by Dark Angel
Only I get to say when that happens.
“You’re so wet,” I say, my voice low with lust. Pulling the words from my throat isn’t easy. I flick my tongue over her nipple, delighting in her shiver. “I feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”
Lucy bites her lip and moans.
I speed up just a little on her clit. “But I’m not letting you come yet.”
Lucy sighs and her breathing gets more labored. She’s so close but not quite there, and I’m not letting her get there. I move my mouth to her other breast and I work even faster on her clit, but now I only slide my cock in some. She needs to take me deep to come. Lucy needs so much more fucking from me to orgasm. I love that about her. Plenty of girls could come from the clit rubbing and such, and that’s fine, but Lucy fucking needs me. Needs my permission, needs my cock, needs my fingers, needs my mouth. If I’m not consuming her utterly, then she’s letting me hold her on the brink. And I fucking love that. I crave it. This has ruined me for anyone else. I'll never be able to fuck anyone the way I fuck Lucy because no one fucking craves me the way Lucy seems to.
Why this sweet woman who's so much better than I could even hope to be even wants me or lets me keep fucking her, I don’t know.
I know why she fucked me the first time. Curiosity continued what started out of her family loyalty. But she knows now how right about me that she was and I gave her the option. Fuck I tried to let her go. I wished for both of us that she could want to go. Instead, here we are. I’m fucking her so slowly and shallowly that I can barely breathe. My cock is twitching and despite the agony my balls are loading up. Her body is shivering, trembling with my every touch. But neither one of us is coming. We both like being suspended in this limbo.
“Gian, fuck,” Lucy says, and I look up to see her eyes watering. “Fuuuuuck,” she moans out when I sink my teeth into her breast again. “I need you,” she says in the sweetest goddamn voice.
That’s how you fucking break a spell. I don’t even think about it and I’m closing my mouth over hers, slamming my cock deep into her.
“Damn, baby girl, you fucking kill all my resolve,” I say with a laugh when my lips ghost over hers so that we can both catch our breath. “Still not letting you come, though. I want to keep you so close. I just need my cock deeper in you before we both die.” I tell her the truth. Both parts are so true. I can’t stand not being buried inside of her. And I’m not ending this moment, how much we’re building up to the orgasm.
“Oh yeah?” Lucy says, and I hear the challenge in her voice. Her pussy clenches around me and I nearly cum right then and there. And she knows that if I orgasm, it'll set her off. That’s just how fucking dirty my sweet little girl is. Like, Lucy was just a virgin and now she’s such a perfect little orgasm addict, I can’t handle how fucking hot that is and she knows it.
I grab both of her wrists and cage her hands up above her head.
I slam my cock into her harder.
It looks like I'm giving her everything she wants. Like she’s winning.
But I hear that sweet little moan and I know, sure, it seems that way. But we both know she took a gamble there and she’s not going to win against me. Giancarlo fucking Sandoval is the house, and the house always wins.
“Fuck,” Lucy cries out.
“I'm going to keep fucking you, all night, Lucy,” I promise her. My cock is eager to come, but more eager to keep being inside her. I’m going to fuck her for a long time before I let myself come. Then I’m going to fuck her some more. “God, I want to,” I moan low in my throat.
“Fuck me all day tomorrow. Let me cum and sleep in your arms tonight,” Lucy says.
And how the fuck does a man say no to that?
“You’ve got me under your thumb, do you, Lucy?” I say with a laugh. “You’re good at getting what you want from me. And you’re good at dancing. So keep doing both,” I tell her. I meant to wait till after, but I can’t stand it anymore. I want her to know that I value her happiness above everything else. “I don’t want to keep you from anything. If you find something you love, let it take as much of your time as you like.” I pray that it means I’ll still get time with her…I don’t know how I would stay away. But this is all the strength I have to tell her that if she wants to leave me, she can. I already said as much before, but I need to reiterate that I truly mean it.
