by Kenya Wright
Fuck Ru. Fuck everybody.
By the time we arrived at the luxury suite, he’d wrapped his arms around me and consumed my lips. The lights weren’t even on. Only moonlight slipped through the curtains.
The door shut behind us. Our focus remained on our bodies and nothing else. Heat and hungry lust rushed between us. It was like neither one of us could get enough of the other.
Although we’d eaten, we were famished. Starving. Ravenous. His kiss was passion in the purest form. His hard, muscular body molded against mine as he devoured every inch of me, peeling away my clothes and undoing the ponytail in my hair.
I could feel his arousal, that thick cock pressing against my stomach. It called to me and lust responded deep within my core, flooding my sex with heat. His tongue tasted like wine. His scent surrounded me, making me drunk on him. His hands slipped all over me, everywhere, running up and down my back, cupping my ass, gliding over my breasts.
It made me crazy to fuck him.
Unhappy that we weren’t already naked, I grabbed that expensive shirt. He watched my fingers as they slowly undid the buttons. I almost groaned when I pulled back the fabric and explored his hard, bare chest with my fingers. Those lovely tattoos snaked up his neck and shoulder.
“You’ve got to be the sexiest man alive.” I undid the last button, yanking the shirt away from those huge arms. My heartbeat increased as his shirt fell to the floor. Being this close to Gio triggered a powerful sensation to rush through my veins.
I could get used to this. There’s nothing else I would want to do at night.
I ran my fingers over his broad chest and he groaned.
“These breasts...” Gio brought his hands to my shirt and cupped their fullness, sliding his thumbs across my nipples. “These breasts are mine to cherish. They’re mine to love. Mine to lick. Mine to suck.”
I stilled my hands on his chest. “All yours?”
“All mine.”
“Then...” I caressed each big pectoral muscle decorated in hot tatts. The man could cause accidents if he walked the crosswalk shirtless. “These muscles are mine to cherish. They’re mine to love. Mine to bite. Mine to suck.”
He groaned. “Is that the only thing you want to suck on me?”
“No.” I blushed. “That cock is mine to.”
“Yes, it is.” Gio leaned my way and possessed my mouth, dominating me with each kiss, claiming my whole body as his. All I could do was close my eyes and drown in those lips.
“And this pussy is mine.”
I felt the tug of the zipper on my jeans. He yanked at them and then slowly pulled them down. I kept my eyes closed as the soft whisper of fabric slipped against my skin. Cool air brushed my thighs. I shivered in anticipation, stepped out of them, and opened my eyes.
Somewhere along the way he took off his pants. Designer black boxer briefs gripped his huge package and muscular thighs.
“And this ass is mine,” he hissed and then touched the small space between my breasts. His voice was low and seductive, and I realized I’d give him anything he wanted. I’d do anything he needed. “Your heart is mine too. All mine. Every beautiful part of you. Every part that’s hidden that you’re scared to share. Scared to show. It’s all mine. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
His gaze was dark and full of lust. “Even if Ru had bought you that building, I would’ve been there every night.” Gio walked me backwards. “There’s no escape.”
I leaned against the wall. “I would never run away from you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“And will you beg for this cock, tonight?” He licked his lips. “You know how I love to hear you beg.”
I gave him a wicked smile. “Maybe, I should have you beg.”
A deep groan left those sexy lips. In a blur, he scooped me up into his arms.
I giggled. “I’m thinking that’s a no for your begging.”
Walking us down a long hallway, he landed a kiss on my lips. “I would beg, but not tonight.”
I fake pouted. “And why not?”
“Because my mouth is going to be busy licking that sweet pussy tonight. That was all I could think about during dinner.”
Heat rose between my thighs. I tried to hold in a moan, but it escaped.
“Oh, princess, it sounds like you love that idea.”
“I do.”
“What do you want?”
“Lick me. Taste me. Eat me until I come.”
“Slow licks all over your clit?” he whispered.
“Please.”
He opened the door to the bedroom and carried me to the bed. I lay on my back, gazing up at Gio.
How did I get so lucky?
I drank in the sharp angles of his cheek and nose, the full lips, the hair curling around those big shoulders. Gio climbed onto the bed, leaning down to kiss me, and sliding his hands over my silk panties. Unexpectedly, the panties were confining. All I could think of was having us both naked and his lips all over my pussy.
Gio must’ve felt the same way because instead of slipping my panties off, he ripped them, tearing them to pieces just like he’d done with my gown last night.
I couldn’t help but shake my head.
“You have a problem with that?” Gio caressed the inside of my thigh.
“No,” I moaned as his fingers inched closer to my sex.
His fingers traveled to my pussy. I arched forward, unable to control myself. “Please.”
“Damn you, princess.” He gripped his cock over the boxer briefs.
I arched my back as Gio stroked me softly, slowly, his fingertips moving over the tender skin of my inner thigh, lightly brushing higher, delivering a blazing fire all over me.
