by Bethany-Kris
“Say it again,” Giovanni demanded huskily. “Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me.”
The rough textured wall scratched her back and shoulders as Giovanni pressed her harder against it. The innocent touching from earlier had nothing on this. His intent was deliberate and clear in his eyes. His hands were already working a path to their destination and Kim’s body and mind gave in.
Overwhelmed couldn’t adequately describe the way Kim felt. It was as if all the places on her body were suddenly a direct wire to her pussy and clit. Every inch of her responded to his hands and fingers moving over her skin like sweet caresses even though they were barely doing anything at all. With lust raging, desire swirling, and her blood thick with need, she thought she was going to go downright insane if he didn’t give her more.
Something akin to a choked gasp worked its way out of her tightening throat when his fingers slid deeper below the line of her panties.
“Are you wet for me, bella mia?”
Yes. The panties she wore were surely ruined from her juices. Her thighs were shaking and her jeans did little to offer her anything for the ache in her clit. Kim could only nod as she didn’t trust her voice to work, let alone her lungs to breathe.
“Feel that … soaked,” Giovanni said. Two of his digits slid along her fleshy folds, spreading her arousal over his fingers and her slit. The immediate shocks of pleasure from having contact made to her sex was astounding. Almost like an orgasm was just beyond reach. “Do you want me to make you fly right here with all these people watching us?”
“They’re not—”
“Some probably are and they’re the kind of people who get off on watching others,” he murmured as two digits stroked inside her clenching channel. “You’re far too focused on what I’m doing to notice.”
Kim wouldn’t deny it. Giovanni’s fingers started to stroke her inner walls, her fluids dampening her panties even more with every thrust. She canted her hips into his hand to have more of him. The feeling of his fingers fucking her did wicked things to her body. With his hand straining against the tightness of her jeans, Giovanni kept a slow, tortuous rhythm moving his fingers in and out of her sex. His palm laid flat to her clit, finally giving the swelled nub enough friction to relieve some of the tender ache.
Kim whimpered behind gritted teeth. Cries were trying to tear their way out from her throat, but she forced the urge down. Giovanni leaned into her, removing the hand from her shirt to place it to the wall beside her head, keeping Kim hidden from the view of others.
“Dio, you feel so fucking good, Kim. Hot and tight.”
Each word was punctuated by another thrust of his hand. Giovanni’s murmurs in her ear washed over her senses like a tidal wave. Just the sound alone had her pussy clamping down around his fingers with the rush of an orgasm she hadn’t realized was coming until it was there.
As she came, Kim buried her face into the crook of Giovanni’s neck to muffle what noise she couldn’t hold back. Once the aftershocks of her climax subsided, he withdrew his hands from her jeans and tugged her tank top down low enough to cover the undone button. Then, he fixed the jacket back over her shoulders without saying a single word.
So sweet it was almost painful, Giovanni nuzzled her cheek with his and it soothed Kim’s suddenly sensitive skin. Every tender brush of his cheek to hers had Kim moving forward, closer to his warmth and embrace. His hand laid open to her lower back and held her still for a moment.
“Do you want me to get you back to your dorm?” Giovanni asked.
Kim’s reply was instant and sure. “Not yet.”
“We could leave it at this, Kim. Be done with it, if that’s what you want to do.”
For some reason, she seriously doubted it would be that easy.
“Let’s have one more night, Gio.”
A heavy exhale tumbled from his full lips, blowing against her cheek. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“You ever fucked while rolling with Molly?”
Kim shook her head, still reeling. Her body was singing and flying high, as were her racing thoughts and thundering heart. “No.”
“Fair warning, then. This was nothing. You’re going to feel like you’re drowning, but in a really good way.”
Chapter Eight
All the spots where nimble fingers were roaming on his skin turned into a hardwire straight down to Gio’s cock. Kim had let him push her into the backseat of the rental car he parked a block away from Pulse. He couldn’t stop feeling and exploring her with his hands and mouth while they undressed one another.
