by Bethany-Kris
Heat.
Sex.
At least, the promise of it.
He heard the club around him, and felt the bass of the music thumping against the soles of his shoes, but none of it really mattered. None of it seemed important next to the way this woman kissed him like she needed nothing more than to taste him on her tongue.
Andino finally broke their kiss when the song changed. Haven’s pink tongue peeked out to lick him from her lips—and fuck him, his dick ached from the sight.
“Still want that whiskey?”
“I don’t think so,” Haven said. “I’m in the mood for something else now.”
Fucking yes.
He was up for that.
All of that.
If Andino thought Haven had tasted like sin when he kissed her on the dance floor, he had been mistaken. She truly tasted like candied sin when he had her sitting on the edge of his desk in the club’s office, and was peeling those leather pants off her shapely legs one slow fucking inch at a time all the while kissing her. Finally, he had those pants of hers off, and tossed away to the floor somewhere.
He swore she was taunting him with those challenging grins, and the way she licked her lips when he pulled away from their kiss. Not to mention how she fucking looked just sitting there waiting for him to do something.
Legs spread.
Black lace panties on display.
Not the least bit shy.
Andino grabbed the top of her bare thighs with his hands, and squeezed roughly as he leaned in close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on his face. “You’re a dangerous fucking woman, do you know that?”
Haven’s tongue swept her bottom lip again.
Jesus.
If she kept doing that, he was going to need to fill her mouth full of something else. Focus, Andino. One thing at a goddamn time, man.
“How so?” she whispered.
Airless.
Hot.
Ready.
“You’re just … too much of everything,” he said, the words rumbling out of his chest.
Haven blinked. “What?”
“Too confident. Too beautiful. Too you. It’s unsettling as much as it’s amazing, but you don’t even realize any of that, do you? Most women need a man to hold them up in some way—stroke their fucking egos, keep them entertained, or cater to their insecurities. You don’t give a single shit about any of that noise, do you?”
Haven grinned widely. “Why would I need you to stroke my ego or take care of me? I know what and who I am, Andino. A man didn’t make me this way—I did.”
Exactly.
And that’s why she was perfect.
“Don’t change that,” he told her.
Haven shrugged. “Wasn’t ever planning on it.”
“Good.”
That was quite enough talking for Andino. Especially when Haven reached between them, and stroked the outline of his hard cock through his slacks, eliciting another one of his gruff moans.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“I bet you’ll like when I suck you off, too,” Haven said, her words nothing more than a soft whisper against his skin. “Don’t you want to see me on my knees for you, Andino?”
Hell yes. That and more.
She palmed him with a firm enough touch that he was pretty sure he could come like that if she kept it up—that was not in the plans, though. He closed the distance between them again, and slammed his mouth down on hers. He couldn’t get enough of the way this woman kissed him; entirely wild, and unashamed. Like she couldn’t get enough, and he was the air she was trying to take into her lungs just to breathe.
Between her thighs, he found her pussy warm and damp overtop of those lace panties. She sucked in a ragged breath when his knuckles grazed along her slit, and then she released the sexiest moan when he let two of his fingers slip beneath the lace to find her sex.
Wet.
Silken.
Hot.
Tight.
Her hips bucked forward into his hand the second he thrust those fingers into her cunt—her walls clamped down around him, and a shudder raced through her body. And Christ … those blue eyes of hers flew wide, and he was kind of struck at how amazing she looked staring down between her thighs to watch him fuck her pussy with his hands.
“Damn, you’re soaked,” he murmured.
“Do you like that?”
Fuck.
Andino leaned forward, and kissed her three times to punctuate each one of his words. “So. Fucking. Much.”
“Show me, then. Taste me.”
Her words came out so fucking high and breathless, sounding like the best kind of music to him. He wondered, and leaned a little closer, making sure all Haven was looking at then was him, and nothing else … “How will you sound then, huh? When my face is between your thighs, and I’ve got that sweet pussy in my mouth? Are you going to scream for me?”
This woman never failed to stun him.
It’s just who she was.
This was no exception.
“Depends on how talented that mouth of yours is,” she countered.
Damn.
“Challenging me is dangerous, Haven,” Andino warned.
She cocked a brow. “Who said I wanted safe? I’m pretty sure if you don’t have me pinned to this desk, sore all over, and unable to speak by the time we’re done here, I’m going to be sorely fucking disappointed, Andino.”
Well, then.
“Ask and you shall receive, sweetheart.”
He kissed her one more time—harder and longer. Before he pulled away from that candy-mouth of hers, he bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her gasp. Fire flashed in her eyes, but Andino only winked, and kept stroking her wet pussy alive with his fingers all the while. She was shaking now; trembling from the tips of her toes, and it was only spreading more the longer he kept his fingers moving inside her cunt.
Haven didn’t have the chance to react when Andino reached up and grabbed her throat. In a flash, he had her back pushed flush to the desk, and forced her to stare up at him. That fire in her eyes only intensified as her hands came up to encircle his wrists tightly. She grinned, flashed her teeth at him, and wiggled her hips as his fingers slowed a bit inside her pussy.