Trembling, I gripped the sheets. “Fuck, licking me. I want that cock.”
“That’s not fair. I want to lick.” Gio cupped my breasts with both hands and leaned down to kiss me. That huge frame hovered over me. I stirred under him. He took my lips and even though he’d kissed me so many times, each one felt like the first time.
Oh my God. This can’t be real.
“I want to taste that pussy. Can I?” Instead of letting me respond, he caught my answer with another love-spelled kiss. Like a wizard, his tongue twirled magic as it skillfully stroked mine.
“Jesus, Gio, you’re going to have me addicted.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close.
“Good. I’m already gone.”
He moved his hands to my bra, tugging it down, exposing my nipples. Those throbbing points came to his attention, pleading for his wet tongue. Answering the call, he slid down in the bed, kissing my neck, then my shoulders, and finally working his way to the soft mounds of my breasts. And oh, how he gave them loving attention, flicking his tongue in circles along the areolas, tenderly twisting the nipples from side to side in his fingers.
“Simone. Simone.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and groaned as he lapped at it. Each time his tongue touched my skin, more waves of arousal soared through me.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
His erection pressed against my thigh, teasing the fuck out of me. “Hmmm.”
My pussy was on fire, hungry for him. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him forward.
Shock hit his face, as he rolled onto his back. “What are you doing?”
I got up and straddled his hips, rising above him. “You said that cock was mine.”
He damn near growled. “It is.”
I reached behind me and undid my bra’s clasp. The bra fell to the bed.
“So, you’re going to take this cock from me?” He palmed my nipples and drove me crazy.
“I have to. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Damn you.” He moved his hands to my hips. “I always want to take my time with you, and all I can think of is burying myself deep inside of you.”
“I love the sound of that.” I freed his cock and he watched in fascination, probably not thinking I had this much desire in
me. But he’d incited this need, changed me from the first moment we kissed.
In no time, I spread my thighs wider and lowered onto his big cock, letting it spread me apart, feeling full off him. All I could do was close my eyes for a few seconds and exhale. Breathe the moment in.
He groaned. “Please.”
And the wildest, most primal part of me smiled. He was hungry for me like I was for him.
I moved up and down on his cock in a slow rhythm, and he squeezed the fullness of my ass, guiding my pussy over that long, thick length. In this position, and so slowly, every erogenous zone was loved in the most erotic way. My clit slipped up and down his muscular torso. My g-spot bumped against his thickness. If his hands weren’t full of my ass cheeks, then they were full of my breasts and playing with my nipples.
The bed rocked back and forth, giving us the tempo. Our breathing increased, rising in the air as we groaned together. Animalistic hunger took us both over. The few moments when I could focus, our eyes met, and raw passion blazed from his and set me further on fire. It was a wonder if I would be alive the next morning, or would I be this black crust of a woman after all the explosions he’d given me.
So, overcome with the electricity of the moment, the heat, the passion, I moaned, “I’m so close.”
And something changed between us. Nothing remained the same. Not even our fucking.
Gio grunted and took the lead. He planted his feet on the bed, flexing his hips upward sharply, meeting my body, and exerting his own rhythm. I felt like I was on a fucking rodeo. All I could do was hold on. I knew he was athletic, but had no idea. I went breathless, unable to match Gio’s pace.
I fell forward and moaned, and he didn’t stop, driving that cock deeper into me.
As soon as I’d caught my breath, he rolled me onto my back, possessing my body some more. He moved with power and speed, thrusting and stroking hard into me.
I lay at his beautiful mercy, ready to give him my pussy, my body, my heart.
His gaze never left my face. He thrust harder and deeper. Each stroke forced a shriek of pleasure. I had no control of my mouth or body. While I’d thought I had complete control minutes earlier, he’d showed me that I had tried to tame a lion. Sensations flooded every cell.
Still, he went deeper. Each thrust took me by surprise. Blame it on the size of his beautiful cock, blame it on the force, but he possessed me. Claimed me. There was no doubt in my mind that I was what he longed for and that he was going to take what he craved.
I gave him what he needed, rocking into his cock, taking from him as much as giving.
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out, arching my back. My body was fireworks, explosions, a bomb detonating into physical ecstasy. Every cell burst into lust. Ecstasy poured over me. I clutched his arms and wrapped my legs around his hips.
“I’m coming,” I cried out.
“Damn you,” he whispered, his body moving differently as if I’d just broken his control. “Oh fuck, princess.”
“Oh Gio.”
“Baby...”
His words drowned in my moans as I came. Gio joined me then, throwing his head back and slamming his cock into me.
We came hard together, both groaning loud and bucking into each other. He buried his head in my shoulder. His moans muffled against my body as he came inside of me.
Damn it. No condom again.
Another wave of pleasure rushed through me, shoving the thought out of my head.
After a good minute of trembling, we lay in each other’s arms, panting and trying to catch our breaths.
“I won’t ever get enough of you.” Gio rolled onto his back and moved his hand between our bodies, finding my hand and winding his fingers through mine. “I can’t even think around you. All I want to do is fuck you, make you sing, and then make you moan.”
