radicalducati 86: Our Forever
86: Our Forever
Evelyn
After the toasts, dinner, and our enchanting first dance, the time had come for the traditional bouquet toss. Friends gathered with their significant others, and among them was Clara's friend, patiently waiting in line. I watched as they indulged in laughter and amusement, their faces illuminated with excitement.
The dance had been nothing short of magical; Clara and Dad had looked resplendent, rendering everyone speechless. When it was time for the speeches, they brought tears to everyone's eyes. That's just the way they were - utterly perfect, almost beyond description.
Jacob and I shared a dance, and by then, it seemed like everyone knew about us, even though we hadn't uttered a word to anyone. People could sense it, and more importantly, they could see it. It felt different now, being able to kiss him openly in front of everyone, to claim him as mine, and we were free from that 'forbidden' label.
Love could never be forbidden. Ever.
I chuckled as I observed how eagerly some of Clara's friends vied for the bouquet as they stood in line—I guess, they were so desperate for marriage.
"They are crazy," Jennie remarked, flashing me a mischievous smile before joining the queue herself.
As if she weren't crazy too!
"Don't you want to catch it?" Jacob asked, leaning closer to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin. His cologne seemed even more intoxicating from this close proximity. Indeed—He looked every bit the prince in his suit, my prince. But we couldn't throw caution to the wind in front of this crowd, could we?
Yes, I did want nothing else than to take him to my room and let him take charge of every bit of my being but, this wasn't the time for that—the night was still long.
"Do you think I should?" I asked, turning to him as I adjusted his tie. In this all-black suit, he looked so fucking gorgeous that nearly every woman had been having a hard time taking their eyes off of him.
"I absolutely think you should," His green eyes shimmered with a newfound intensity, and I knew exactly what that meant.
"But why?" I teased, slipping my arms around his neck. "It's not as if we're getting married anytime soon."
"You can't be so sure—you know, I want to, I could marry you right now," he whispered, his hands finding their way around my waist, drawing me close. I could tell he wasn't joking, and I wouldn't complain if he followed through.
"So, should I join the line, Mr. Adriano, to see if you'd ever make me Mrs. Adriano?" I traced my finger along his jawline, arching an eyebrow.
"You will be Mrs. Adriano, Evelyn... maybe not today, or in a year, but in the end, you'll wear my name and my ring on that finger of yours," he whispered against my lips. "Even if you catch that bouquet or not. It doesn't matter."
A devious idea popped into my head. "Let's make a bet," I suggested, my fingers now tracing down to his neck, and this time I loosened his tie—god! The sight of Adam's apple—I wanted to kiss it right now, "If I catch the bouquet, then it's a sure sign that I am yours forever, and if I can't, that means... some other hot hunk out there is my destiny."
His grip on me tightened. "You're playing that game, huh?" His jaw twitched, and it only encouraged me to tease him more. I loved getting under his skin.
"Yes, and you are aware....I love it dirty, Jacob," I smirked. "So, what do you say? Are you in for the bet or not?"
His eyebrow quirked. "How can I be sure that you won't cheat and intentionally not catch the bouquet?"
Aah! He had a point!
"I can give you my promise," I said, "Unlike you, I'm good at keeping promises, you know."
"Touche," he sighed, "Fine, let's do this. But if I sense you're cheating, you'll be punished."
"You know, I love punishments," I whispered, tantalisingly close to his lips. His heart rate quickened, and his breathing grew uneven, "So you are just tempting me to cheat."
"I'm in. Let's do this," he finally let out— I knew it was hard for him to hold it in when I was trying my best to break him free from the cage.
A victorious smile graced my lips. "Okay, then." I pulled away from him and joined the line. My eyes challenged him, and his reciprocated the sentiment.
Well...this was fun.
To be honest, I'd relish the punishment, but I couldn't break my promise, could I? So the plan was simple – I'd give him only fifty percent, and the rest? Well, fuck it! I'd leave that in the hands of fate and, to some extent, in the hands of the man I loved.
"My My, I see your man sent you here," Jennie wiggled her brows. "What, planning to get hitched soon, aren't you?"
"Don't know," I shrugged. "Jacob seems pretty confident that this bouquet will land in my hands and the opportunity in his. So, I kind of plan to get on his nerves."
"So you're going to cheat?"
"Not really," a mischievous snicker escaped my lips, "I am only giving fifty, so that doesn't count as cheating, does it?"
"Half cheating, I'd say."
"That's even better."
Half cheating—half punishment and half effort?A chance to see if he was really right or not. Fair deal.
