First Meet Foul: A sunshine/grump, enemies to lovers sports romance (Central State Football Book 1)
First Meet Foul: Chapter 21

I’d been doing sex wrong. No one told me it could be like this.

My soul left my body when Luca ran his tongue down my stomach, pausing only for a second as he slid his fingers into the waistband of my pants and practically ripped them off. I didn’t have time to worry about any insecurities. With him, I floated.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, nipping the inside of my thigh. He was on his knees, my legs spread wide as he stared at my pussy with wolf-like eyes—the same gaze I saw him have on the field.

He was in the intensity zone I’d fantasized about. Goose bumps broke out over my body, neck to my toes, as he gently blew on my legs. “What are you… doing?” I panted, seconds away from bursting into flames.

“Whatever you let me.” He used two fingers to spread me farther, then I about arched my back off the bed and took flight when he flattened his tongue against me. He hummed as he lapped my clit, the vibration of his deep tones traveling from his mouth to my core.

I gripped my sheets in my hands, needing to hold on as pleasure built up in aggressive, earth-shattering waves. My pulse wasn’t just a beat but a bass drum, setting the tone to my release. “Luca, Luca,” I breathed, the pace a little too fast. “I’m going to—”

“I need you to,” he said, his lips rubbing against my sensitive skin. “Come in my mouth, fall apart, show me all of you right now.”

He slid one finger inside me, curling it before adding a second as he returned his tongue to my clit. Sweat pooled on my skin as he used his other free hand to cover my stomach, holding me down. I writhed around, thrashing as I fought for the orgasm, but he didn’t let me move. His strength made everything hotter.

“I’m… it’s…” I panted, throwing my head back and rocking my hips into his face. He sucked harder and stroked faster and hell motherfucking yes. Blinding pleasure, a current of energy purely made to feel like ecstasy, burst like a firework from my core to my fingernails. I couldn’t breathe as my orgasm gripped me, lighting me up and sending every cell on my skin to tingle.

Luca ate me the entire time, licking and stroking and coaxing me to destroy his face. It was so much I felt drunk. Like it was a parallel life, not real. As the pleasure subsided, I opened my eyes to replace him staring at me, his brown gaze filled with warmth and hunger.

He released his hold on my pussy and grinned at me, his lips wet with my juices and my skin flushed. He didn’t let me stay in that space long. He crawled back over my body, nipping my nipple before smiling down at me. “So much better than watching you do it to yourself.”

“Agreed,” I said, my voice raspy. “Holy shit, Luca.”

“This is just the beginning. Please tell me you understand.” He licked the center of my chest, then my neck up to my ear. “If we’re doing this one time, then I’m getting every part of you.”

I nodded, the tickle of his scruff along my neck sending a flicker of warmth to my core. Which was wild. I needed time to settle down between orgasms, but with him, my body had never felt more awake, more open to try anything. Instead of alarming me, I loved it. The forbidden aspect, knowing it would only be one time, added another layer of naughtiness to it, and I bit into Luca’s shoulder. He stilled, then stared down at me.

“What was that for?”

“You’re not the only one who likes to use their teeth.”

He shuddered, and I used the moment of weakness to roll him onto his back, leaving me naked and straddling his still in pants waist. But god, the view? His stomach muscles were carved and hard. I traced them along his happy trail up to his belly button. Nothing but a strong core and smooth skin. I lowered myself to tease him with little licks along his ribs, pecs, and when I swirled his nipple, he gripped my ass.

“Oh, you like this?” I baited him, biting down on his pebbled tip. He grunted and squeezed my ass in his large hands. I’d have a bruise, but what a badge to earn “You do.”

“I like you touching me anywhere, doing any damn thing.” He moved one hand to the back of my head, guiding me to his mouth. “Kiss me. I need your mouth again.”

What a command. I obliged, happily, as I brought my mouth to his, the musky taste of myself on his lips. It was hot, knowing he’d eaten me so deliciously before, and my skin heated as our kiss grew longer and messier. He ground against my bare pussy, the front of his pants showing evidence of my arousal, but I didn’t care.

