“So, what do you want your punishment to be?” I demanded an answer while passing her a glass of ice water. I watched closely when she took of sip of water—the way her beautiful full lips cradled the glass. All I could imagine was my cock being caressed the same way. I felt my dick twitch and throb in my pants.
Steph put downed the glass and walked seductively toward me. A smile played on her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Why, Luca… Why am I being punished? I’m your biggest fan. Can’t I make it up to you?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Well, let’s see.” She dropped down to her knees and began to unbuckle my pants.
“Hold that thought, kitten,” I said as I picked Stephanie up.
As much as I wanted to bang her brains Out, I didn’t want to do it in the back of a bus. I wanted her on a bed, spread out before me. I needed to be able to touch her and hold her and know we had all the time in the world. This bus was sleezy, and I wanted to make love to Steph in luxury with roses, strawberries and Champagne—the works.
“As much as I want to fuck you right here, I think we should hold off until we get a hotel. Your mother asked me to always treat you right, and I’m not the kind of guy to go back on my word.” I kissed her sweet lips and pulled out my phone to make a few calls.
The penthouse suite they give rock stars is nothing like your average hotel room. It’s ostentatious. The suite was bigger than the house I grew up in. I looked around at the furniture and amenities. No expense had been spared, and the room was fit for a king.
“You a rock star or royalty? This room is out of control.”
“It’s insane, isn’t it? There’s a freaking pool in the room.”
“Seriously, just head around that corner.” Before Luca could finish his sentence, I ran around the corner and stopped in my tracks when I saw a sunken pool off the living room, with marble tiles and inlaid gold on the floor.
“Luca, this is insane,” I yelped. I rolled up my pant legs, sat down at the edge, and dangled my legs in the water. I couldn’t stop thinking about how Luca had actually made his dreams come true. He was a chart-topping rock star and only had up to go.
Despite feeling overjoyed for his success, I couldn’t help but still doubt myself and my role in his life. Ever since high school, I’d had to deal with other girls wanting him, and it would only be magnified now—on an international level. There really wasn’t a place for a girl like me in his life. I wasn’t rich and famous. I wasn’t a model. The world would expect someone spectacular to be his partner, and I wasn’t it. Sure, maybe right now I was his while it was convenient, but eventually he’d get bored when the whole world opened up to him and he could have anyone he wanted.
Just as my thoughts were getting more and more distraught, I felt Luca sit behind me, one leg on each side as he put his strong arms around me. I felt so safe when he held me. I always had. There was just something about Luca’s embrace… It felt like the warmth of the world without any of its heartbreak. I could get lost in moments like this, when nothing else mattered but us. I wasn’t a plain girl, and he wasn’t Luca Masterson. He was just my best friend, and we shared the same heart. Moments like this made me feel like we could have it all. The self-doubt dissolved, and I could really believe in myself.
“What’s going on in that mind? Overthinking as usual?” Luca whispered while kissing the side of my neck.
My breath hitched as I exposed more of my neck to his soft kisses. My flesh tingled with desire.
“Luca, what are we doing?” I asked.
The past year had weighed on me more than I realized. Seeing him in every major magazine, hearing other women talking about what they would do with him—it all took a toll. The irony was that Luca himself had never given me any reason to doubt him, but I still couldn’t help but feel like I would never be enough.
“Let’s see… Um, we’re in a ridiculous hotel room with a pool, and I’m necking with the love of my life? We’re enjoying a rare moment of solitude, and I, for one, feel happier than I have in the past year?”
He returned his attention to my neck again, trailing hot, slow kisses down the slope of it. He moved the strap of my dress to the side, exposing more of me so that his kisses could cover more skin. I wanted to get lost in his touch, but I was, in essence, a realist. Our love couldn’t last when we weren’t on equal ground, when he was on top of the world and I was still just figuring it out. I lived for Luca. He was my everything, but could I be his?