Everyone clapped and whooed, a smile tugged at Clara's lips, "So, Evie's next!"
And then, Clara turned around and threw the bouquet. I had almost half-planned to dodge it, but Nancy, appearing out of the fucking blue pushed me from behind, and Jennie, who was already in line, purposefully nudged my side. The bouquet landed squarely in my hands, and I stood there in shock, still taken aback by the sudden twist of fate.
What in the damn—
Applause and cheers filled the air. A smile tugged at Clara's lips as she exclaimed, "So, Evie's next!"
So, this had been the plan...
I glanced at Jacob, who raised his toast with a smirk, giving me a knowing look. So this was the story—He had conspired with my friends to make sure the bouquet ended up in my hands, and I had fallen for it all too easily.
Despite having every reason to be annoyed, a blush crept up my cheeks in response to the cheers and whistles.
Jacob walked closer in all glory, being the center of attention and making me as well, as he stood before me, and I couldn't hide the redness in my cheeks—they were on fire.
"Well, it seems I've won, huh?" He slipped his hand around my waist, pulling me closer without a care in the world. "You're stuck with me for life, Evelyn Fernandez," he whispered, nuzzling my nose. A chorus of "awes" erupted from everyone around.
I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to suppress my smile, but it spread across my face anyway. "You're unfair," I said, resting my hands on his chest, a giggle breaking through, "You told me not to cheat but you cheated."
"To have you, I'd do anything unfair. I'd commit the greatest of sins and be the ultimate sinner of all time. You are mine, Evelyn, and I'll make sure the whole world knows it," he grinned.
God, I loved this man.
He suddenly turned around, grabbing the bouquet and raising it in the air. "We're next, guys!" he announced, laughing and causing my blush to deepen.
"Hey, no!" Dad's voice suddenly rang out as he snatched the bouquet from Jacob's hand. "She's still too young, you jerk!"
Laughter filled the atmosphere at Dad's sudden move.
"No matter what you say, buddy, I've taken away your doll. She's mine," Jacob smiled, pulling me closer and resting his chin on my bare shoulder before planting a kiss there, "She's going to be mine for the rest of my life."
"You..."
To avoid a disaster, Clara rushed to us, taking Dad's hand. "Not now, you two."
"Yes, please, Clara. Take your husband away as soon as possible," Jacob pressed, doing his best to get on Dad's nerves. "He's butting in too much."
"I'm butting in too much? That's my daughter, you..."
And before Dad could say more, Clara dragged him away from us. From afar, I could see that her way of silencing him was a kiss, and that was all it took to dissipate Dad's anger.
"They are adorable, aren't they?" I smiled.
"Of course they are," Jacob smiled before a soft snicker slipped past his lips, "And you know what's better? Now we have someone permanent who can keep his attitude in check."
"Hey, my dad's not that moody!"
"Well, I won't bother to argue because you know the truth," he chuckled before planting a kiss on my cheek.
He was right—Dad could be moody at times.
A small laugh escaped me as I turned around to face Jacob, my hands now resting on his shoulders. "So... we've finally made it?"
"Yes, Evelyn," he sighed, pressing our foreheads together, pulling me so close that there wasn't even an inch left between us. "We've made it."
"I still can't believe you're mine," I breathed out, unable to contain my smile. It felt so surreal. Who could have ever known Jacob Adriano would end up being mine?! "It all feels like a dream."
"If it is, then I promise to never let this dream break. Ever," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, and I leaned in.
"I love you, Jacob, and I vow to love you until my last breath."
A smile broke on his face as he closed his eyes, and his hand moved to the back of my head, bringing our faces even closer. "I made that vow long ago, Evelyn, and today... I want to make another vow—You'll always be my first and last destination." With that, he pressed our lips together, sealing eternity in that one moment.
Jacob Adriano, the man of my dreams, was mine. Forever mine.
The End......
#Bonus Chapter: The Steam (Part 1)
Evelyn
Late at night, there came a knock on my door while I was in the shower, perched on the edge of my Jacuzzi, watching the tub fill. It had been, by far, the best day yet. Dad and Clara had just tied the knot, and tomorrow they'd set off for their honeymoon. As for me? I wasn't entirely sure. I had considered staying with Nancy for a month since Jacob had to head to Italy for some business involving a mess Chloe created. So, we had to stay away for a month.
It didn't bother me. At least, I knew he was mine, and by the end of the day, he'd return home to me.
"Who is it?" I called out from inside the bathroom.