And now I have. “Now cum for me, Lucy,” I say, slamming my cock deep in her. I feel her pussy squeeze around my cock and her little screams are music to my ears.
I’m close to cumming, but this time I want to pull out and do it on those sexy tits. I can’t lie, seeing other men ogling them has left me with a deep urge to unload a gallon of cum all over them and make them solely mine for the night. She said she wanted to cum and then sleep…and I probably shouldn’t be super gluing her to me so I’ll have to help her clean it off, but I can’t help myself.
When I feel her shuddering stop, I pull out.
Lucy gasps.
Oh, baby girl, you have no idea how filthy I can be. I’ve only just started fucking you.
I may be done for the night when I finish cumming on her tits, but so long as I'm fucking Lucy, I’m going to show her the very meaning of sin. I’ll kiss, lick, suck, and cum all over her perfect body and hope that she never wants anyone else. I’ll never forget how earnestly she told me that she was glad she would never fuck anyone else. No fucking way anyone will fuck her the way I do. I don’t ever want us to find out.
My cock shoots ropes of cum on her tits, so much cum coming out of me that even I’m surprised. She looks so good covered in it that it almost makes my head spin a little.
Her soft pink tongue pokes out of her mouth and I don’t have to be told twice. I finish on her tongue, hearing her moan as she licks it up. I watch her lift her nipples up to her mouth and lick them.
I don’t know where the fuck that idea came from, but I never cease to be amazed by how perfectly Lucy’s mind works.
Lucy
The cold, unfeeling letters against the stone make me glad to have asked Gian to come with me to visit Tommy. I asked him to come with me, and I’ll go into Tommy’s room alone. My fingers feel safe inside Gian’s.
“Welcome to Sutherland Rehabilitation Facilities,” a woman in lavender scrubs greets us at reception.
“Hi,” I say with a little shake in my voice. Gian puts his other hand to the small of my back. “I’m Lucy Tomlinson, here to see Thomas Tomlinson, my brother.” I already feel less stressed and more excited because I want to see his face. I've never gone so long without seeing my brother’s face. I took care of him.
I’m glad someone else, a professional, or a team of them by the upscale looks of these facilities, was able to take care of Tommy for me. For a second I feel a brush of guilt, but I know that I need to let myself have my own life.
A strange life that is nothing like what I pictured for myself…but that’s the strange thing. Until my bother was taken care of, I had never really imagined what my life might look like if I could choose. When I thought I wanted to run far away from Gian, I imagined that my brother and I would go live boring lives in some small town until we were creaky and old.
But now I've quit my job at the diner, and I don’t have my apartment anymore. I have a friend. A probably married boyfriend. My life isn’t anything like what I imagined. But now I have hope and the possibility to figure out just what I want that to be.
And the idea that someone else is married to Gian sours everything in my stomach instantly. The weight of it hits me and when I’m following the nurse to Tommy’s room, I look back at Gian with pleading eyes as he sits down in the waiting area at reception.
Maybe I can’t have the one thing I never knew that I wanted because Gian must belong to someone else.
I feel so stupid. I can’t be thinking about this now. What if the worry reads all over my face and it upsets Tommy, who has already been through so much?
I inhale deeply and look at the closed door th
e nurse leaves me at.
I walk in with a smile on my face. Tommy looks clean and well taken care of, but he looks utterly exhausted. He also looks pissed when he sees me, which takes me aback.
“Luce, I can’t believe you let that asshole throw me in this place,” Tommy says, gritting his teeth and looking up at me with narrowed eyes. “And if you’re fucking him, I don’t want to believe that either. But I can’t believe I’m finally sober,” Tommy says and I hear his voice crack. “I feel like I haven’t seen myself or my own life in years, Luce, thank you so much. But there’s something that I have to tell you,” Tommy says, reaching out for my hand.
I sit down in the chair next to his bed and hold his hand. It feels warm and clean and makes me breathe so much easier.
