Housewives of Middlebrooke-4

Doris’s laugh was soft, teasing. “Isn’t that your pretty boy?” she murmured, eyes sparkling as she nodded toward Luca.

Elise’s gaze followed and her pulse spiked the moment she saw him.

Across the crowded room, Luca stood, but not alone. A woman leaned against him, laughing, her hand on his arm. Younger than Elise, though not by much, but Elise could feel the familiar heat stir between her legs anyway

Their eyes met instantly. That tingling sensation, sharp and insistent, flared up again. She looked away, fanning the heat inside her. Doris chuckled and leaned closer.

“You want him, don’t you?” Doris whispered, brushing her fingers lightly against Elise’s hand. “I can help.”

Elise’s brows knitted. “Help…how?” she asked, her voice husky.

“Watch,” Doris said, rising from the couch, her attention flicking toward Luca and the woman.

She moved across the room with effortless confidence, and Elise followed, mesmerized.

Doris approached Luca and the other woman, greeting her warmly.

“It’s been forever!” She laughed.

“Doris!..We have to catch up over drinks,” the younger woman said.

“Of course, let's go over there.” Doris nodded, her tone light, friendly, as if reconnecting with someone she’d known for years.

The younger woman nodded, smiling, and followed Doris without hesitation, leaving Luca standing alone.

His eyes kept finding Elise, glances sharp and lingering.

Elise felt her body heat up. She pressed her hand to her stomach and walked quickly down the hall, needing to escape the intensity of the room.

A sudden hand grabbed her arm. She yelped, spinning around—and froze when she realized it was Luca.

Before she could speak, he pulled her into a nearby room and pressed her against the wall.

Their eyes locked. He didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. Every nerve in her body was taut with tension, jealousy, and desire—the danger of being caught making it all the hotter.

Elise tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

He pressed closer, and her breath hitched. She felt him against her stomach—rock hard, thick, throbbing through his pants.

“We can’t…” she started, but he cut her off before she could finish.

His lips crashed against hers, aggressive, impatient, like he’d been holding back far too long.

Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, then relaxed, trembling.

He shifted slightly, rubbing against her, and her gasp caught in her throat as he released her mouth and kissed her again, harder this time.

The fear—the risk of being caught—was no longer terrifying. It was electric. It made her shiver, made her want him even more.

By the time he finally pulled back, their breaths were heavy, ragged.

“We can’t do that here… my husband…” she murmured, feeling like a naughty high school girl caught doing something forbidden.

“We can’t—or you don’t want to?” Luca asked, a brow raised, teasing.

Elise pushed him off gently and sank onto the edge of the bed.

If she remembered correctly, this was one of the rarely used guest rooms—quiet, hidden, perfect for what had just happened.

He turned to look at her, and she rolled her eyes, trying to hide her reaction.

He grinned knowingly. He knew that look—the way a jealous woman slowly became possessive.

“Why don’t you go back to your little girlfriend?” she huffed, trying to sound indifferent.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he shrugged, and it was true.

“Well then…” she started, letting a playful smirk creep onto her face.

“That was just a client… she hired me as a plus-one,” Luca clarified smoothly.

“So… you’re going to be fucking her too, right?” Elise snickered, testing him.

“No,” he answered, shaking his head. “Not tonight. I’m just being paid to sip wine and look pretty.”

He settled beside her on the edge of the bed, close enough that she could feel his warmth, his presence, and the subtle tension that lingered between them.

“You know you want this… why fight it?” Luca asked quietly.

Elise glanced at him for a moment before looking away.

“Maybe… maybe I don’t want to sacrifice comfort for fleeting pleasure,” she said softly, her voice distant, like the words came from an old memory rather than the moment itself.

Luca watched her for a second, then leaned a little closer.

“Is that what this is?” he murmured.

She didn’t answer.

His hand moved, slowly, deliberately, until his fingers brushed hers on the bed between them.

“Because you didn’t look like someone thinking about comfort a few minutes ago.”

Elise swallowed, her heart suddenly racing. From somewhere down the hallway came the faint sound of music and laughter from the party.

Anyone could walk in.

She should stand up. She should walk out that door.

Instead, she stayed exactly where she was.

“That’s exactly why we shouldn’t,” she whispered.

Luca leaned closer, his voice low near her ear.

“And yet… you haven’t moved.”

Silence returned to the room and neither of them said anything for a few minutes.

Then. “So she just pays you to look pretty?” Elise asked dryly.

Luca smirked. “Something like that.”

Elise folded her arms, but the movement only made the tension between them worse.

“Must be nice,” she said. “Being someone’s decoration for the night.”

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” she snapped quickly.

Luca leaned back slightly, studying her with amusement.

“Good,” he said. “Because if you were… that would mean you cared what I do when I’m not with you.”

Elise’s jaw tightened.

“Maybe I just don’t like sharing things I’ve already used.”

Luca’s smile widened slowly, amused.

“Used?” he repeated. “That’s an interesting way to describe it.”

She rolled her eyes, but her fingers twisted slightly in the fabric of the bedspread.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” he asked, leaning a little closer.

Elise glanced at him, then quickly looked away again.

“Why don’t you go back to your client,” she muttered. “She’s probably wondering where her pretty decoration went.”

Luca laughed quietly, stood and turned towards the door.

“You should go back to your husband,” Luca said softly.

Before she could answer, he turned back and pulled her forward and then he kissed her.

The kiss was rougher this time, impatient, like he was done pretending restraint existed.

Elise grabbed his shirt instinctively as he leaned into her, pressing her back onto the mattress.

His hand slipped between her thighs squeezing softly, his lips swallowing her whimper.

He bit her lower lip and she shuddered.

Luca rubbed the cotton fabric of her red panties slowly, in circles and Elise's whimpers slowly turned into moans.

"You're so wet yet, you keep denying you don't want this." Luca whispered, biting her earlobe gently.

Elise could only respond with a moan. She arched her back, her bare neck exposed.

Luca's tongue traced her throat, biting gently.

Elise's hands explored the younger man's body.

The difference between Luca and Richard was clear, the younger man had firmer and more toned muscles.

Luca shifted into a more comfortable position, his fingers pushed her red cotton panties aside. Elise instinctively tried to press her thighs together but he gently urged them apart.

"Don't... You're gonna make me..C-cum.." she whimpered trying to kiss him again.

"That's the idea, I want you soaking and trembling." Luca smiled..