by Naomi West
Dare’s eyes narrow but his gaze darkens and I’m suddenly confident that he’s not going to stop me. I drag my hands down the side of my body and let one trail in between my legs. I let my fingers linger over top of my crotch and even through my jeans, a little spark of electricity jumps to my clit.
His mouth comes open to say something, but before he can, I quickly duck under the table and crawl over to him. I gently spread his knees apart and kneel between his legs.
“Alessia,” he growls.
In another situation, I might try and drag out the foreplay a little bit, but I can feel him one step away from making me get out from under the table. I quickly unzip his slacks and deftly pull out his enormous cock, straining and hard for me. His hips shift involuntarily on his seat, pushing subtly toward me, and I know I’ve won. He’s going to let me do this.
I’ve never done this before. With him or anyone. But over the last week, I’ve realized I’m not a sexually shy person, at least when it comes to Dare. To me, there couldn’t be a more perfect specimen in the whole of humanity. The head of his cock is wide and smooth and the shaft is too thick for one hand to encircle; hard veins protrude, showing his urgent desire for me.
In videos I’ve seen, sometimes women go slowly, licking up the side and teasing and I desperately want to do those things to him but I also want to destroy him right now.
I swirl my tongue around the head as I swallow as much of him as I can all at once. I use both of my hands to work his shaft as my head bobs up and down on him. His salty pre-come mixes with my spit and lubes his cock under my hands and it doesn’t take long for me to find a rhythm. I’ve heard girls talk about their gag reflexes before, but mine doesn’t really seem to be a problem as I swallow him down further and further.
“Holy fucking God,” I hear Dare whisper as his hips come up off the chair for a second. He starts thrusting up and down just a little. Fucking into my mouth a tiny bit. It delights me. I moan on his cock and suck him in even further.
“Alessia,” he hisses and I wish I could see his face right now, but I wouldn’t change positions for anything in the world. I feel his hand come to the back of my hair. Tangling there. He gently holds my head in place as he thrusts his cock another inch into me.
My panties are completely soaked. I can feel my juices on my legs. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on in my entire life.
Suddenly, he grips my hair and tries to pull me off of him but I push forward, sucking even harder and squeezing with my fists.
“I’m gonna come, gorgeous,” he whispers and the fact that he had to say that out loud in a public library has me creaming even harder. I want him to come. In my mouth. Suddenly, I want nothing more than to taste him on my tongue.
I bear down on him and swirl my tongue like a tornado, sucking and swallowing. And once he realizes that I’m not stopping, his hand doesn’t pull my head away, but rather he pushes me forward, down onto his cock. I moan again, swallowing and swallowing around his swollen cock as he shoots inside me, releasing his pleasure in hot, steady spurts.
I give a satisfied grin as I swallow everything he gives me. He quivers while I lick him clean and tuck him neatly back into his pants.
“Come here,” he growls and drags me out from under the table. He arranges me on his lap and unbuttons my pants. Plunging his hand inside my panties, he immediately penetrates my wet, ready pussy. He strums across my clit like a mad man and as hot as I am for him, it only takes seconds for me to detonate in his arms, his lips slanted across mine, swallowing every sound of pleasure I make.
He zips me back up and swings my legs around into a more socially acceptable version of lap-sitting, if anyone were to stumble upon us. Leaning his forehead on mine he looks into my eyes.
“Jesus Christ, Aphrodite,” he murmurs “what the hell are you doing to me?”
“I take it you enjoyed that?” I ask dryly, nipping at his lips.
“Enjoyed it?” he scoffs. “You ruined me. I’ll never be the same after that. I’ll never be able to look at a book without getting hard. Or a desk.”
I grin, impossibly satisfied with myself. “Now can I please get some studying done without further distraction?”
He nips at my neck and stands me up, spanking me as I walk back over to my side of the desk. But when I sit down, he reaches under the table and lifts my feet so that they lay over his lap. Like he can’t stand to not touch me. Even after we’ve both just been so thoroughly satisfied.
He scrolls through his phone and wraps one hand around my ankle. I sigh contentedly as I open my book and dive into studying.
Chapter Seventeen
Alessia
3 weeks later
Somewhere my phone won’t stop playing the funeral march and it drags me out of sleep. I roll over and shade my eyes from the late afternoon sun that slants in between the living room curtains. I’m tangled up in Dare. His legs are over mine and my head rests on his shoulder, our fingers lacing at my waist.
We must have fallen asleep after we had sex. I had a rare free Saturday afternoon and we spent it by pretending to watch a movie while Dare fucked me into the couch.
“Mmmmm,” he groans at the annoying ringtone of my phone as I search the couch cushions.
My stomach is already in knots because only one person has that funeral march ringtone. My father. Without opening his eyes, Dare reaches under himself and shoves the phone into my hands, burrowing his face into the pillow.
My stomach drops even further as I realize that he’s Facetiming me. Not a good time to video chat with your dad when you’re butt ass naked wrapped in the arms of your equally naked bodyguard. Plus, I’m pretty sure I have beard burn just about everywhere. I reject the call and quickly call back on a regular audio line.
“Hi, Dad,” I say when he answers and Dare goes stiff next to me. He sits up, rubbing his eyes.
“I wanted to Facetime,” my father says. Most people think his deep voice is menacing. It is the last sound countless people have heard before they were murdered. But to me, it’s just annoying. It’s the sound I hear before more restrictions are put on my life.