“Lucy, Giancarlo Sandoval’s crazy wife and this other dude I owed money to, this biker Luke Gravos, they wanted me to kill their husbands. They were promising to erase my debts and make me a wealthy man,” Tommy says this, and I see him searching my eyes for something.
My reaction? To see if I knew this already?
I can’t breathe for a second and I’m so confused.
The note…it wasn’t about how he owed Gian more than anyone else. It was because that’s who these women wanted him to cross off first. The idea of Gian being hurt terrifies me. The idea that someone who should care about him — whoever this wife of his is — orchestrating the hurt kills me. And Tommy, a killer? That’s almost too much for me to handle and I can’t say anything right now. I should. My lips part and nothing comes out.
“I just wanted to give us a better life, Luce. I didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t exactly say no to them. But…Gian told me that it has been taken care of. He told me yesterday, on the phone, he told me everything.” Tommy squeezes my hand again. “Lucy, do you trust Giancarlo Sandoval? Can we trust this guy?”
I don’t know much about these deals, but I know that I can trust Gian. No matter my doubts or the dumb fights we've had, no matter how strange our courtship was if you would even call it that, I know I can trust Gian. I feel it deeper in my bones than I’ve ever felt anything before in my life. “Yes, I trust Gian. I love him,” I say, finally looking at Tommy.
Tears are welling in my eyes and when Tommy pulls me into his arms, I’m so grateful. I can’t believe that only a few weeks ago, Tommy was strung out, I was barely able to pay for my box of an apartment, and I had no friends in the world.
Gian told me that he was going to keep me forever.
I know he wanted to tell me about his wife — I know that he was going to tell me something before, after I was dancing with Margo, and I didn’t let him. It must've been easy to hold me and not say anything, because now the sadness I saw in his eyes makes so much sense.
“Tommy, I’m so glad you’re doing better. I’m going to visit you every day. I know you’ll be out of here soon and you can do anything you want. You’re free,” I tell him, kissing him on the cheek.
Tommy releases me and squeezes my hand before letting me go. “I still feel like I want to sleep for a thousand years…even though it's been like I was sleepwalking through life. But do me a favor. Don’t visit me. Enjoy having your own life, and then when I’m out of here, we can spend actual time together. I…I need time to decompress everything from the last seven years, to be honest. I haven’t been dealing with it like you have at all.”
I purse my lips together. I want to argue with that, but I also want to give him what he’s asking for. Tommy deserves this. He’s asking me to leave him alone, but it isn’t like all the other times.
“You know how to call if you need me. If you need anything,” I say, standing up. I’ll give him his space. “I love you, brother,” I tell Tommy. Walking out of that room is difficult, but an enormous weight on my shoulders is lifted, too. For the first time in my life, I know that my brother is going to be okay.
I know that I’m going to be okay.
I walk back out and see a downtrodden look on Gian’s face. He knows that I know the truth. He expects me to be angry.
“The next time I dance, I’d like to not have a terrible ending,” I break the silence.
It's a question in a way. If Gian doesn’t say something about how he’s not going to have that, well then I know that Gian has done so much good for me, but I need to be free of him. But what really makes me feel free is being with him.
“You can have absolutely anything you want,” Gian says, and I hear the emotion thick in his voice. “I thought my wife, Terry, I thought she loved me a long time ago. I didn’t think I’d ever find someone else,” he says.
I wrap my arm around Gian’s neck and kiss him. “But you did?” I ask in a whisper quiet voice.
“I have,” Gian says, kissing my nose.
“Thank you for everything,” I say. I don’t want to rehash everything right now. I just want to go home. And home? Home is wherever Gian is.
Lucy
Coming back from a night of dancing usually winds me all up, but tonight is different. Because I knew that Gian was going to be busy with meetings all day, I kind of wanted to keep the home fires warm instead of doing anything else. I took a bath and read, then listened to music. It was so strange to be able to do this, but I quit my job at the diner after I saw how much I made dancing. The truth was that Gian made it very clear that I’d never have to work again. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to be able to do what I wanted and make money for me. But today I didn’t want to dance, didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone. I wouldn’t need it to be so excited for Gian’s arrival. In fact, I think that would've been too much for me. Today I needed to relax.