It better not be Mason! That jerk had been pestering me for hours about the recent sex details of me and Jacob, and I had no idea why all my friends were so intrigued by my sex life. Maybe it was because it was still relatively new? Who could say? Not me.
When I received no response, I stood up with the robe loosely draped around me and made my way to the bathroom door. "You better not be bothering me now, Mason! I won't spill the beans about how Jacob fucks me!"
But when I opened the door, I realized that this wasn't Mason; it was my devil—Jacob.
A soft gasp escaped my lips as I saw him standing at the threshold, his sparkling green eyes filled with amusement. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as he entered. "So... what won't you tell?" he raised an eyebrow, his gaze traveling up and down my figure. That's when I noticed that, aside from my nipples, my breasts were partially on display, and he found the sight quite enticing.
As I had often said, I knew how to read him, not just his eyes but even his breath and heartbeats. I was certain that he knew how to read me even better. As he looked at me now, I could tell he was already aware of the wetness growing between my thighs just from the sight of him.
"Well," I bit my lower lip, "I was just—" My words trailed off as he moved closer, and I instinctively took a step back.
Fuck, he felt like a predator.
With his loosely hanging red tie and unbuttoned white shirt, the coat nowhere in sight, I could tell that the rest of his clothing was about to disappear along with my robe, which covered the least.
"Tell me, Evelyn," he moved even closer, and I continued to step back until I found myself backed against the now Jacuzzi, almost filled to the brim. "What won't you tell?" As he leaned in, my body responded involuntarily, and I sat back on the edge of the tub, the water splashing on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Jacob chuckled as he turned off the tap, preventing the water from overflowing. He might have succeeded in stopping the water, but how was he going to halt my wetness down there?
Well, I doubted he had any intentions of stopping that.
Just when I thought my heart couldn't beat any louder, the god before me, in all his glory, knelt, loosening his tie even further and tossing it aside.
Holy!
He looked at me, a smirk curving at the corner of his lips. "So... your friend's curious if I fuck you good or not, huh?" His hands stealthily found their way to the tie of my robe, and with a smooth, silk-like motion, the robe slipped from my body, partially falling into the tub's water, "And you can't tell him because you're shy, or maybe because you don't quite remember?" He slipped his hand around my neck, his fingers teasing my skin before brushing the back of my ear and trailing down to my breast, where his index finger took the lead and circled my nipple.
"I didn't say I don't...." My sentence was interrupted by a soft moan as he pinched my nipple. His eyes locked on mine, making it clear that he was the one in control of my body and soul. Right now, he demanded an answer, "Oh my!"
"What were you about to say, Evie?" This time, his other hand gripped my thigh roughly before deciding to intensify the torment, his thumb tracing my entrance.
"I..." Once again, I was unable to respond.
He was pushing me to the edge, and I knew his ways well – he was punishing me.
Had he noticed my lack of effort during the bouquet catch? Well....
"What do you plan to do?" I finally blurted out, barely holding myself together as I gripped the edge of the tub, my body trembling with pleasure.
"We had a deal, didn't we?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you cheat... you get punished."
Okay, so he had noticed. I couldn't expect anything less. With his eagle-like eyes and unwavering attention always on me, it was clear that I'd made it too obvious.
Fuck me!
"I didn't technically cheat... you did," I blurted out, a whimper escaping my lips as he pushed his thumb into my core, deep, "Oh, fuck!" I closed my eyes tightly.
"But even before I did that, you had already planned to dodge catching that bouquet, didn't you?" He let out a husky chuckle, working his thumb inside me, the wetness coating his finger and flowing freely.
"You can't... be so sure," I bit down on my lower lip to stifle a moan, but Jacob pressed both his index and middle fingers directly onto my clit with firm pressure, and a sudden gasp left my mouth. My body was covered in sweat as if I'd just taken a shower.
This man knew exactly how to drive me wild, and I still wondered how he had learned to do it so easily. It was unbearable – I wanted him, but I knew that asking him outright would be futile when he always had a plan in mind.
"I know you, Evelyn, and anyone genuinely trying to catch it would have been far more enthusiastic and would have stood in a completely different position to catch it," he pulled me closer by my neck, brushing his lips against mine. "So, you brought this punishment upon yourself, Evelyn."
"Can't you let this slide... for once?" I managed to say, my body trembling.
"Why should I?" He smirked against my lips before biting down on my lower lip, rolling it between his teeth, and then sucking on it. "I think... I should punish you."
God, I wanted him so badly!
"Please, Jacob," I whimpered, my hips jerking as he tantalizingly teased my clit. "I want you."
"Well... well, I want you too, Evelyn, but bad girls don't get rewarded... do they?"
