipple, making it hard immediately. "When he grinded or touched your ass, I fought every nerve of my body to not fück him up."

"Luca," I whimpered, breathing in sharply when he wrapped his tongue around my nipple. His tongue was warm and my nipple was cold, the sensation of him was so good it made my püssy clench in need.

I tried to prolong the feeling of his mouth on my breasts by arching my back, but he pulled away. The second ice cube had already melted. He brought the third one back to my mouth and I sucked it eagerly, almost excited to begin my own torture.

"And then," he brushed the ice down my stomach, making me hiss at the cold water sliding down my body. He stopped right above my panty line and grinned up at me almost maliciously. ¡Me jodi, me jodi, me jodi!

"I wondered if you were enjoying it," The ice was now sliding down my silk underwear. I could feel a cold droplet of water sliding in between my püssy lips and I couldn't decide if it was the best or worst feeling ever. "If your pretty little püssy was as wet as it gets for me."

I bit my bottom lip, hard and stared up at him with pleading eyes. He had just begun and I was ready to beg for my life. My arms had goose bumps, my fingers were clenched tightly and my püssy was beginning to throb in need.

"Was it?" He questioned, almost mockingly as he spread my legs, rubbing the ice down my thighs and knees. "Did having that man touch you make your püssy wet, Daniela? Was it throbbing the way it is now? Begging to be touched and fücked?"

My thoughts were out the window then. I couldn't think, I could barely breathe and blinking was becoming a pain in the ass. I just wanted him to put his fingers, dïck, or mouth on me. I needed more than what he was giving me. It wasn't enough!

"Tell me, hermosa," He whispered, looking down at the ice as he slid it back up to my panties and I jolted at the coldness of it. "When you danced with him, did you also want his fingers to rub your little püssy lips?"

I gasped out a plea as he rubbed the ice right above the entrance of my slit. "Luca!"

He ignored me, though. He slid the ice down my cünt, not spreading my legs wide enough, so that my clit was exposed. I could just feel the ice on my outer lips and it was enough to make me cry out in desperation and pain.

The ice cube was small, it was almost melting away, but it was still cold!

Luca pushed my legs apart and I gasped as the ice wet my inner thighs. I was dripping wet now, with and without the help of the fücking frozen water he was torturing me with.

He brushed two fingers down my cünt, still not touching my skin, but it was better not having any attention paid to that area. I cried out, arching my back and spread my legs, hoping that he would take pity on me and rip my panties off.

His palm was warm, but his fingers were cold and the two mixed were almost blissful against me. I couldn't exactly explain how perfect his touch was against me.

And then his warmth was gone.

My eyes snapped open and I gulped as he reached for another ice cube. This time he sucked on it, keeping his eyes on me as he wrapped his tongue around it, teasing me. He didn't understand how ready to be fücked I was.

Luca sat beside the bed, his back facing me as he looked down at the centre between my legs. He spread my legs again, this time cutting straight to the chase. He pushed my panties to the side and pressed the ice against my outer lip, making me yelp out loud.

He held my thighs down, ignoring my pleas as he rubbed the ice against my skin. For a moment, all of my nerves seemed to go haywire. He slid the ice cube down my slit, pushing my püssy lips open and I let out a scream.

He rubbed the fücking ice in circle, then up and down, not stopping until it melted against my skin, leaving cold water behind. The droplets slid down my skin, making me shiver and my teeth chattered.

Luca smirked up at me, an evil smile on his lips as he raised my hips and wrapped his mouth against my püssy.

"Fück!" I moaned, biting my arm to keep from screaming bloody murder.

His tongue pressed down on my panties, rubbing my clit over the cloth. I cried and begged him to take my panties off and he finally obliged just as I was reaching an orgasm. He was torturing me past the breaking point.

"Oh, god," I lurched, feeling high.

Luca pushed my püssy lips apart, reaching my clĭt quickly and he relentlessly ate me out. My thighs quivered around his head as he sucked me into bliss. His saliva mixed with my arousal and water, making my püssy even wetter than normal.

