Quarantine and Cash Page 3

  “Pajamas. What better thing for the end of the world than a slumber party?”

  The slumber party is my last ditch Hail Mary at keeping my hands off of Miles’ sister. I don a pair of ridiculous pajamas that make me look like a pink nightmare. I’ve selected all of her old favorite movies from when we were younger.

  I even bust into my supply of emergency quarantine snacks. Maybe if I induce a sugar coma, she’ll stop being so ridiculously hot?

  That thought is shattered the moment she comes downstairs. She’s wearing a pair of my boxer briefs with one of my Armani dress shirts over it. She must have rolled the hem of the shirt up, because it’s only barely covering her ass, which looks spectacular even in plain black cotton.

  “I don’t remember you wearing that around the house.” I grind out between grit teeth.

  “Oh, well. I looked, but apparently your fetish for ladies clothes doesn't extend to lacy underthings.” She shrugs, which makes her breasts do ridiculous things under my shirt. I realize she isn’t wearing a bra and feel my cock twitch in anticipation.

  “So you just made do,” I manage to grind out.

  “Well, I could have just come down here naked. It’s not like it would matter.” She says. There’s a note of frustration in her voice, a spark of challenge in her eye.

  “I wouldn’t recommend it.” I murmur.

  Jazz takes a takes a step closer and before I can stop her, she whips the shirt up off her body.

  Jasmine is the most beautiful girl in the world. Her breasts are absolutely stunning. I mean that literally, in that I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t do anything but stare at them kind of way. Her small pink nipples are hard, standing erect. Begging almost as hard as she is.

  “For fucks sake, Luca. Do I need to beg?”

  No, but I want to make you beg on my cock. I can’t say that out loud, so instead I shake my head.

  A wild gleam fills her eyes, a wicked smile appearing on her face.

  “Or do I need to make you beg? Is that it?”

  Before I can tell her no, she jumps at me. Instinctively I catch her, but I’m caught off-balance enough that we spill onto the floor. Straddling me, topless, Jazz is every inch the woman I’ve been fantasizing about for the last five years.

  Miles, the thought flashes across my mind one last time, and then it’s gone. Locked away, chained up by the rest of myself.

  I want this too much to care about her brother anymore.

  “The only one who’ll be begging tonight is you, Jasmine.” I growl, leveraging myself up far enough to drag her mouth down onto mine.

  5

  Jasmine

  I’m gonna have me a trust fund yacht club hot tub piece of the pie. — Trace Adkins, ‘Marry for Money’

  It should be illegal for a man to look sexy in fluffy pink pajamas.

  His hard body feels incredible under my hands as we make out like sloppy teenagers. Our first kiss, five years ago, had been nothing like this. That had been brief, searing, staggering. This is easy. Friendly. Lazy. Curled up among the blankets and pillows of our impromptu fort, it’s almost sweet.

  Almost, except for how drenched I am. I can remember being this turned on, years ago in my room, fantasizing about Luca. One desperate hand between my thighs, seeking release again and again, never satisfied. At the time, I thought it was just the perils of being a horny teen.

  Now, I know better. Now, I know it’s just Luca. He’s the source of my insatiable desire. The spark that lights the flame inside me, melting my stomach into liquid heat.

  He moans as I drag my nails down the hard plane of his chest. God, he’s hot. Out of my league.

  League? We aren’t even playing the same game. Well, I’m in it to win it from here on out.

  “Jazz, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He rumbles against me. His hands are chaste compared to mine, sliding up and down my arms and shoulders. It feels good, but it’s not where I want them. Not by half.

  “How long, Luca?” I whisper against his lips.

  “Too long. Too long by far.” He answers back. The graze of his stubble is an exquisite texture against my soft lips. It hurts just enough to feel amazing, heightening every sensation.

  I push myself up, sitting upright. Straddling his stomach. I can feel the strength of him between my thighs, the rock hard muscles of his abs. I grind myself against him, angling my hips to get delicious friction against my clit, even through my soaked panties.