When Kim climbed over the seat to straddle Gio, all the air in his chest vacated. One of her hands moved between their bodies to stroke his cock while her other laid flat on his stomach for support. Lost in the feeling of her vise-tight grip around his shaft, he continued his exploration of her curves, lapping and nipping on the pulse point at her throat.
What he wanted more was to kiss her, so he did. Dominating with strikes of his tongue to hers, he took in her flavor and essence. Her lips felt like the silkiest, plush velvet on his. She already tasted like sex and woman. Bitter and sweet. There was a saltiness to her skin and a heat to her mouth. Gio couldn’t decide which one he liked more.
Their rediscovering through caressing and kissing left Gio feeling hotter than he had been in the three months since he had her last. The pinkish flush running over her body and the tremble in her bottom lip that he kissed away was almost like a balm to his memories. She was exactly the same as before. So perfect. Bellisima above him. God, how he loved it.
Every quiet sound escaping from her lips reverberated through his body, one after the other. Soft whines as he skimmed his hands down her spine. Low whimpers while his teeth bit into her neck and shoulder. Breathless moans when his fingers dug into the globes of her ass to hold her above him.
The sounds weren’t just noise for him, they were like music. The very damn best. That was the kind of effect Molly had on Gio. It was probably why he couldn’t quite take a break from the bitch for too long. Addictive didn’t even come close the experience he had with the drug. One more touch wasn’t enough. Kisses needed to be harder. Putting off the comedown was difficult.
Being with Kim was nothing like it had ever been before. Strangely, while it was still overwhelmingly good to Gio, it almost felt like he wasn’t even high at all. Well, at least not on the Molly. He knew what that was supposed to feel like and the effects it should have had on him. Sure, they were there but dulled.
His mind and body, which usually craved and relished in sex when he was fucked up, was entirely focused on Kim. It was the way she felt on him, in his hands, her taste on his tongue and his name in her mouth. With Molly crawling through his system, he should have been fixated on only the feelings he was experiencing and how intense they were from the drug itself, not the woman in his lap. Instead, he was thoroughly caught up in how being with Kim made him feel and how anything and everything she did was so amazing.
It was as disconcerting as it was completely fucking glorious.
Gio had been chasing this feeling his whole life. It was what he tried to seek out with every substance he smoked and popped and all the drinks he tossed back. The sweet burn rolling in his gut that affected his mind just as much as his cock was what had led him to far too many hung-over mornings and forgotten nights. What Kim was doing to him just by being with him and touching him … this was what he wanted, even if it would kill him.
“Where are you?” Kim asked, her darkened blue gaze lidded heavy with her high. “Lost in your head?”
“No. Here with you,” Gio said, knowing it was so true. “Right fucking here with you, Tesoro.”
Kim smiled, her lips a rosier red and plump from his kissing. “Condom?”
“Yeah, in my jeans.”
Kim released his cock to find the jeans. As she turned to grab the clothing hanging off the passenger seat headrest, Gio took the chance to admire the swell of he
r ass. He couldn’t help himself but run his hands over her backside. Kim shivered at the unexpected touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” Gio said, willing away the thickness in his voice to leave. “It’s crazy how good you look … especially naked.”
She tossed him a look over her shoulder, demure and sexy. “You’ve told me that before.”
“So, I’m telling you again. Beautiful creatures should always be admired, Kim.”
An expression Gio couldn’t decipher flickered across her pretty features before disappearing just as fast. Kim turned around again long enough to search for the foil packet. With her busy, it gave him the chance to rearrange himself so his back was to the door, one leg stretched across the seat, and the other was resting on the car floor.
It wasn’t like the vehicle was spacious, but the four-door sedan was big enough to have a little fun in the backseat so long as everything was kept simple. Gio wasn’t going for any parlor tricks with Kim. He just wanted to fuck her. Preferably soon if the throbbing in his cock was any indication.
Gio was so preoccupied with merely staring at Kim that he didn’t realize she was watching him, too. “God, you look at me like …”
“Like what?”
Kim cleared her throat, some of the haziness blinking away in her gaze. “I don’t even know.”