“Ask me to taste you,” he said.
Haven let out a soft moan. “That’s not—”
“Ask me, or you get nothing.”
“Andino.”
His fingers slowed more—she’d been close to coming before. He’d felt it in the tightening of her inner muscles, and how wet she had become. She wasn’t going to get that orgasm until he got what he wanted first.
“All you have to do is say one simple sentence, Haven,” Andino taunted. “Please taste me. That’s it, baby—easy.”
“I—”
“Say it.”
Haven whined when her grinding hips couldn’t get his fingers back to the speed she wanted them inside her pussy. She even had the audacity to glare at him when he removed his fingers from between her thighs altogether. Poor thing. Her gaze was back to that wildness again. All raw, and unbidden. Fuck him for wanting more of that look on her, too.
It was enough to test his control.
Every last bit of it.
“Oh, my God,” Haven gasped, “Please … please, just taste me. Get your mouth on my pussy, and—”
“You got it, love. See, now wasn’t that simple?”
Andino kept a tight hold on Haven’s throat, making sure she wasn’t able to move while he got his first taste of her pussy. Moving between her opened legs, he glanced up to see her watching him from his position between her thighs.
“Lift up,” he ordered as he fisted the gusset of her panties. She did, raising her backside off the desk just enough for him to yank those panties down her legs, and toss them aside. He leaned closer, then, his nose skimming the side of her thigh as he got a whiff of her unique scent, and eyed the slit of her pussy. His groan came out thick, hard, and wanting. “Fuck, you look g
ood like this.”
Good enough to eat, really.
So, he did just that.
And sweet Christ, she was hot, sweet, and fucking tart on his tongue. His first taste of her was like a shot of heroin right to the vein, and all he’d done was drag his tongue from the slit of her pussy right up to her clit. She was soft against the roughness of his tongue, and her flavor flooded his mouth like nothing else ever had.
But it wasn’t just her taste.
No, it was her, too. The broken moans. The shudders. Her hand coming to tangle in his hair, and pull him back to her pussy for more. How she wrapped her thighs around his head, and he could feel her heartbeat in her throat racing against his fingertips. Everything about her was fucking addictive.
Andino went back in for more—a fast beat of his tongue against her most sensitive spot that was unrelenting, and sure to give them both what they wanted. His fingers slipped into her tight cunt at the same time he sucked hard on her clit. The wet sucking of her pussy taking in his fingers, while he licked up every last drop of her arousal that he could, filled his ears.
And so did her words.
“Jesus Christ, yes … don’t fucking stop, please.”
He couldn’t talk like this. Didn’t really want to, either. Now, he just wanted to know what she sounded like when she came. He added a third finger to her pussy, and sucked on her clit one last time just to push her over the edge.
Haven didn’t disappoint, either.
Loud, breathless, and shaking, she sounded like an angel coming undone for him. Her skin heated, her pussy got even wetter, and Andino was damn sure he could listen to the sound of her shouting his name while the taste of her cunt still lingered in his mouth for the rest of his days. He’d die a happy fucking man that way, surely.
“Fucking hell,” Andino grunted, feeling his dick trying to punch a hole through his slacks with every pulse in the shaft. What he needed now was to be buried nine-inches deep inside her pussy, and getting Haven to make those sounds again. She hadn’t even finished shaking by the time he’d shuffled his pants down around his hips, and fished his length out of the confines of his boxer-briefs. She watched him with lust-filled eyes as he rolled a condom down his length. “Next time, I want you playing with yourself while I jerk off.”
Haven laughed breathlessly. “Next time, huh?”
“It can’t be just one time.”
“Good point.”
Andino winked. “Now bend the fuck over.”
He reached for her, and had her spun around on the desk in a flash. Haven’s feet hit the floor at the same time Andino bent her flush over the desk again. One of his hands pressed firmly at the back of her neck, keeping her pinned down, while his other held onto his cock so that he could drag the tip down her ass, and through the lips of her wet slit.
He didn’t give her a warning—just thrust in.
All the way in.
“Fuck.”
Haven let out a gasping breath. “Shit.”
Andino wasn’t a small man by any means—and his cock was fucking proportionate to that. And yet, this woman took every thick inch of him in, and then she pushed against him. Like she was trying to fucking get more.
Good God.
“Twenty-five, and twenty-six,” he said, punctuating each word by pulling out his cock, and thrusting back in again. Hard enough to send Haven up on her toes. “How many more am I going to find when I pull that shirt off you?”
Haven laughed in that high, spun way again. “The dimples on my back?”
“Yeah, baby. Blue stars.”
“My first tattoos—sixteen years old, and my parents cried.”
Andino chuckled. “Poor them.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
He did—rough, and raw, and hard. Every thrust sent Haven slamming into the desk over and over. He was sure she was going to have marks on her thighs and stomach, but she didn’t seem to care. If anything, she only urged him on, and held tight to the edge of the desk when his pace came even faster, and more brutal.
There was nothing like sex.