The sensations that my body was experiencing were otherworldly. I thrashed against the bed, yanking my hands against the tie to try and hold him, but he made sure to tie me securely. I would most likely have red marks behind when he finally untied me, but at that moment I couldn't have cared less about my wrists.

I just needed Luca to give me the damn orgasm he kept denying me.

His index and middle finger spread my centre open, allowing him easier access to my clit and he continued sucking eagerly. I groaned, biting my arm again and hoped that he didn't pull away as soon as my orgasm began to near.

My legs trembled and my breathing quickened as I began to feel the familiar sensation bubbling at the pit of my stomach. It was glorious and right there. My toes began to curl and my legs even tensed, hoping and waiting for the crash of electricity to hit me.

"No, no, nonononono!" I almost sobbed as Luca pulled away before pressing a gentle kiss to my trembling nub.

He chuckled, evilly and licked his bottom lip. "Squisito."

I let out a shaky breath, trying to glare at him as he stood up from the bed and walked over to his suitcase. He rummaged through the clothes and I turned my head the other way, not wanting to see what else he was going to bring over.

My hair was sticking to my neck with sweat and I could feel my body shivering from the sudden cold that was enveloping me. I gulped, trying to regain feeling in my limbs and turned to look back at Luca.

He was unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, just watching me as if I were his prey. I swallowed again, this time biting my tongue back before I said anything that would prolong this torturous but delicious punishment.

His smile was wicked, but also lustful. He couldn't stop looking at my body, his expression spoke everything he wasn't saying with his mouth. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him and I could only hope that he gave in before I would die from lack of dïck.

Finally, he finished undressing and I bit my bottom lip, watching as he stroked the length of his cöck. I squirmed, picturing the head of his dïck pressing right against my entrance and fücking me into oblivion.

I pressed my thighs together, impatiently waiting for his next move.

Luca rolled a condom on and climbed back on the bed, looking down at my sore and ravenous püssy. "Get on all fours."

I quickly nodded, forcing every nerve in my body to move my legs. They felt weak and useless, but the need of him inside of me overpowered the weak state of my body. Somehow, I managed to crawl on my knees and twist my wrists around the tie.

I held unto the headboard, immediately arching my back with my face against the pillows. I knew what was coming and if the god of sex was listening to my begging prayers, I was about to get fücked doggy style.

Luca caressed my ass cheek and I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes in pleasure. He smacked it, quickly and painful, but still pleasurable. I couldn't explain how good it felt to be smacked. Man, I was a masochist.

It sent shocks straight to my centre and I let out a low moan. He rewarded me, rubbing the area he had just smacked gently, almost as if he had regretted causing me pain, but if he wanted to, I would have let him smack it again.

His hand slipped between my legs and I jolted, biting the pillow against my face to keep from hurrying him. He was enjoying this as much as I hated it. Patience was not a virtue that I was graced with.

As if hearing my silent pleas, Luca spread my legs a bit and pushed his dïck in me. It wasn't eased in or slowed. He thrusted his entire length into me in one quick stroke and the noise that left my body was almost inhuman. It was a mixture of a growl and a squeal.

He had made sure I was aroused enough that the intrusion wasn't totally painful and the masochistic part of me loved it. He didn't move once he was inside, he waited until I was comfortable and then began his long, beautiful strokes.

My mouth fell open as I moaned in pleasure and he leaned his body over mine, his abs pressing against my back. He was sweaty, warm and oh-so good at what he was doing.

His hand wrapped around my throat and he pulled me back, kissing my mouth forcefully. I groaned as his other hand reached around my waist and he fumbled my breasts. Moans and whimpers left my mouth as he fücked me. It wasn't sweet and soft or even sweet and rough.

Luca bit my back, grazed his nails on my skin as he grabbed me and held me tightly. I would surely have bruises tomorrow morning and I was loving every minute of it. His hand slid down my breasts to my clit and he rubbed it gently.

My body jerked against his at the overwhelming sexual sensations and I leaned against him, arching my back, hoping to increase the friction between us. He continued thrusting, still rubbing my sensitive areas gently, but with enough pressure that the orgasm began to build in the pit of my stomach again.