Because before this life I have now … I don’t remember when I could just relax. I have time to do things like read novels. Reading a whole novel can take so many hours I almost froze myself to death in the tub, lingering long after the warmth, getting caught up in the story. It's so nice to be able to relax. I enjoy rubbing fancy creams and lotions all over my body, taking care to do my hair even though I was staying inside. I even did my makeup — though not as extravagant as if I was going on stage, I found that I wanted to look as beautiful as I possibly good for Gian when he came home.
Home.
That’s what I think of this suite as. I considered asking Gian for my own place when our arrangement first began. But I haven’t really wanted that since…since he fucked me like he did and showed me a side of him that I didn’t know could exist. I wanted to be near him. I like that when he’s not here and I am, the sheets still have his scent on them. I like that living in the same suite as him means that most nights, we sleep side by side. Or, as I prefer, in Gian’s arms.
I have an attachment to Gian like I’ve never had before. The truth is, I’ve never been close to anyone before Gian. I had no relationships. My brother was the only person in my life and he kept me at a distance to cope with his own problems. Never, ever, could I keep a friend for long. They thought I was weak. They didn’t share my interests.
People always have reasons for not wanting to be in my life, or I have reasons to not want others in my life.
Yet, here I am. The girls at the club, the girls at the spa…I think of them as true friends now. And Gian…he’s like a boyfriend in a really twisted way. He may not be my ‘boyfriend’ but I know that I’m his girl. I can’t believe my strange little life.
And I kind of love it.
I like having my own little world with him. That’s really why I wanted to stay in today. I took some kind of strange pleasure in the idea that today, only Gian would see me. And I don’t know if I should tell him that because I know he’s not thrilled with the fact that I’ve decided to take up dancing on a pole in his club…but even though I enjoy that, I also enjoy being his. He is as close to understanding both as I think he’s ever going to, so I’ll just not press the issue or bring it up.
When the evening starts to wind down, I expect that Gian will arrive any time now. Instead of wearing any fancy lingerie, I opted inst
ead to be completely naked for his arrival. I think there’s bound to be some level of excitement for that on his part. I grab a glass and a bottle of wine from the bar. It's always so well stocked, but I haven’t seen Gian drink from the bar or drink alcohol anywhere else since the night I met him and offered myself up to him.
Maybe it's a coincidence. But maybe it isn’t. I put the alcohol and the wine back and opt to wait for him while opening a second novel to read. I mean, there’s no story so compelling that I won’t drop it the instant Gian walks in. Except I must've picked the most boring story in the world and I can barely hang on while reading it. Despite doing mostly nothing all day, I find myself yawning and before I know it, I’m asleep, naked, in the bed I share with Gian only now I’m sharing it with a novel from my paperback stack next to the bed.
I wake up much later in the evening to Gian’s fingers stroking my chin.
“You must be tired, Luce, you don’t have to wake up,” Gian says in a low voice. There’s some emotion that I don’t understand in his voice, and he’s never called me Luce before. Only my brother has ever called me that.
Yawning, then wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sit up in bed. “No, this book was just very boring and instead of picking a different one, I apparently let it put me right to sleep,” I say with a small laugh.
Gian looks at me, bemused. Only the moonlight illuminates his gorgeous face, but there’s something in his eyes that tells me he needs me.
“What is it, Gian? What’s wrong?” I ask him. I can’t imagine what kept him so long, mostly because I don’t know anything about his business. But Gian always seems so unbothered. So in control. It makes me hurt for him to see him any other way.
“Don’t you worry about it. You can go back to sleep,” Gian says, standing.
Unconsciously, I touch my face where his hand was.
I get up to knees on the bed and look at him. “No, I want you. I’ve wanted nothing more today than to see you.