by Cala Riley
“You would love my home in Manhattan. It feels like a home.”
“Why is that?” I walk around his living room, noting the books on the bookshelf.
“I guess because I lived there longer.”
“Where’s your family?” I look back at him over my shoulder. His eyes have hardened. I’ve asked about his family before, but he didn’t tell me much. I’m hoping he opens up a bit more now. When he opens his mouth to speak, I’m not disappointed.
“I don’t have a family. They disowned me when I joined the Manhattan East Crew. They didn’t approve of the life I chose. My stepfather was, or I suppose he still is, a police officer. My mother is a kindergarten teacher. My lifestyle didn’t fit with theirs. They said, if I didn’t leave this life, then they were done with me. So, I left them and never looked back.”
I walk over and wrap my arms around him. While his voice was even, I saw the small bit of pain behind his eyes. It can’t be easy losing your family. I mean, my mom isn’t the best mother, but at least she was still there. She supported me in her own twisted way.
“What are you doing, mio piccolo angelo?”
“You’re better off without them. Parents are supposed to support your decisions no matter what.”
He sighs but wraps his arms around me. “Life isn’t always sunshine and rainbows, doll. Sometimes it’s dark and rainy.”
Lord did I know that better than anyone.
“I know. It still sucks though.”
We settle into a silence as he stands there and holds me. After a few moments, he pulls back. “Let me give you a tour.”
He takes me through the house and shows me each room. We end at his bedroom, which is as bland as the rest of the house. I walk in and notice another shelf full of books here. Downstairs, they were all classics such as The Art of War. Up here it’s different though. These books are more modern. Most of them are some sort of fantasy book.
Lo stands back and lets me look. I feel his eyes follow me as I pick up books and read the back.
“You read fantasy books?”
“Among others, but yes.”
“Have you read Game of Thrones?”
“I have.”
I set down the book I was looking at and turn to him. “It wasn’t on the shelf downstairs.”
“It’s on my phone. These are books I have collected over the years. Most of my books I keep on here now.” He pulls out his phone and taps it.
“You had books on your phone the whole time we were stuck at Bash’s?”
He smirks. “I didn’t want you racking up my bill buying all the smut I know you read.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not smut. It’s called romance.”
“You mean sex with a side of romance?”
I walk over to him and slap him in the middle of the chest. He grabs my hand as I go to take it back. His eyes darken, and the same lust that had been lingering during dinner is burning through.
“Careful, Mia. You know what they say about messing with the bull.”
“Something about a horn?” I flutter my eyelashes, trying to look innocent.
“Something like that,” he growls out.
I lock my eyes on his lips as I purposely lick my own.
“Lo,” I whimper.
“What is it, mio piccolo angelo?”
Every time he uses the term of endearment my heart melts a little more. I don’t know when it started, but I know I’ve never heard him use it with anyone else, not even Sofia and Izzy, so I feel like he picked it out especially for me.
He brushes my hair out of my face. Usually I wear it up, but I wore it down and curled today. I know how much guys like girls with long hair.
“I need you to do something for me.” I say it so low it’s barely a whisper.
“Anything.”
“It hurts. I need you to make it feel better.”
His eyes turn to worry. “What hurts? Where? Show me.”
I back away and peel my shirt over my head. I reach back and drop my bra to the floor. Then I pull my skirt and panties down in one movement.
“My body hurts. It needs you to kiss it and make it feel better.”
His eyes hungrily take in my body. I know the moment he catches the mark he left on my neck. His eyes flare with pride at the sight. I could have covered it up with makeup, but I wanted to gauge his reaction.
“Mia, if we do this, we can’t go back. I told you before. I won’t fuck you, but if you want to do other things, it will change our relationship. We’ll never be able to go back to just friends. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“It’s already too late, Lo. We already can’t go back. I need you. Please.”
The moment his decision is made is palpable. His eyes change. Before they were pleading with me to stop him, but now they are devouring me. Now they look as if they could burn me alive with the fire behind them.
I should be scared. I should want to run away. Instead, I want to dance in the fire. I want to feel the flames singe my skin. I want the scars to remind me of the wildest time in my life. No matter what the outcome, there is nothing more I want in this moment.
Lo takes his suit jacket off and folds it before laying it on his desk. “I want you on all fours in the middle of the bed.”
I give him a questioning look as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt.
“Now!” he demands, sending me into motion.
I crawl onto his bed and position myself on all fours. I feel him behind me as he unzips his pants. I turn to look over my shoulder, but his voice stops me.
“Eyes ahead, mio piccolo angelo.”
His commanding voice makes me wet. I never thought I would love a man to dominate me, but the way he is now is turning me on more than I could have ever imagined. I’m bent over, ears straining to pick up his movements. Not knowing where he is or what he’s doing is heightening my other senses.
There’s an audible whoosh before I feel a sting of pain on my ass, causing my thighs to quiver.
“That’s for being naughty at dinner.” He rubs the spot his hand hit, and the soothing movement along with the bite of pain makes my center contract around empty air, begging to be filled. His hand lands on my other ass cheek, and I whimper with need. “Are you okay, Mia?” he asks with a little concern in his voice, but he still rubs the area.