“I like the sound of that.” I giggled.
An exasperated breath left him. His chest continued to rise and fall. “We also need to use a condom. I planned on slipping out right before I came, but that’s not even an option with your pussy. It’s too good. I don’t have any control.”
I closed my eyes and did my best to push my rising worry out of my head. “Yes. I was just thinking about the lack of a condom.”
“Yeah?” He pulled me into him so that my head lay on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat, wondering what was on his mind.
“I’m sorry for not using one,” he whispered.
“I think we both made that mistake.”
“Still, I should be more careful. I know you have plans. You have a future.”
“You too,” I whispered.
“No. My future is yours. A pregnancy wouldn’t get in my way. It would—”
“What?”
“I don’t want to scare you.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him. “Tell me.”
“I’ve always wanted to be a father. I just never really put any thought to when that would happen.”
Words failed to come to me. I had no response. Everything was already happening to fast.
“I’m just saying...” He paused as if trying to figure out a better statement. The weight of Gio’s arm lay heavy on my shoulder, making me feel safe and protected. “What I’m trying to say, princess, is that...in truth, a pregnancy wouldn’t be a bad thing for me. I would take care of everything.”
“Take care? What would be taking care of it for you?”
“The usual, princess.”
I looked up at him.
“You would need a ring, of course.”
“Oh,” I murmured in shock.
“What did you think I was going to say?”
“An abortion.”
He frowned. “No. I mean...that’s your decision, but I wouldn’t want it. In fact, let’s leave this topic alone. This is too heavy. I just want you to know, if something does happen from tonight, I’ve got you.”
“Okay.” I nestled drowsily against his body.
He cradled me, his legs entwined with mine. “But...I can see marriage between us.”
I had nothing to say, too scared that I would wake up and realize this all was a dream.
“I could see so much with you,” he whispered and ran his fingers through my sex-messed curls.
“I could see so much with you too, Gio.”
And then I drifted off to sleep, inhaling his scent and the fragrance of our sex.
Chapter 18
Giovanni
A painter
paints pictures on canvas.
But musicians
paint their pictures on silence.
~Leopold Stokowski
The next morning, I held Simone. Watched her wake up. Drowned in those beautiful eyes. I’d been up for a while, but didn’t want to leave the bed or her warmth. It was funny that way, how I’d suddenly become dependent on seeing those opened eyes staring back at me.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning, indeed.”
She kissed me and right before I dove my tongue to touch hers, she moved away.
“I’ll be right back.”
I growled in protest.
She tiptoed to the bathroom. “What?”
“I love being buried in your warmth. I planned on staying like that forever.”
“Oh, stop it.”
“You’ve abandoned me!”
She giggled. “I’ll be right back, crazy person.”
“I will never sing or love again.”
“No, don’t say that. The GioKnights will crucify me!”
“And yet, the course of true love never did run smooth.”
She peeked her head out. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, right?”
“Damn. You have a good ear. That’s right. Shakespeare.”
She wasn’t gone for long. When she returned, her breath smelled minty fresh. She leaped on the bed and dove back under the covers with me. “That’s my favorite play by Shakespeare.”
“Mine too.” I winked at her. “Y
ou see. We’re supposed to be together.
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
“That’s my second favorite quote from that play.”
She lay back next to me and leaned against my chest, letting me hold her. “The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.”
“Good one, but I never truly understood that line.”
“Theseus was saying that whether a lunatic, lover, or poet, it’s the imagination that will control his perception. So, if someone thinks they’re in love, regardless of whether it’s true or not, he will believe it and act accordingly.”
“So, you’re talented, beautiful, and fucking smart?”
“At least, that’s what your imagination is telling you.”
“I wonder. Have you made me the lunatic, lover, or poet?”
“Maybe, we’ve both become all three.”
“So, you’re saying I’m a lunatic?”
She tapped my chest and chuckled.
I gave her a wicked smile. “And now you’re laughing at me?”
“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking gorgeous, it’s hard to take you seriously.” She stretched. “When are we heading back?”
I thought about Ru taking her away from me yesterday. “No time soon.”
“Very funny.”
“I’m not ready to share you.” I shrugged, leaned over to the side, and grabbed the room’s phone. “But don’t worry, I’m working on that new characteristic of me.”
I’d never been the possessive type, but after Simone, things had changed inside of me.
I’m definitely the lunatic in love.
I touched the LED touch screen wall panel by the bed that connected guests to all the hotel services and amenities.
A woman’s voice filled the room. “Hello?”
I leaned back in the bed. “We would love breakfast.”
Simone looked up at the ceiling, probably searching for the speakers and microphone.
“And what would you like?” the woman asked.
I whispered to Simone. “What are you hungry for?”
She widened her eyes. “Anything.”
“Okay.” I grinned and raised my voice. “Bring us a little bit of everything.”
“O-kay, sir.”