Gio did. Kim was the water and he was the man dying of thirst. It wasn’t so hard to figure out. “Did you find it?”
Kim waved a foil packet between them as she straddled his thighs once more. She wasted no time tearing the package open and rolling the condom down his length. Gio groaned at the sensations her fingertips created in his groin and the sparks of pleasure that curled around his cock as she fitted him with the latex. Just seeing her put the condom on him was enough to turn him harder than fucking steel.
As her teasing fingers danced back up his length, Gio squeezed his eyes shut and let loose another sound that felt almost raw. How could something so simple feel so goddamn good? Kim’s hands rested on his upper thighs at the same time he heard her shift in the seat, moving down his legs.
Instantly, Gio’s eyes were popping open. “Kim—”
Wet heat surrounded the head of his dick, taking away his thoughts and voice. Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by the tightening of his muscles and throat as air hissed out between his suddenly clenching teeth. Kim’s talented tongue swirled around the top of his dick before she took him further into her mouth.
Gio was totally lost. The gentle hum building in her chest vibrated at the bottom of his shaft in the best way. Her tongue flicked teasingly at the pulsing vein on the underside of his dick as she sucked hard, her fingers coming to wrap around the base. Kim’s other hand stayed placed to his thigh, her nails scoring into his flesh enough to keep his attention entirely on her.
Kim sucked him off in an unhurried fashion, taking her time to let him feel all of her mouth. His head fell back to the window, his breaths coming in heavy pants. Gio couldn’t bring forth a memory of another woman who looked quite so good blowing him with wide eyes regarding him through thick lashes.
It was ridiculous how sexy she was with his cock in her mouth, never mind how it actually felt to him. If he let her continue, Gio wasn’t going to last.
“Cazzo Dio… Kim, you gotta—” Those red lips of hers released his cock with a pop. “I can’t do that right now, Tesoro. You’re killing me here.”
Kim stared up from his cock with a raised brow. “Do what?”
“That,” Gio muttered, waving at her. “Watch you suck me off like that. I have no control with you. Come here.”
Pushing away from the car door, Gio grabbed Kim around the waist with one arm and pulled her into him. In the same motion, he leaned both their bodies over until Kim’s back was to the seat and Gio loomed over her. Kim’s creamy thighs parted for him to fit between her legs. Down her chest he went, kissing along the swells of her breasts and the toned contour of her stomach. He stopped to circle her naval piercing with his tongue, tasting the metal of the curved barbell.
Gio pushed her legs further apart the lower he went. Letting his hands roam along the insides of her thighs, he stopped just short of her pussy. Already, her juices were wetting up her sex. The musky scent of her arousal reached Gio the moment he lapped at her pubic bone. Under his weight and mouth, she twisted on the seat, her thighs tightening to his sides.
“Holy hell,” Kim breathed. “It’s like I’m right there already. I get it … the drowning, yeah. I get that now.”
A dark chuckle echoed from Gio before he lowered a little more to nip at her inner thigh. He placed a kiss on the same spot, close to her wet sex, soothing away the sting his bite may have caused. “Oh, I know. But, it gets way more intense.”
Gio used his thumbs to spread the fleshy lips of her sex, letting one of them slide into her damp core to feel just how wet she was for him. While her fingers tangled into his hair, she sighed the softest mewl. Her slick, tight channel hugged his thumb as he pulled the digit from her pussy, smearing her fluids up around her clit.
Kim jerked hard to the seat the moment his thumb contacted her bundle of nerves. Just to see her do it again, he circled her clit a little slower the second time. “Oh.”
“Mmhmm,” Gio hummed low, enjoying the reaction he’d gotten from her. “More?”
Kim didn’t answer, but her hands were moving again. Touching any part of him she could reach; grabbing at his arms and then tugging to pull him upward. He cupped her face in his hold, catching her moan with his lips. He didn’t give a fuck about the taste of latex in her mouth, just that her tongue struck hard against his in a way that made him crave her even more. Covering her body with his, Gio ground his erection along the seam of her sex. Kim’s nails dug deliciously into his shoulders and her heels found his lower back.