  “You know, I used to grind against my pillow like this every night, thinking of you.” I murmur as I continue writhing against him. I scoot my ass back, drawing closer and closer to the huge bulge in his pink sweats.

  Luca hisses out a breath, his eyes alight with lust.

  “Jazz, I’m trying very hard to go at your pace here, but you can’t tell me things like that when I’m this worked up.” His face is twisted up, almost painful.

  Good.

  “God, I remember that night of my birthday,” I continue on as if Luca didn’t say anything. “I was so fucking wet when you kissed me. Do you know how many fantasies I had that started that way? I didn’t even wait to get back to my room after you left. I just shoved my hand into my jeans right there in the basement. Came on the spot.”

  Luca’s eyes flare as he sits up abruptly. The motion scoots my ass farther back than I had been intending, landing my soaked cunt right on top of his cock. Even through the fluffy pink layer of clothing, I can feel the heat of him.

  Almost as hot as I am for him.

  “It was a mistake to kiss you. I almost snapped.” His voice is a hoarse growl. The rasping voice of a man barely reining himself.

  I tilt my head back and run my hands through my hair, tossing it over my shoulders. My hands flow down from there to cup my breasts, rubbing them. I’ve never been the type of girl to play with her own nipples, but with Luca’s eyes on me, everything feels so fucking good.

  “I wish you had,” I murmur. My voice sounds odd to my own ears, as if it’s some other woman speaking with my lips. I drag one of his big hands up to my tits and press it against them, moaning at the feeling of his calloused hand against my sensitive nipples.

  “I wish you would.” I meet his eyes, and I feel it.

  The moment Luca Romano stops holding back.

  One moment, I’m rocking myself against him, edging myself closer and closer to the best orgasm of my life. Then I’m on my back, and somehow Luca is now on top of me, already between my thighs. He yanks his bottoms down and his massive cock springs out. Gravity pulls it back down with a thunk, landing on my mound, resting there like a log. Seeing how far up my body he reaches is almost enough to shatter my resolve, but somehow the fact that Luca is hung like a porn star just makes me angrier.

  You could have had this for the last five years, if we both weren’t so scared of hurting my brother.

  I shake my head. The world might be ending; no time for regrets. Truth is, I’m not sure if any hesitation on my part matters now. One look at Luca tells me that I woke more than just one monster with my teasing.

  “You’ve never let anyone near this cunt.” It isn’t a question, but I answer nonetheless.

  “No, Luca. I saved my little cherry for you, but if you don’t pop it right now I swear to god I’ll swim to the mainland and fuck the first cock I find.”

  It’s an empty threat and we both know it. I’ve been his for as long as I can remember. It still has the effect I want though. His nostrils flare, chest working like a bellows. I let my eyes trace every chiseled ab, the hard planes of his chest. Luca looks like he belongs on a magazine cover, but right now he belongs inside me.

  I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines himself up, rubbing the massive head between my lips in a way that sends lightning shooting up my spine.

  “Fuck, I’m already about to come—” I whisper, shocked at just how responsive my pussy is to him.

  Luca leans down, pressing his chest against mine. His lips find mine, and then I am coming, g
rinding my hips frantically against him, seeking his cock with my greedy, drooling cunt. The feverish need to belong to this man fills me to the brim.

  Then he’s pushing into me. There’s a brief pause, a sharp pain, and then nothing but the bliss of his cock stretching me as Luca slides home.

  “It’s a good thing you’re such a horny little slut, Jazz.” His mouth finds my ear, his voice rumbling against me, the deep bass sending delicious sensation racing through my chest. Despite the pleasure I glare at him.

  “I’m not a slut, Luca. I think I just proved that.”

  He starts to move inside me, his hips pumping with the slow, measured control of the freakishly strong.

  “You’re a slut for me, Jazz. I think I just proved that when you came before I even took your virginity.”

  The sensations of being full and fucked are overwhelming. I screw my eyes shut, twisting my head side to side, writhing. Luca’s hand snaps down to grasp my chin, giving me a shake. I open my eyes to see him staring at me, blue eyes blazing.