This was the hottest night of my entire life, and I wanted him to have that too. I broke apart our mouths and grinned as I scooted down his body and finally yanked off his pants. He gasped when I gripped his firm, thick cock in between my hands and damn. He was big and sturdy and hard as hell. “Show me how you stroke yourself,” I said, my voice all throaty and honestly kinda sexy.

I liked this version of myself, unworried about what this meant because it was already discussed. He looked at me like I hung the sun and gave me the best orgasm of my life. Enjoying sex without the mental stuff was incredible.

Luca’s jaw tensed as I stroked him up and down a few times. He covered my hands with one of his and adjusted my grip. Then, he set the pace. “I thought about this when I get off. What it’d feel like to have your hands around my dick.”

“Did you envision it feeling like this?” I went hard, then slow, loving the way the pulse at the base of his neck went haywire.

“God yes. This is better.”

“What if I did… this?” I winked before getting onto my knees and taking him in my mouth. He about dove off the bed, and the sound that escaped his throat? Incredible. He was undone, and I did that to him. The popular, gorgeous, grumpy football guy was putty in my hands.

Power like that was dangerous.

I sucked the tip of his head, then throated him all the way back. I gagged, and my eyes watered, but I took him deeper. I hollowed out my cheeks, swirling my tongue once before moving my neck, and Luca gripped my hair, hard.

He grunted and groaned and said my name over and over as I continued sucking him. Something about him made me want to do dirty, filthy little things to have them remain in his mind forever. I cupped his balls and let my finger flirt with his taint, wanting him to feel even an ounce of the pleasure I had.

I was wet as hell, my clit swelling with need as I destroyed Luca’s ability to speak. He mumbled as his thighs turned to granite. My jaw ached, and my neck hurt, but I kept going. I wanted to make every fantasy come true, and even as my eyes watered, I powered through.

“Lo, stop,” he begged, his hands pulling my hair.

I stilled and stared up at him. It was surreal, our gazes meeting as his cock twitched in my mouth. “Hm?”

“I’m not coming like this.” He shook his head. “I want your ass in the air, your hair wrapped around my hand, and my cock so far inside you, you’ll feel me tomorrow.”

I stared, releasing him as my mouth fell open. No one, in my entire life, had said anything like that to me, and I loved it.

“Understood, Lorelei?” He pulled me up onto his lap, his rigid cock hitting his stomach as I straddled his thighs. He refused to let me look away, the intense eye contact making this more extreme, more intimate. “I’ll make you feel good.”

I trembled, and he used his thumb to swirl around my clit. We stared at each other, our bodies sweaty and breaths heavy. I groaned and bit my lip as he applied more pressure. “Luca,” I said, not quite sure what I wanted or needed. It was almost too much to have him stare at me as he played with me.

His cheek twitched as he licked his lips, staring down at my pussy. We both watched his thumb on me, moving in a slow circle in a perfect rhythm. “I need you nice and wet to take me.”

I moaned. He was so direct and to the point, his words fucking sexy. “Condoms in the drawer.”

Without stopping the pressure on my clit, he reached into the nightstand table and pulled out a foil packet.

“Open it. My hands are busy.”

I nodded, gasping for air as my gut ached. With just his thumb, he revved me up like he knew my own secrets. “I’m… I’m…”

“Focus, Lorelei. You’re not coming again unless it’s on my cock.” He slid a finger inside me again, arching a brow. “Put the condom on me while I stretch you.”

This had to be a form of torture, trying to focus on tearing the tiny packet. Who made condoms this small? Why wasn’t it working? My ears rang, and my pussy tightened around his fingers, the smells of sex lingering in the air. It was so hot, and he used his fingers so well. I just needed more pressure to come again.

I rocked my hips, but he stilled.

“Lorelei, don’t make me stop.”

I whined, unable to form words, and he smiled. “What?” I asked.

“Love that little sound you made, like the thought of me not touching your pussy has you whimper.”