It wasn’t that Gio didn’t like having her hands on his body because he sure as hell did. It only added to the euphoric waves rushing from his veins to flood his cock. Unfortunately, it was still having that same effect on him like her mouth did. Making his control waver and crack beneath her want.
“Trust me, yeah?” Gio asked.
Kim nodded, her hair spilling down over the seat while she canted her hips into his cock again. “Yes, Gio. Always.”
Gio snagged the first piece of clothing his hand came in contact with on the floor. It just happened to be Kim’s blue panties trimmed with white lace. Perfect for what he needed. Kim’s brow furrowed in her confusion as Gio twisted the fabric over and over in the middle until only two small loops remained. Using one hand, he locked her wrists in his palm before moving them behind her head.
“What are you doing?” Kim asked, a sexy grin curving her lips upwards.
Instead of answering her, Gio reached up and hit the locking mechanism on the door down. Then, he used his free hand to wrap the twisted part of the panties around the door handle before confining Kim’s wrists into the small loops. Regardless of how hard she pulled on the makeshift restraints, the door wouldn’t unlock.
Childproof locks had more than one benefit.
Immediately, Kim attempted to yank her hands from the improvised cuffs. The action caused her lower body to rub against his cock. “Giovanni!”
“Trust me, Tesoro,” he repeated. “I want you to only feel with me tonight. This helps with that.”
Kim sank back into the leather of the seat, still keeping tension to the panties as she tugged more. Gio took the time to go back to rediscovering the expanse of her body with his fingers and mouth while she was completely under his mercy. All of his attention zoned in on Kim; the noises she made when his tongue stuck out to lick her flesh and the twitches and jumps of her muscles when he found a particularly sensitive spot with his hands.
Slowly, Gio teased her body. He never gave Kim exactly what she wanted, but he always came close enough to let her know he was more than aware of her desire. Time didn’t much matter to Gio. Seconds and minutes passed by unnoticed for
him. There was a particular peak he wanted Kim to reach from the substance still flowing through her bloodstream just by having been touched by him alone—nothing more.
It didn’t take her long to get there.
Gasping breaths resounded from Kim every time Gio’s lips landed on her skin. She moved her body upwards to his mouth. Her back arched off the seat, arms pulling the restraints holding her secure until her wrists turned pink from the pressure.
“Christ, Gio … please.”
“Hmm, what?”
Kim responded with something unintelligible, making Gio smirk. She was so incredibly gorgeous with her hair mussed, lips bitten red from her own teeth, and sweat slicking up her skin. Despite how much Gio enjoyed teasing her like he was, he couldn’t stand to wait any longer. Looming over her form again, he caught Kim’s opened mouth in a punishingly forceful kiss as he positioned his cock at her entrance with his hand and pushed in.
Wet, silken heat enveloped him immediately. The pleasure of entering her without warning and hearing her broken cry of surprise bloomed outward from his groin. It shot straight into his gut, spilling waves of lust and bliss into his veins. All the muscles of her inner walls clamped down around the intrusion of his shaft, locking him into her depths.
Oh, yes … Kim had most definitely hit the peak Gio wanted her to. With the one stroke of his cock, Kim’s head tipped back, her lips turned lax as she whispered his name, and the slickness of her arousal gushed around his shaft, soaking his balls. She came shaking and stunned with the first orgasm.
Gio tried to give Kim a moment to catch her bearings, but he couldn’t. Buried to the hilt inside her, his own body was demanding he move, craving the pleasure licking at his senses. His thrusts weren’t slow, but they weren’t hurried, either. There was no need to rush. The oversensitive nerve endings below his skin were already snapping like live wires. Gio hooked her one leg tight around his hip, letting his cock reach even deeper inside her pussy.
Reaching up to weave his fingers with hers, Gio used his other hand to stimulate her swollen clit under his thumb. Kim shuddered, crying out his name as the walls of her sex squeezed snug to his cock like another orgasm was fast building inside her body.