  “No. Keep your eyes on me. You wanted me, now you get me. My way.” His voice is ragged. I’ve never seen Luca so out of control. As big as he is — in every way — I should be scared. Terrified.

  It just turns me on even more. I wrap my legs around his waist, ankles locked in the small of his back. He arches an eyebrow at me, surprise in his eyes as I leverage myself up, fucking myself onto him as much as I can in missionary.

  “What, that’s all you’ve got?” I give him my sassiest smirk. I know I’ll pay for it, that teasing Luca is no longer a safe activity. But I can’t help it. Now that I’ve had a taste of him unchained, I never want to stop provoking him.

  Luca matches my smirk with one of his own, and then he’s moving me again. It’s so casual, the way he lifts me up, holding me up with both of his big hands clamped down on my ass like twin vices.

  “Oh shiiii—” I start, but then Luca starts bouncing me on his cock and my mouth stops making words. Incoherent sounds fill the room, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that I’m the one making them.

  Then he stops moving me, holding me perfectly still as he thrusts up into me, hammering me even harder than before. My nails dig into his broad back, clinging for dear life as Luca shatters me again and again. I come and don’t stop — can’t stop, each thrust of his too-big prick sends another wave of pleasure washing over me, a non-stop, rolling orgasm that has me shaking in his arms.

  “Mine. You’re mine Jazz. You’ve always been mine.” Luca repeats the words like a mantra, never stopping in his brutal fucking.

  “Yes. Yours, Luca. Yours. Always. Forever.” I manage to get the words out somehow between moans and whimpers. They’re enough for him. I feel him stop, feel his cock swelling, stretching my already stretched inner walls even further. Then there’s a flood of warmth inside me. My mind flashes back to last night, watching him come like a firehose. Feeling it, picturing it, it’s enough to push me into one final, hard climax.

  Luca collapses slowly, going down to his knees, then laying me down before sprawling out beside me. I’m only vaguely aware of him. Most of my mind is gone, orbiting the earth, so far gone I might as well be drunk or high.

  I am, I guess. Sex may just be my new favorite drug of choice.

  “Wow.” I’m still catching my breath when Luca rolls onto his side, propping himself up one elbow. He’s so gorgeous that it hurts. He looks almost elegant while sweaty and disheveled, the bastard.

  “Yeah. Wow.” I reach up, brushing one hand across his jawline, feeling the coarse stubble there. Touching him softly, hesitantly. Afraid that this is a dream, and that if I touch him too much or too fast, he’ll vanish.

  His head turns, pressing his lips against the inside of my wrist. My body immediately breaks out in goosebumps from head to toe.

  “So, do you want to talk about it now?” His voice is mild, casual. I know exactly what he means, though.

  I shake my head vehemently.

  “No. Tonight, I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think. I just want to cross off as many fantasies as I can before dawn.” I run my hands down my body, tracing the curves of my breasts down to my hips. My skin is electric, so sensitive that even the ghost of my own touch is enough to reignite the flame inside me.

  Luca nods.

  “Fine. All I want you to know is that you’re mine now, Jazz. No one will ever separate us. If I need to fuck your brains out for the next month of this quarantine to convince you fo that, so be it.”

  I can’t keep the stupid grin off my face. Not that I try.

  I’m done hiding things from Luca.

  6

  Luca

  Too many joy rides in daddy’s Jaguar. Too many white lies and white lines. — Frank Ocean, ‘Super Rich Kids’

  The sun’s just starting to climb in the sky the next day when Jasmine and I finally make it to the beach.

  After our incredible first time — and second — we sleep for a solid hour before Jasmine wakes me with her hands and mouth all over my body. Then an hour later I wake her up by grinding my hard dick against her ass, and we go from spooning to forking.

  She’s absolutely stunning in a white bikini that shows off her voluptuous assets to their fullest extent. I’ve never seen Jasmine wearing anything like it, and I feel like my mouth can’t stop watering. I don’t bother trying to hide the bulge in my trunks.

