My Italian BFF

Chapter Three

When we reached the apartment, I unlocked the door, still hovering in the air on his back. As I pushed it open, he walked straight to the bedroom and dumped me unceremoniously on my bed. I started taking the seductive, torturous shoes off my feet while he threw himself onto the bed, covering his eyes with his arms and sighing.

The sight of him in my bed turned me on, but then every sight of him had turned me on that day, so it was no surprise. I deposited my shoes rudely onto the floor with a clatter and crawled over the short distance between us, perching on my knees by his side. I lifted his arm from his face and smiled as he looked directly at me. The mischievous grin he flashed me full of charm brought goosebumps up on my arms and a shiver ran through my soul.

“So, what are we doing tonight?” We often went out for drinks after work, but that was not going to be one of those nights. I was very tired, and he appeared to feel the same. At the same time, I was getting fed up with hiding away in the flat. The way we were hiding from the world while we were at work made me feel like things between us were forbidden. Instead of it making it all feel steamier, it just made me feel like I wasn’t worthy enough to be seen with Luca. I knew on some level I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t quite shake the feeling.

“Can we just chill and watch some rubbish on the TV?”

“God, yes, I don’t think I have the energy for much else.” I gulped as the words left my mouth and I must have blushed because he raised his eyebrows at me questioningly. “Wine?” Scooting off the bed and heading to the fridge in a hurry to see what I had in, not waiting for a response. I was bent over with my rear in the air, retrieving a bottle of rosé, when he wrapped an arm around me from behind. I jumped, surprised by the physical contact, and nearly lost my grip on the bottle of wine; he closed the distance between the two of us until his groin was pressed against my backside.

I felt faint from the sudden heat raging through me and felt like I was going to fall face-first into the fridge. He moved his hands to my hips as if he was trying them out for size. Rocking them slightly back and forth, each time he pulled me back into him, I felt his bulge against me.

“I hope you’re not too tired, Dolcezza.” The suggestiveness in his tone made me want to turn around and jump him right there in the kitchen. I straightened and grabbed the two glasses which were loitering on the draining board, filling them up with the pink liquid. He still had one hand on my hip possessively, taking the offered glass and heading to the sofa, releasing me finally.

Being sexually suggestive was just part of his nature, he had always been a massive flirt, but it had taken on a whole new edge. I was so busy thinking about him and, more importantly, what he planned to do to me that I nearly fell into his lap as I tripped over a stack of books, just sticking out from the side of the sofa. Luca seemed amused, but I brushed it off, concentrating on getting onto the sofa in one piece. I hated that I was so clumsy around him, it made me feel stupid.

I left him to choose a TV programme, and he put some stuffy romance series on. I didn’t think we had ever watched a romantic comedy together before and I certainly wasn’t going to start just because we were sleeping together. Snatching the remote out of his hand, I started to flip through the options. Within seconds, he was pouncing on me playfully in order to get the remote back.

Somewhere in the messing around, things changed, and his eyes grew dark with lust, and his breathing turned heavy with desire. As I moved to avoid his hands grabbing at me, I slid down the sofa. Leaving me lying on my back with my arms outstretched over the arm of the sofa, trying to keep the remote as far away from him as possible. He clambered over me to reach my hands, but as his face came level with mine, our eyes met. He stopped fighting, lying completely still on top of me, just hovering there, looking into my eyes. I couldn’t say how long we stayed there staring at each other, but it felt like an eternity. The intensity of his gaze made me wonder what he was thinking. All I could think about was my slightly crooked nose. He always said it added character, but I found it ugly, especially when he was looking too intently at my face.

In an act of impulsivity, I reached up to him and kissed him, a chaste, teasing kiss. Taking my time and savouring the taste of him, the feel of him. I laid my head back down, my gaze fixed on him as he scrambled to his feet. He backed away from me and I sat up, filled with surprise and concern. A look of horror dawned on his face.

I was so confused. He was the one pushing things. Why all of a sudden did he look like I had scalded him? He lowered himself onto the opposite side of the sofa, going as far away from me as he could manage, and waited patiently for me to click on a movie. Luca didn’t offer a single word in explanation, staring at the TV as though if he stared at it long enough, it would magically start working.

I obliged and put an action movie on, not wanting to press him too much. The whole length of the movie, I focused on nothing but his behaviour. He had suddenly panicked, but why, I hadn’t done anything unusual. Maybe he had changed his mind about our extracurricular activities. He sat stiffly, bolt upright, and had barely moved a muscle since the movie had started. It was out of character; he was normally so relaxed when he was with me. I had never seen him anything but laid back.