“It feels so good,” I pant out.
His hand dips between my legs as he inserts one finger inside me. Immediately, I clench on it, happy to have something inside me.
“Fuck, mio piccolo angelo, you’re soaking wet. Do you like it when I spank you?”
“Yes, Lo. Fuck.” I cry out as he glides his finger out and across my clit.
He hisses at my response. “You’re so reactive. It’s so fucking sexy, Mia.”
“Only for you, Lo.” I arch my back, begging for more.
“Greedy little thing. You want more?”
“Yes. Please. I need it.”
His hands leave me, and I whimper. I feel his chuckle and move to turn toward him.
“Eyes forward. You know the rules.”
I lean my head down on the bed as I feel my clit throbbing, pleading for attention.
“We need to talk, Mia.”
The seriousness of his voice scares me. I want to look at him, but I don’t want to disobey him either. Movement out of the corner of my eye cause me to bring my head back up.
Lo stands in front of me completely naked. Seeing his cock standing out from his body now causes my eyes to widen. I felt his cock under the table. Hell, I had it in my throat, but I didn’t actually look. Seeing it now, I’m surprised I managed to fit the whole thing in my mouth.
“Lo, I need you. Please,” I plead again. At this point, I’m not above begging. My body is screaming out for his. I cannot deny it.
“Mia, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to forget my honorable intentions and fuck you senseless.”
It sounds good to me. I don’t stop looking at him.
“We need some rules. My cock will not slip inside you no matter how tempting it is. I told you I wouldn’t take your V-card, and I still won’t. It's a hard limit for me. Second, we need a safe word. What do you want it to be?”
I think hard. What do I want it to be? Usually they use food items in the novels I read. Or colors. I always thought it was silly. If you want them to stop, it should be something that would turn you off.
“Grandma.”
He chuckles. “Grandma?”
“Yeah, like when we used to call uncle as kids, except grandma. Plus, I find grandma a turn off, so it will work.”
He continues to laugh and nods his head. “Do you have any hard limits?”
I think over everything I have read and saw on porn. Was there anything I wouldn’t do? Not really. Well, maybe just one. I want to try almost everything.
“No ‘Daddy’ play. I’m sorry, but if you ask me to call you Daddy, I might kick you in the balls.”
His smile grows. “Good to know. I don’t enjoy that particular role-play anyways. Are you sure there's nothing else? Anal play? Double penetration?”
Hell, all of it sounds amazing. I have dabbled in it by myself, but I have a feeling it’ll be different with another person.
“All of it’s okay with me.”
The surprise on his face is evident.
Take that, Lo. Not so innocent now, am I?
He walks back around to my ass where I can’t see him. “If you think of a hard limit, let me know. For now, we’ll take it easy.”
The next thing I know, I feel him kissing up the inside of my thighs. My legs are shaking with anticipation, and I almost jump a foot in the air when his tongue finally reaches my throbbing clit. One hand comes up to hold my back while the other spreads my legs wider. At this point, I’m face down and ass up while he tongues my pussy. I moan with each pass of his tongue on my clit.
“You taste like the nectar from the gods. I always knew you were an angel. God made a mistake sending you to me though.”
I can’t respond as I feel two fingers enter me. He pumps them in and out while he moves his thumb to massage my clit.
“Lo,” I cry out as the pleasure fills me.
He slaps my ass while his fingers stay within me. I yelp then moan as the pain adds to my pleasure. He does it again, and I feel myself climbing closer to a sweet orgasm. Just as I’m about there, he pulls his fingers out, and I curse him.
“Fuck you, Lo. I was almost there.” My breathing is ragged.
His fingers dip back into my moisture before trailing back to my ass. I’ve placed my own finger there, but only one. It’s hard to do it to yourself without using a toy, and I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to go there by myself.
He spreads my juices around my hole before slowly pressing a finger in. I immediately notice his fingers are much bigger and longer than mine.
“Don’t tense. Just push back into me. Trust me.”
His words calm me. I try to relax as I feel the intrusion in my tight hole. Instead of pressing more, he pauses and lets me adjust to the feeling. Once I’m comfortable, I press my ass back into him, taking his finger further.
“That’s it. Take control, baby. Take what you can.”
I start to rock against his finger as I feel the familiar pain mixed with pleasure. The kind I’ve always loved. Before long, I’m rocking back against his finger at a quicker pace.
“Want me to add another?”
I nod, but he doesn’t do as he said.
“I need you to say it, Mia.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Good girl.”
Those two words have always haunted me. Everyone always thought I was the good girl. I could never do anything wrong. Hearing him say it now creates a new meaning for it. A praise for doing as he asks. This is sensual. I feel his other hand scoop up some of my juices before he removes the first finger. Next thing I know, the feeling is back, but this time it feels much bigger. He presses forward, and this time, I press back, relaxing my body. It takes a moment, but I adjust to this new feeling. I start to rock as fast as before and hear Lo’s ragged breathing along with my own.
“Reach down and play with your clit. Get yourself off, Mia.”