His thrusts lacked any delicacy or tenderness; it was obvious that romancing me was the last thing on his mind. He just fücked me; all emotions out the window and I realised then that this was probably better than if we had involved feelings in it.

Luca grunted, biting my bottom lip into his mouth and I groaned, fighting the tie, so I could hold him closer, but I couldn't. Miraculously, Luca decided to have mercy on me and reached over my head to untie me.

In a split second, he managed to untie me from the headboard and spin me, so that I was underneath and facing up at him. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, spreading my legs, so he could slide back in me and let out a contented moan as his cöck reached heavenly places.

I dragged my nails down his back, gasping as he wrapped his hand around my thigh and lifted it, trying to gain better access into me. For the next three minutes, the only thing that could be heard was the slick sound of our sweaty bodies smacking into each other, curses and heavy breathing.

Luca kissed me, his teeth grazing my mouth as fücked me and I threw my head back, shuddering as waves of bliss began to cascade through me. It began as tingles right on my toes and then cascaded up to my entire body, overtaking me in a beautiful dance of orgasmic explosions.

Since he couldn't reach my mouth to kiss it, he pressed his mouth against my neck, biting and sucking – probably leaving behind hickies and bruises. He reached down, rubbing my wet püssy until I trembled to the feel of another orgasm.

My legs began to hurt by how hard I was tensing them around his waist, but I couldn't seem to unwind and relax. Everything was so passionate and raw – it was new and exciting. I was surely going to become addicted to every sexual side of Luca Valenté.

He began to jerk in me, signalling the near of his climax and I moaned loudly, absentmindedly clamping my teeth down on his shoulder. I wasn't sure how he didn't kick me off him the moment I bit him, but he just kept thrusting in me, slowing his strokes down in a pattern that was prolonging the motion.

For a second we both climbed clouds and reached the highest peak of blissfulness, his face contorted in pleasure and he grunted loudly, a string of curses following the orgasm that he was enjoying.

Luca dropped on me, his head resting on my belly and I lay underneath him, not having the energy to move. We stayed there for a couple of minutes, just trying to regain our strength and breath.

I raised my hand, running my fingers through his wet hair and he shivered against me, breathing in deeply. "Feel better?"

He nodded his head, not raising it from my stomach. "I apologise if I hurt you."

I shook my head, using the little of the strength I had to push him on his back and climbed on him. I smiled down at him, pressing kisses of his chiselled cheekbones and whispered, "That was so fücking hot, Luca."

He chuckled, quietly and softly, stirring emotions deep in my stomach. They weren't sexual and it freaked me out. His hand reached up to the spot right above my breast and he traced the bitemark he left behind.

I leaned down to kiss his mouth and closed my eyes, loving the feel of his fingers trailing up my back to wrap around my hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezing me to him and I smiled against his mouth.

"Fück, Daniela," He swore softly, his head falling back on the bed. "I'm in love with your body. Totally and absolutely love every inch of your body, I can't explain it but it fücks with my mind and it fücking sucks."

"It's okay," I straightened my back, sitting on his abs, "that's how I feel about your dïck."

He shook his head. "No, it's not the same. When I saw, Eddie touching you, I couldn't explain what came over me. I wanted to walk over and rip his hands from you. I just...I don't want to scare you, but I want your body."

"It's yours," I whispered, gently, caressing his swollen lips, "it's yours if you want it."

Luca nodded, closing his eyes as I leaned down to kiss him again and whispered, "I want it; I want all of it." His tongue swiped over my bottom lip and I let him take control of the kiss, deepening it passionately. "Mine."

I laughed, "Okay, werewolf, I'm yours." I crawled down, cuddling up to his body and he wrapped his arm around me, warming me up. "Next thing you'll want to do is pee on me like a dog to mark your territory."

"Will it keep men away from you?" He asked, but I could hear the humour in his voice.

"It'll keep everyone away from me," I giggled, tracing the bitemark I left on his shoulder. Damn, we really fücked like dogs.

We didn't say anything else for a couple more minutes, the silence was welcomed. I just listened to the beat of his heart and traced my fingertips over his godly, chiselled body.