The sounds.
The smell.
The feel.
It was all unique, and addictive. Sex with this woman, though, was something else entirely. From the way she said his name, to her soft pleads when he knew she was close to coming for a second time, it was all glorious.
She reached back with one hand, and held onto his wrist when he fisted a hand into the hair at the back of her head, and pulled firmly. He was caught between the feeling of being buried inside her while watching the sweat slick the ink on her skin.
She came fast when he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red imprint of his palm behind. And then she came harder when he stuffed two fingers up her ass, and called her a slut. Shit, she got off on it.
Andino loved that.
It was only when she could barely speak, he knew she was aching, and she begged for him to come that he finally let go of that control he’d been holding onto. He pulled her off the desk, put her to her knees, and yanked off the condom before Haven had his dick all the way down her throat. She sucked him dry—until his balls hurt, and his spine turned numb from the sparks flying behind his eyes.
She was teeth, tongue, and lips on his dick.
Using all of it.
And he heard nothing but blood in his ears when he finally came. She took every drop from him, too. Took it all in, and swallowed it down.
Andino was just catching his goddamn breath when the noise started outside the office. Swearing, and shouting. Something heavy being thrown around, and groans of pain following right behind. Haven’s eyes widened as she looked up at him from her knees.
He wanted to comfort her—tell her it was okay.
Problem was, he knew those voices.
Enforcers.
Marcello enforcers.
This was business, and he couldn’t say a thing. Maybe he could make it quieter, though. That was just about the best he could do.
“Is someone getting beat up? Go help them!”
“No, and also no,” Andino said quickly, tucking himself back into his pants. Haven was still on her knees when he stepped away from her, and headed for the door. He opened it just a crack to see some of his guys beating the hell out of a dealer who had been sliding in on Andino’s business at the club—it was an on-going issue. “Hey!”
The enforcers stopped.
Andino cocked a brow. “Take that shit outside, cafones. Business like this doesn’t happen in the club. You know the fucking rules.”
Neither of the two men questioned Andino. The bloodied man on the ground looked like he probably couldn’t even see out of his swollen eyes.
“You got it, boss.”
Andino closed the door.
Haven was already getting dressed when he turned around. “I should go.”
“Don’t let that bother you,” he said.
She shook her head. “It didn’t.”
Except it had.
He could see it.
Fuck.
“Fucking finally,” his boss—and uncle—grumbled as Andino strolled through the office doors of Dante’s home, “he decides to roll his ass out of bed, and come see little old me when I call on him. Good morning, Andino. Take a seat.”
Andino passed his father in the corner a nod, but gave Dante the majority of his attention. Clearly, he’d pissed his uncle off in one way or another, and that wasn’t good for business when it came right down to it.
“Sorry,” Andino said, “long night.”
It wasn’t a lie. He hadn’t stopped moving in almost two weeks. Business picked up, and between shit he was trying to handle—like a gun run, and keeping the details well hidden from his uncle lest Dante find out it was a man he despised running them for their family—and the fact he had a whole host of new responsibilities for Cosa Nostra, it just never ended.
Hell, he hadn’t even seen Haven since that night at his club a while back. He didn’t ha
ve time, and he couldn’t seem to make it. It was the end of fucking August now, and the woman probably thought he didn’t give a shit about her.
Giovanni perked his head up at that statement. “Work?”
“It’s always for work; don’t worry about it.”
His father cocked a brow, but said nothing.
Dante, on the other hand, frowned. “It’s not like you to ignore my calls.”
“I didn’t ignore it. I didn’t hear it.”
Christ.
He’d only gotten three hours of sleep.
“Just … cut me some slack this morning,” he mumbled, running a hand down his unshaven jaw. “Won’t happen again.”
Dante nodded. “Good—to business, though. I have questions, and you have answers. So, I’m going to need you to give them to me, Andi.”
Andino blinked. “What?”
“John.”
“What about John?”
Because as far as Andino knew, his cousin was doing fine. Keeping his head down after being released from prison like he was told to do, managing his capo duties just fine, and managing his meds and life without trouble.
“There’s no problem with John,” Andino said. “He’s doing fine.”
Dante cleared his throat, and passed Andino’s father a look. “On the surface, it certainly seems so. That’s what everyone keeps telling me, anyway.”
“So, then leave him be.”
“At the moment, I can’t do that.”
Andino groaned, and tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling. “I am too tired for this shit today, okay?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Fuck.
There was that tone.
The one his uncle was known for—it was cold, and harsh, and biting. It promised violence without actually having to threaten at all.
“Andino,” Giovanni warned quietly. “Try again.”
Andino sighed, straightened in the chair, and gave Dante his attention again. “My apologies.”
“Thank you.”
“I just think—”
Dante pointed a finger at Andino, and narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care what you think right now, Andi. I care that you listen, and do what you’re told until you sit your ass down in my seat. And considering your newfound position as the boss who will take over after me, I expect a hell of a lot more out of you, now. You’re a good made man—don’t get fucking lazy with me. Got it?”