He continues to move his fingers in and out, and I take in the sound of skin on skin. I glance back briefly and notice him jacking himself off while he stares at my ass. I look forward again and reach down between my legs and play with my clit. It only takes a moment before I feel my orgasm start to build. Between the pain and pleasure from his fingers in my ass, the feel of my own fingers rubbing my clit, and the image of Lo jacking himself off behind me, I’m as good as done.
My eyes close as I cry out in pleasure. I thought my last two orgasms were amazing, but nothing compares to the orgasm I’m having now. I see stars behind my eyes as my body continues to spasm and shake. I hear Lo yell out and feel warm liquid hit my ass.
I collapse on the bed, sore and out of breath.
“Mia, you okay?” Lo climbs up next to me, but I can’t speak. My whole body is shaking, and my vision is still spotty. “Mia?”
“Fine.” That’s all I can breathe out.
“Was it good for you, mio piccolo angelo?”
I nod my head, but it causes me to become dizzy.
“I’m going to grab a washcloth to clean you up, okay?”
I give a small nod and just lay there. I doze off but wake up when I feel the wet washcloth on my body. He cleans between my legs before cleaning his cum off me. Then he lifts me up into his arms before pulling the bedding back and laying me back down. He leans down and kisses my forehead before standing back up.
“Don’t leave me, Lo. Please.”
“I won’t, mio piccolo angelo. I’m just going to go clean up. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I don’t respond. I fade off into sleep instead.
∞∞∞
“Mmmm,” I murmur.
I’m having another amazing dream. It has to be. A delicious feeling is building in my core as my mind pictures Lo ordering me onto the bed and having his way with me over and over again. I feel a finger enter me as something wet flicks against my clit.
My eyes fling open as my hands come down and grab the head between my legs.
I moan loudly as I look down and find Lo in between my legs, feasting on me like I’m his last meal.
“Lo!” I scream out as my orgasm washes over me. As I come down, Lo slides up next to me and wraps me in his arms.
“Good morning, mio piccolo angelo.”
My breathing is still ragged, but I manage to breathe out a “good morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
I look up and find a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Amazing. You’re up awfully early.”
He leans in and kisses behind my ear then bites my earlobe.
“The dirty bird gets the worm.”
My body shutters in response. I’m about to turn over and kiss him, but my phone starts ringing from somewhere in the room. The only reason I know it’s mine is the song playing is the one set specifically to Izzy. Vitamin C’s “Graduation Song” where it talks about being friends forever. I heard it one time on the radio, and it reminded me of Izzy and how I really want us to always be friends.
“It’s Izzy. I should answer it. I never told her I wasn’t coming home.”
Lo jumps out of bed and finds my purse as the phone stops ringing. Minutes later, a different song blares out. This is the one the theme from Gilmore Girls, “Where You Lead.” Sofia.
Lo brings me my purse then settles back in bed next to me, draping his arm over my middle.
I sigh as I answer the phone.
“Good morning, Sofia.”
“Where in the hell have you been? Izzy is freaking the fuck out, Mia.”
“I’m with Lo. I’m fine. Actually, I’m not too terribly far from the house.”
“Call Izzy. She’s going to murder you, Mia.”
The phone disconnects, and before I can dial Izzy’s number, her call comes through.
“Good morning, Isabel,” I answer formally.
I already know the tongue lashing I’m about to receive. Our rules remain the same. If we aren’t going to come home, we have to call, not text. Anyone can text her and tell her I won’t be coming home. The only way to know we’re truly safe is to hear the others voice and the code word. We have two. One says we are okay, and one says we’re in trouble.
“Are you okay? Are you safe?”
I catch the panic in her voice as the guilt settles into my gut. I really didn’t mean to worry her. Hell, I don’t even think I told her where I was going last night. After the orgasms I had, I can’t remember much honestly.
“I’m fine, Izzy. Oranges. See, I’m fine.”
I hear her sigh of relief as I use the code word we set up. Then she growls with anger. “Don’t fucking do that to me, Mia. I sent you a gazillion text messages. I called just as many times. I stayed up all night waiting for you and fucking worried. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
I look over to Lo, and he shrugs. “It rang, but you’re with me. You were safe.”
I scowl at him. He heard my phone and let me sleep through it. He’s partially to blame for my best friends’ concern.
“Who was that, Mia? Where are you?”
“At Lo’s. I stayed here last night.”
She shrieks, and I pull the phone back from my ear. Lo gives me a quizzical look.
“You slept with him?”
“No. I don’t want to talk about this right now. I’ll be home soon.”
“Is he right next to you?”
“Yes. What time do you work?”
“Noon. I work opening today.”
“I’ll be home before you need to leave. Bye, Iz.” I hang up before she responds, embarrassing me more. As it is now, my face is already flaming.
“So, you told Isabel about your interest in my cock?”
I roll my eyes. “Get over yourself. I’m taking a shower.”
I roll out of bed and head into his bathroom. I’m aware of my state of undress, but instead of feeling shy as I might have been with anyone else, I feel sexy. I glance over my shoulder and watch his eyes watch my retreat.