I finally slid the condom on his cock, and he stiffened, his eyes flashing with heat before he lifted me and repositioned me so the head was right at my opening. My body ached with need, with how much I wanted him.

“You ready for me, Lo? Use your words. Be clear.”

I rested my forehead against his, breathing him in. “Yes.”

He thrust into me, and oh, baby.

“Take your time fitting me, I need this to feel good for you.” He kissed me, softly, and the opposition of how dirty he talked with the moment of sweetness about did me in.

He allowed me set the pace, rocking my hips and replaceing the right angle to take him deep. He gripped my hips, letting out a little groan every time I clenched around him. After a minute of staring, he snapped and grabbed the back of my head and dragged my mouth to his.

He kissed me hard, and as our tongues stroked and slid against each other, my heart hammered against my ribcage to the point I might bruise. Every thrust lit me up, hitting my g-spot so perfectly that all other sex was ruined for me.

My nipples tightened with need, and it was like he read my body. Gripping my hair in his hand, he tilted my head back, forcing my chest out to him, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth so hard it stung.

But as soon as it hurt, he stilled and licked it nice and sweet.

Fucking Luca Monroe was just like that—I knew it’d hurt a little, but fuck, it was sweet as hell and totally worth it. We rocked together, our bodies in sync as my second orgasm built. My muscles went rigid as friction grew.

“You.” He thrust, licked my chest. “Are.” He thrust again, biting my earlobe. “Perfect.”

The pain from his teeth set me off, and I lost it. Gripping his shoulders, I whined, the moan escaping out of me unlike one I had ever made. “Luca, I’m so close!” I cried, resting my forehead against his as my vision blurred. It was unreal, magical, and Luca slid out of me and placed me on my stomach.

I readjusted so my ass was in the air, reaching my hand between my thighs to ease the pain.

“No, your pleasure is mine.”

He eased back into me, gripping my hair again as he used his other hand to reach around my waist and play with my clit. He matched his fingers to the pace he thrust into me, and it didn’t take long before I exploded. My face was buried into the sheet, my cries dulled by the fabric, but Luca’s… no, his were feral, wild, loud.

He tugged my hair, groaning so wonderfully out of control he fell on top of me. His weight knocked the breath out of me, but what a way to go.

I could feel the erratic, powerful beat of his heart as his chest pressed against my back. His breath tickled my ear as he panted and damn…that was…

“Give me ten minutes.”

Wait. “What?” I asked, my voice hardly recognizable.

“We said tonight, yes? That was it?”

“Yes, but…?”

“Then we get all night.” He rolled off me, laying on his side and propping up his head on his hand. His biceps looked huge, like the size of my face this up close.

He smelled delicious like this, sweaty and hints of laundry and wood. I wanted to breathe him in for a little while longer and take a fat nap, but he trailed his finger down my spine, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Fine, you look sleepy. I’ll give you thirty minutes to rest. But I want you naked like this. There’s too much to admire.”

I snorted, rolling onto my back and staring up at my ceiling fan. My hair was in disarray, tangled and in every direction. I surely had bruises or hickeys on my skin, and my face had to be bright red. “Admire is a strong word.”

“I mean it.”

He tilted my face toward him, his touch so damn delicate and gentle that my stomach swooped. Filthy and aggressive Luca was one thing. Soft and kind and gentle Luca was dangerous for more reasons that I cared to admit.

“Please tell me sex for you isn’t always like this.” His voice dipped low, like he too grappled with how life altering that was.

I shook my head, grinning. “Not even once.”

“Okay, good.” He chuckled. “That was something.”

“Yes.”

“And we get to do it until sun-up? Because then I have to get back to…”

“Hey.” I inched closer to him. “No talk of tomorrow. We know what we agreed to.” I kissed his nose. “Thirty-minute power nap, then we replace a way to sneak into the shower together.”

“Atta girl. I knew you were worth breaking at least one rule for.”

“Just one?” I giggled, giving him my back as he tugged me against his chest. He kissed my neck as his cock wedged itself perfectly between my ass.

“You know you’re trouble. Now focus. Thirty minutes are on the clock. Then it’s game time.”