Chapter Twenty - Goodbye for now

s*x is not limited to a place like the bed. It can take place in the bathroom, the kitchen, the garden, and even the shed. ~Mouloud Benzadi~ Lia “You're about to tell me you won't be coming back with me, aren't you?” Luca nods, gently pushing me against the door of the private lounge. It's quiet in here, just his soft breathing on my neck. “Must you leave today?” “Hmm,” he says, covering my body with his. I can feel the contour of his body through my clothes. “I have been away from the track for too long. need to go back “ He is right, I know. But I would miss him so much. The last couple of weeks have been great—like a vacation where we existed in our small little world alone. Laughing, dreaming, and making each other promises, just as we did years ago. I stand on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck, he smiles, green eyes shimmering with joy as he palmed my face. I feel a thousand ways with Luc, each different but still a little the same. “What am I going to do without you?” I pout, playing with the edges of his coat collar, already feeling lonely. “The same thing you did before,” he tells me, touching the corner of my lips. I can feel my heart beating, too loud for my liking I imagine he can hear it's thudding too. I scowl at him, and he grins, placing his forehead on mine. “It will be okay,” he whispers. I don't know about that, but I do know we both have to live separately once in a while because our careers mattered to us as much as our relationship. “I will miss you,” I murmured while softly kissing his neck. His breath hitched, and he moves his arms to my waist, tightly wrapping me around his body as if he didn't want to let me go. “Are you sure it's not my love-making you'll miss,” he asked, his flirty pleasant voice making my toes curl. “I think I'll miss that the most.” I knew he didn't expect that because he jolt his head up to look into my face. I give him a sultry smile while I run the tip of my tongue against my lips right before he claimed my lips with his. He kissed me like he does, gently, passionately, and roughly, all in one kiss. He thrushed his tongue deep into my mouth awakening the same hunger and need I felt in him. This was becoming a d**g. Addicted to his high rash of being in his arms, his mouth moving against mine, his hands stroking the length of my neck, and over the swell of my breasts. I took a step forward, my leg between his, my fingers tangled in his thick hair. My body felt swollen, in need of bursting out. It was frustrating trying to rub my body against his searching for that pinnacle that would leave me satisfied yet felt so far away. I pulled him to me again even though he was already too close there was no more space. It was as if I wanted to merge his body with mine. The aroused tips of my breast on his chest hurt though we still had our clothes on. “Luc,” I breathed, moaning as I felt my p***y throb when he touched me over my jeans. I hated myself for wearing jeans today. “We have to stop.” he said, starting to pull out of my arms, but I couldn't let him. “No, no.” I groaned, jumping on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He groaned into my neck, holding tightly to my trembling body. “Make me c*m, Luc,” I whispered into his ear, my cheek lying comfortably on his even though my body throbbed. “Not here. Not like this.” I couldn't believe he was refusing me. How was I supposed to walk out there while my body felt as if it was on fire? “You have to. I can't think, I can't feel my toes, Luc. ” he chuckled, and I hear the amusement in his voice. “You'll survive,” I want to kill him for the calm in his tone, but if I did that, no one else in this entire world would touch me as he does, and right now, I needed him to get me to that peak where I feel as if my body has been ripped apart and then perfectly put back together. “Luc, please.” I cannot believe I'm begging him to have s*x with me. “I would love to, but not here.” “Why the hell, not?” I whimper, rubbing myself against him. “Stop that?” “Why should I? ...It won't even take you five minutes to get me off, I'm close, really close.” I whine, tonguing his ear. I hear him sigh, then groan almost loudly. Encouraged by his moans, I run my tongue across his neck, slowly putting my lips on the pulse of the neck to feel his heartbeat. “Lia, stop,” he mumbled with frustration and despair. “No,” I answer with finality. Swiftly, still wrapped around him, he turns toward the bathroom, his rapid breathing getting me excited all over again. I'm thrilled with the anticipation of a c****x, I can feel it as much as I can hear the heavy beating of my heart. When we get to know the bathroom, he releases me, and I slid off his body, we gasp at the same time when his pulsing d**k touches between my legs. “You are a witch,” he says, hoisting me on top of the central bathroom island, “no, pull me down again. I need to remove my jeans.” “No, you don't have to.” “Yes, I do.” “You do know I can get you off without them coming off, don't you?” He said it as if he was trying to rap, his eyes gleaming with knowledge, looking roguish and handsome. “Oh, Luc, you're so beautiful. But stick to racing, you would be a terrible rapper...now, help me get this off. “ He did, and I kicked them off with my legs, not caring where they end up as long as I got what I so craved for. This time he didn't hoist me onto the island, he unzipped his trouser, and pulled me up to his waist, entering me in a single thrush, shoving his hard d**k so deep into me I swear my eyes rolled upwards. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked in a gruff voice, finally placing me on the island so he could move. “Yes,” I mumbled, trying as hard as I could to keep him wrapped around me. When our c****x came, I thought I died. “Wow! That felt earth-shattering.” I know. I thought even though I didn't have the strength to say it loud. Slowly emerging from the whirlpool of passion that had spun my entire being, I gently pushed him from me, but he didn't budge, he remained inside me for like a minute and then pulled out. “You owe me a fantasy,” he said while pulling his pants up. “What?” I asked, catching my jeans before they fell when he threw them at me. “I have this s****l fantasy, I've had it since I was sixteen. Now you owe it to me.” “I don't owe you s**t! You had as much fun f*****g as I did.” I told him, zipping up. “And you will have as much fun as I will then too.” I chortled, I couldn't help it. “You had no business having a s****l fantasy at sixteen. What is it about, anyway?” “What's the fun in telling you now?” he gave me an insouciant shrug. “Come on, tell me.” I implored, feeling up his arms. “No.” He wasn't going to tell me. I knew with that explicit no. However, I was curious whether he had ever done it with someone else. “Did you ever, you know?” I couldn't bring myself to say it. “No. My fantasies are only with you.” That makes me happy I lean over and smooch him right before we hear voices in the other room. We both suddenly go silent, shocked and petrified that this was how our fathers would find out. I put a finger across my lips even though Luc hadn't said a word. “I will go first. Stay here until I text you.” He nods, and I leave forgetting to tidy myself up. Slowly opening the door, I clear my throat before reaching into the room to announce my impending presence, I walk unhurriedly, horrified of facing three of my favorite men in the world knowing what I had done in the bathroom. Luckily, it wasn't them. I felt as if the universe had just handed me the first warning. “You scared the s**t out of me!” I tell Dev and Matteo. They stare at me with similar knowing looks. “Tell Luc to get out here.” “I don't know what you mean,” I say, as I took a few steps toward the door. “Tell that to you face.” I hear Matteo say, and suddenly I remembered I had not straightened myself up. I slowly return to the bathroom, this time on steady feet. Luca looks up when I enter, a questioning glance in his eyes. “It's Dev and Matteo. He jumps up, kisses my forehead, and leaves the room.