  Jasmine doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

  “I’m not going to get naked on this beach, Luca.” She says for the sixth time today.

  I chuckle, rubbing my hand over her ass. It feels so incredible that my cock aches to be inside her again, even though we just finished up less than twenty minutes ago.

  “There isn’t another soul on this island. There’s twenty miles of open ocean between us and the nearest person. Surely you aren’t hiding from me after last night? Not to mention this morning.” I can’t help it if Jasmine is so much fun to tease.

  “No, I’m just… working up to it.” She flushes and shakes her head.

  “Oh, you’re saying I need to go nice and slow? I think I proved last night that I’m more than up to the task in that regard.” I give her my sauciest grin, and she slaps my bicep in response.

  “Jerk. Are you going to bring that up forever?” She asks.

  “I was planning on it, yeah,” I answer.

  We continue our stroll along the empty white sands. It’s a calm, cloudless day. The warm sun feels good on my bare skin.

  “So, I guess we’re dating now, huh?” Jasmine asks casually after a few minutes. Looks like it’s time for our talk. Little does she know exactly what she’s in for.

  I can’t keep the smile off my face. She’s so precious it hurts.

  “Well, only until you marry me.” I say as casually as possible.

  We walk for a few more minutes before Jasmine freezes in place. I take a few steps without her before I turn to look.

  “Oh.” She says. “You weren’t joking, huh?”

  She’s so pretty when she’s genuinely happy that it’s hard to look right at her. Jasmine has always been gorgeous, and I’ve wanted her for as long as I can remember, but I don’t remember ever seeing her this happy. Her face is usually alight with a sly grin or a sardonic smirk. Not an actual happy smile.

  “No, I wasn’t joking Jazz.” I close the distance between us and take her face in my hands. “As soon as you’re ready, I’m going to marry you.”

  “Don’t I, um, have to say yes first?” She smiles at me, but her lips are trembling and her eyes are already filling with tears.

  “You already said yes to me. Remember?” I brush the back of my hand down her cheek, tilt her chin up to meet my eyes.

  “That was different. It was just in the heat of the moment. Sex stuff.” She murmurs.

  I shake my head, holding myself back from kissing her by just an inch, my lips almost brushing hers as I murmur back.

  “No. Five years ago, on your eighteenth birthd
ay. I didn’t get you anything, and you were so angry—”

  “I had the biggest crush on you.” She interrupts me with a smile.

  “Had?” I whisper.

  “Mmhmm. I got it all out of my system last night.” She says, sounding oh-so-fucking-smug about it.

  “That’s not what you were saying twenty minutes ago.” I pull away, putting my hand under my own chin, recalling the memory. “What was it? Oh yeah. ‘Fuck me, Luca, fucking own this pussy, fuck me harder.’” I raise my voice a few octaves, doing my best imitation of her.

  She scowls, pushing at me, but I catch her hands and pull her against my chest. Our kiss is sweet and fun, but it melts into something more serious. The sun is straight up in the sky by the time we’re done making out.

  As we pull away, I slide a finger under the thin cotton of her bikini, tugging at it.

  “Come on. You take the top off, I’ll take my shorts off. That’s a fair trade, right?”

  Jasmine laughs prettily, shaking her head but putting her hands behind her to undo the knot.

  “You’re incorrigible, Romano.”

  Her breasts are even more magnificent in the bright noon sun. They’re perfect, her tiny pink nipples already hard even though the breeze isn’t remotely strong or cool.

  “Your turn.” She says, letting her eyes rest on my crotch.

  “Who’s incorrigible, Turner?” I say as I Magic Mike her. I spin my trunks like a towel in the air, and she claps along, laughing.

  “Alright, alright. Let’s head back though. I don’t want to get sand in my hoo-ha, and I can already tell where this is going.”

  “This is where it’s always going to be going with me, Jasmine.” I cock an eyebrow at her. “You don’t have any problems with that?”

  She shakes her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

  “Nope. In fact, when we get back, I’m going to show you just how okay with it I am.” Her tongue wets her lips as she says it, and I have to stifle a groan at the sight.