"But I'm not a girl... you called me your woman, right?"
His movements froze, and for a moment, his entire body stilled. I saw a flicker in his eyes that told me I'd hit the right spot.
"So, you can discipline your woman while fucking her, can't you?" I raised my hand and traced his abs, holding my breath as I did so—he was tempting, "You can do both at the same time..."
I could tell he was struggling to restrain himself, but I could already see the bulge growing in his pants. He wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer.
"You know... I can be very obedient if you fuck me right," I leaned closer to his ear, gently brushing my lips against his earlobe, "And you can do that, can't you?"
"Damn, Evelyn," He hissed, his grip on me tightening. "You're going to be the death of me." In one smooth motion, he tore open his shirt and crashed his lips onto mine.’
#Bonus Chapter: The Steam (Part 2)
Evelyn
Our kiss grew hotter as he lifted me, and we submerged into the Jacuzzi. He discarded my robe while I unfastened his belt and slid down his pants. Within minutes, we were both completely naked, our bodies pressed together, burning with desire.
"I don't know what I'm going to do to you..." he breathed, hungrily kissing down my neck. "You drive me insane."
"And you drive me wild," I pulled him closer, leaning against the tub, my body partially immersed in the warm water as he hovered over me. Our lips met, and it felt too good, the sensation of his skin against mine was nothing short of heavenly. "I want to get lost in you, Jacob. Forever."
Kissing me fervently, he gripped my jaw and slid his tongue into my mouth, resting his hand on my waist as he parted my thighs to keep me steady. Slowly, he entered me, raw. His skin brushed against my inner walls, creating a delightful sensation, the warm water soothing my tingling nerves.
"Oh, Jacob," I moaned into his mouth, my hips buckling as he pushed further until he was fully inside me, balls deep.
Fuck, he was too good for me.
"You're addictive," he murmured as he set the pace, slowly moving in and out of me, never breaking our intense gaze. I knew he could see through my very soul, just as I could with him.
I held onto him tighter as he picked up the pace, plunging deeper with each thrust. The water splashed around us, our bodies moving in perfect sync, the sound of our skin slapping echoing against the backdrop of the gushing water.
Soon, I felt myself edging closer to an orgasm, my toes curling, eyes squeezed shut, and my entire body quivering. Jacob, being the sex god that he was, sensed my impending climax and picked up the pace, pummeling into me with an animalistic fervor. Hell! He was a beast when it came to sex—he could devour me, or destroy me, yet I'd still love every moment of it!
My hands shot to grip the sides of the Jacuzzi, my thighs spread wide as my inner walls took him even deeper, as if my whole body was under his control, responding to his every desire without the need for command.
And then... screaming his name, I came all apart around him, my walls constricting tightly around his length, throwing off his rhythm momentarily. But he knew exactly how to regain it, and in the next heartbeat, he had every string of control wrapped around his fingers, pounding into me with the same speed and intensity.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I had no idea when he was going to stop. But even in the aftermath of such an intense climax, I didn't want him to stop.
Sliding his hand beneath my waist, he flipped us so that I sat on top of him. Every one of his movements was effortless, as if it required no exertion at all. I felt as light as a feather, one that he could easily crush with the slightest touch, yet nothing he did actually harmed me.
"You wanted me, didn't you?" he asked, gripping my ass cheeks and angling himself deeper, right against my G-spot. His eyes never left mine, and the blue veins in his neck stood out. His jaw was taut, a small bead of sweat slid down the side of his forehead, and his tousled hair framed his face ever so slightly. The sight of him alone was almost enough to trigger another climax right then and there, and I could feel that knot forming in my lower abdomen.
Like I'd said—He was too fucking good for me.
He licked my lower lip before trailing his tongue down to my neck and nipping at my nipple. I moaned, tossing my head back, clinging to his shoulders for balance.
Jacob then seized my throat, bringing my face closer to his. "Ride me, Evie," he growled, his voice husky. "I'm all yours."
Holy shit, he was going to kill me tonight.
"I think I'd enjoy these kinds of punishments more often, Jacob," I whispered before I began to rock my hips, slowly moving up and down on him, taking him deeper, our bodies falling into sync.
This felt too good and god, I couldn't even describe how incredible he felt inside of me.
Starting at a leisurely pace, I soon picked up speed in my movements. Our bodies fell into a magical rhythm once more, pleasure coursing through our veins, and heat seeping into our skin. Jacob guided me as I rode him, pushing me down each time I moved my hips just right to hit those spots he knew were my breaking point.