That tense Luca was nothing like the man I knew. Maybe I had said something to upset him, but I didn’t remember saying anything at all. I must have done something for him to change so quickly. I always seemed to drive men away in one way or another.

As the credits came up on the screen, I was worried about what would happen next. Would he leave or stay?

He looked over at me and still looked incredibly awkward. Maybe without the Dutch courage, he wasn’t sure how to go about it all without it being weird. I decided to make the first move. It wasn’t something I would usually be comfortable with, but with Luca, I felt like I could do anything. We were committed to that path, that new definition of our relationship. There was no turning back at that point.

I stood abruptly before I had a chance to change my mind, holding my hand out to him. As soon as he clasped my hand, I dragged him to the bedroom, pushing him a little to get him onto the bed. He was still tense, but I pushed through any residual nerves, undoing the fly on his jeans and releasing him from their confines. Before either of us had time to think my actions through, I eased him into my mouth. Slowly, I repeatedly took him into me. I felt his legs relax as the sensation made him lose any doubts he was holding onto.

As my tongue swirled around his member, he groaned and gripped at the sheets. The manly scent of sweat and his aftershave melded and created a heady cocktail. As his hardness increased, he pulsated against my lips. The obvious signs of his pleasure drove me harder and faster. Desperate to please him, for him to want me the way he did the night before. The quivering inside my groin became almost too much to bear. Just as I was beginning to think, I couldn’t take anymore …

“Dolcezza. Stop.” I paused instantly, lifting my head and looking at him. I was sure I hadn’t done anything wrong this time. He had been losing himself in pleasure and desire. As he pulled me up the length of him, I realised I was completely wrong. He wanted me. He guided me to sit on his expanse, kissing me with a deep hunger, and thrusting his hands into my hair. His hardness possessed my depths as if I belonged to him, wrapping my arms around his neck for the second time that night and feeling happier that we seemed to be on a surer footing.

I began rocking back and forth slowly but grinding hard against him with every movement. His zipper nipped at my buttocks as I moved, but my need for him outweighed the slight pain. He put his arms out behind him, leaning back on them and threw his head back, mirroring my panting gasps. Without warning, Luca reached up my dress, dragging it upwards so roughly I heard the tearing of fabric before he manoeuvred it over my head.

As soon as he had discarded it onto the floor, he turned his attention to my breasts, brutally pulling at the cups to unleash my peaks. The fabric now underneath my breasts seemed to make them more pert than usual. No sooner had they found freedom from the bra, they were trapped again against his palms. The roughness of his touch and his need to have me was so sexy that it forced me to increase my pace through sheer torment.

The provocative look in his eyes dared me to enthral him further. He started to shove his jeans down his legs, lifting his pelvis in the process. The sensation as he delved deeper into me took my breath away. He kept up the action, trying to free himself from the denim prison, intoxicating me with each movement.

As if possessed, he rose from the bed, taking me with him as we were intimately connected in the most delicious way. As he placed me back on the bed with a thud, he followed me with little control, his weight making him crash further into me. The pleasure as he delved deeper made me scream out and my hand shot up to his biceps, digging my nails into their caramel flesh.

His thighs contracted as he thrust into me vigorously. The feeling of him gliding in and out of my centre was delectable and had me digging my nails deeper and deeper into his muscles. I felt like I was losing my mind as the fog started to roll in. I could feel my body compelling him, begging for more. With each movement of his hips, our sweat melded together and my grip on reality loosened. It seemed that each time we slept together, I became more enchanted by him and more captivated by him. The result was exhilarating.

“Luca. Oh. My. God.” That was it I was lost in that moment of heavenly deliciousness. As my common sense started to return, I pondered how I would ever give this hypnotic version of Luca up. He never saw the concern on my face, as he collapsed onto the bed, having reached his own climax. We were best friends; I had loved him forever and now we were having the best experience of my life. Did I really just want to be friends?

I chastised myself, only two days into our new foray and I was already getting attached, despite knowing it was only physical for him. I knew I should have stopped it right then before one or both of us got hurt. Luca didn’t do girlfriends, so that wasn’t an option, and I knew that going into the arrangement. I lay beside him, dying to touch his alluring flesh, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop, in order to give him up. Despite what I wanted; I would have to take what I could get. Possessing him, even if not fully, was more compelling than not having him at all.