Luca carried me to the bathroom and we took a shower. It took longer than necessary because apparently, jealousy gave him more stamina than usual. I didn't mind, though. I loved the feel of his hands all over me. He was becoming my new drug and I didn't mind being addicted.

Once we were done showering, he helped me change the bed sheets and he turned the TV for us to watch a movie. I wasn't really paying much attention because he was rubbing his fingers against my back gently, extremely soothing.

I almost fell asleep on him. I tried not to, though. I enjoyed spending time with him, even if we were totally silent and watching the TV. He was probably lost in his thoughts as well because his eyes looked kind of glazed as he looked at the black and white movie, but we were still together.

It was like his presence in the room was enough for me.

"But I love you, Steven!" The actress on screen cried out, holding unto the guy's leg. He looked down at her in disgust and tried to shake her off, but she kept her hold on him.

I scoffed, making Luca look down at me with raised eyebrows and I shrugged. "I would never beg a man to love me."

He nodded. "I wouldn't expect any less of you."

"I honestly don't think I would even tell a guy I love him," I muttered.

He tucked my hair behind my ear, caressing me sweetly. "Why not?"

I shrugged, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "I haven't had good experiences with men in the past when it comes to love. They all leave," I let out a pathetic laugh, "I'm not going to throw that around without actually finding someone that will stay."

Luca was silent for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth again. He closed it, frowning and then said, "I think, that if I truly loved a person, I wouldn't hesitate to tell them. Our lives are so short and counted in this world. If I find love, I want that person to know before it's too late."

I looked up at him, snuggling against his chest. "Have you ever been in love?" He shook his head. "Then, how will you know when you love a person?"

"Well," he cleared his throat, really trying to think about his answer, "as cheesy and stupid as it sounds, I think that love is the core of everything. It's seeing the smile of your significant other and realising that the world isn't as shïtty as it seems. It's hearing their laugh and thinking that you hear angels singing in the background. It's seeing them cry and wanting to tear the world apart, until you see that smile and laugh that you so desperately adore. Basically, it's putting their needs before yours, wanting to make them happy no matter the cost – because like they say, love is blind and sometimes it makes us do things that go against our morals."

His answer was sweet, I liked it. But it wasn't enough to make me believe in telling anyone that I loved them. I snorted. "That all sounds like a bunch of rainbows and unicorns shït, Luca. It's sweet, really and maybe even creative, but what about the little things that they do that piss you off? What about when you're mad and the other person realises you're not worth it anymore?"

"I understand, hermosa," He said, softly, "but that's exactly what love is. Fully knowing all of their flaws and still wanting to wake up to them every morning. Pushing past the boundaries that you're used to. I think that once you meet someone that proves they won't leave, you will change your mind."

I shrugged, not realising that I had tightened my arms around him. "They all leave."

He didn't say anything else after that. We just went back to our silence and pretending we gave a damn about the movie. I wish for a second that I knew what was going through his head, but I also knew that I didn't want him to know what was going through mine.

I was so afraid of the feelings he gave me. I was utterly terrified of waking up one day and realising that he was just a sweet memory, just like Marco had been. Every man in my life had given me happy memories and then left.

I remember happy times with my father and then the heartbreak that happened when he left. It wasn't his fault of course, but death was still a huge factor in allowing my heart to open up and love. Then Marco chose my sister and left, even after we had promised to love each other and spend the rest of our lives together.

My sexy boss was giving me unforgettable memories and I was afraid of loving him because I knew the moment I did, he would leave.

"Daniela," He gently tipped my chin upwards, "you said so yourself, I always keep my promises."

I nodded, cracking a smile. "Surprisingly you do."

Luca smiled, but his eyes were serious, not breaking away from mine. "Believe me when I say," he pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth, "I am not leaving; I'm not going anywhere without you."

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The upcoming chapters will be cute little dates between them. A little more sex, cute dates, and then drama. But remember I always have happy endings!

Would y'all like Luca to ask Dani to be his gf before any of the drama happens or just leave them as friends with benefits? I'm curious to read your perspectives, haha. Sorry for the misspellings and all that jazz, I was a little tired!

xo, Luna