Before long, his member jerked inside me, his Adam's apple bobbing ever so slightly, and I watched as his pupils dilated. Sparks ignited on my skin, my eyes welled up, and I felt it too— I was close, just like him.
"I'm getting close, baby," he hissed, his face contorted in pleasure as he took the lead and began thrusting inside me, my walls clenching tightly around him each time.
"I'm close too..." I whimpered, and in no time, the orgasm washed over me like a massive wave. My entire body seemed to shift into a different mode, as if someone had flipped a switch. Along with the wave of pleasure, a sense of relaxation washed over my formerly tense nerves, a calm sensation spreading down my heated body like cool, refreshing water.
Jacob groaned as his release followed soon after, his cum filling me to the hilt, the warm sensation causing a soft sigh to escape my lips.
I let go of my body, collapsing onto him, my chin resting on his shoulder, my hands on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeats. We were a mess, drenched in sweat and each other's fluids, our hair a chaotic tangle, but none of it mattered.
He gently ran his fingers along my spine and let out a sigh, leaning against the tub. "You know, I initially came here to share some good news," he said after a few moments of silence.
I raised myself to look at him. "Really? What is it?"
Smiling, he brushed my hair away from my face. "Well, you know I have to leave for Italy soon because of the mess Chloe created," he began, but I interjected.
"I'll kill your ex someday," I stated, my jaw clenching at the thought of her.
"I won't stop you," he chuckled. "But hear me out first. I just talked to Samuel about it. Since he and Clara will be out there on the streets of Paris, enjoying their honeymoon, and you'd be left alone here... so..."
My eyebrows shot up, and my eyes widened ever so slightly...
Could it be...? No, I shouldn't just assume. I'll let him speak.
"So?" I waited for him to finish his sentence.
"He gave me permission to take you with me," he finally said, a smile breaking across his face. "So, you're coming with me to Italy."
"Wait, what?!" I was taken aback, but that was an understatement. I was shocked and mostly amazed. "Really? Wait, don't tell me you're joking!"
Jacob and I, going to Italy? God, It'd be so fucking amazing.
"No, I'm not joking, Evelyn," he chuckled, kissing one cheek and then the other. "You're coming with me to Italy, and guess what? I'm going to take you to meet my parents and sisters the day after we arrive in Italy."
OH. MY. GOD.
Holy shit!
"You're serious, right?!" I cupped his face, the smile on my face never fading. I wanted to dance right now.
"Yes, I'm serious, Evelyn!" His tone mirrored mine as he kissed my lips.
"God, I love you! I love you—I love you!" I repeatedly pecked his lips, unable to contain my excitement. He smiled against my kisses before cupping my face in his warm hands.
"If I knew you'd be this happy to hear the news, I would have told you sooner."
"You should have! When are we leaving? I have so much packing to do!"
"Tomorrow evening. And before you panic my love, let me tell you something," he said, brushing his thumbs over my cheeks. "You don't need to pack much. We'll be doing tons of shopping and getting the things you need at my place. Because I think I'll be taking you to Italy very often from now on."
"Okay then," I smiled, resting my head on his chest. "But I still can't believe Dad agreed so easily."
"Hey, it wasn't easy. I practically had to beg that asshole," he scoffed. "Your dad is something else."
"He's your best friend, after all, so it's only fair for him to be bossy," I chuckled, "So tell me, what will we be doing in Italy?"
"What do you think?"
"Hanging around, meeting your family, exploring the sights? Do you have anything else in mind?"
"Yes, I do," His voice suddenly took a turn as he raised my chin to make me look at him. "Apart from famous pastas and stuff, we're going to do something else—lots of sex."
My cheeks were already aflame. "You dog!" I playfully slapped his chest and tried to get off him, but he pulled me back, so I was sitting on his lap again.
"Whatever you say—because it's definitely happening, Evie," he grinned, playfully kissing my jaw, cheek, and neck, drawing a giggle from me.
"No, that's not happening!"
"You know it's going to happen, and I'm going to make it happen."
"No, you jerk," I splashed water on his face, and he turned his head to the side, but my aim was true, and it hit his face anyway.
He looked at me with a mischievous smirk curving at his lips, and his eyes gleamed with that familiar mischievous glint. Damn it. He wasn't going to let me off easily.
Before I could get up and make a run for it, he flipped us so that I was under him, trapped with the edge of the tub against my back. Hovering over me, his lips brushed against mine as he gazed deep into my eyes. "You're so done."
A shiver ran down my spine...
Well, it seemed like our trip to Italy was going to be everything but ordinary.