“It’s not a good time to video chat,” I say and Dare lets out a mirthless, soundless grunt beside me. “I just got out of the shower.”
My father makes a sound and I can tell he doesn’t believe me. Luckily, he’s used to me pulling away from him for no particular reason. I’ve been doing it since I was about twelve years old.
“How’s school?” he asks. As if he cares at all.
“Fine.”
“And your arrangement with Guinne? How’s that going?”
“Fine.” My heart skips a beat but I keep the anxiety out of my voice.
“Oh? I expected you to be as upset about it as you were when you left for school. Has something changed?”
“No, Dad. I’ve just accepted it, okay?”
“So, he’s treating you well?”
“Yes. He’s treating me well.” My breath catches as Dare looks me in the eye. Something crosses his expression but I can’t quite tell what it is.
Dad is silent for a moment and I start to get uncomfortable.
“Have you heard from your brothers lately?”
I’m surprised because he never talks about Dante and Fabi to me. Not since they cut him out of their lives.
“Yes,” I say hesitatingly
“How often?” he asks.
“I talk to them all the time, Dad.” Which is true. One or the other calls me every few days wanting to check in with me, especially since this whole threat of the Greco’s has been hanging over my head.
My father sighs and I can tell he’s losing patience with dancing around whatever he really wants to ask me. “Are they in the game, Alessia?”
“What?” I ask, totally stunned. “Are you honestly asking me if they’re thugging again?”
My dad sighs again and I know that if I could see him he’d be studying his fingernails, a completely neutral express
ion on his face. “There are signs that there’s another big fish out there. Making moves. Pulling strings. And it’s not me. And I’m almost positive it’s not Greco. I thought it might be Dante.”
“You’re grasping at straws, Dad.” A protective instinct for my brother flares up inside me. He doesn’t know anything about Dante. “I know it’s always been your dream that your oldest son would become a murderous gangster just like you, but he’s never going to stoop that low.”
“You watch your goddamn mouth, little girl,” he barks through the phone and my heart races. I never speak to my father that way and he never yells at me. He never has to. I always bow to him.
Usually, it’s not hard for me at all to fall into my role as a dumb, docile daughter who does anything that her daddy tells her to but something has changed and I can’t quite put my finger on it. I don’t want to be a pawn in my dad’s game. I don’t want him to pump me for information on my brothers. I don’t want him to treat me like I’m dumb. For the first time in my life I want respect more than I want him to leave me alone.
I feel Dare’s arm tighten around my waist and I realize the catalyst for those feelings. It’s my relationship with Dare. He makes me want to be myself. He makes me want to show my strength. It might be silly, but it makes me want to act like an ancient, powerful goddess who doesn’t have to take shit from dickhead mortals like my father.
I sit up. “No. You watch your goddamn mouth, Dad.” Dare stares at me like I’ve lost my holy mind and maybe I have. “You can’t do what you did to Dante and then expect me to feed you information on him. You shot him in the fucking leg. Your own son. And don’t give me this shit about it being an accident. Just because the person you meant to shoot was his fiancé, which isn’t any better. Just because you’re willing to murder people doesn’t make you God, you son of a bitch. You don’t get to have the power to decide who lives and who dies. I don’t care if you miss your sons. I don’t care if your empire goes to shit after you die because your children hate you too much to take it over. I don’t care about whatever slimy, backroom deal you have going on out on the docks. Whatever fucked up arms deal or drug deal you think will make richer. I don’t care.”
I start to lose my momentum a little bit but there are a few things I have to say still.
“And for the record, I’m not dumb. I’m smart as hell. There is no Italian Heritage Scholarship. I got into U of M on my own merits. And then I took out loans to pay for college. Just like I will to go to law school where I’m going to become someone who can help put away criminals like you.”
I press ‘End’ on the call and set my phone down on the coffee table, my hand trembling.
Dare brushes my hair out of my face and takes me by the chin. His eyes swallow me whole and my breath comes out choppy. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Dare raises his eyebrows. “Me neither.”
“You made me do that,” I say and his eyebrows draw together, confused. “I mean you gave me the courage to do that. Being with you gave me the courage.”
Suddenly, I’m swamped with feeling for him. The adrenaline of yelling at my father courses through my veins and Dare is there in front me naked and hot and laid out like a buffet.
I clamp my mouth to his and shove my tongue inside. He meets the kiss ferociously and our teeth click as I push him onto his back, rearing up over him. That last time we made love it was a slow, lazy pushing into each other that grew passionate and fast at the end. But that’s not the pace I want right now.
Right now, I want ferocious. Vicious bite and speed and suck. I break the kiss and sit up, rubbing my pussy on his hard cock. I swivel my hips up and catch the head of his cock in my slit. I didn’t even know I knew how to do that, but in my passion my body is taking over. Bringing us both where we so desperately need to be.
Dare’s hands dig into my hips and his eyes are dark with unbridled lust, but his voice is gentle. “Alessia, baby. Slow down. It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. Oh, FUCK.”
He grinds his teeth together and throws his head back as I push down on his cock and take him all the way inside in one fluid motion. His hands grip me so tight I’m sure they’ll leave a mark. And I love it.
I throw my head back and lift up on him before slamming back down.
“Hold on, gorgeous,” he growls out between his clenched teeth. “Condom. We need a condom.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I say and I grind down on him, wiggling my hips once he’s bottomed out inside me. Taking him even deeper. I lift and take him again. There’s no finesse in my movements, only passion. Our skin slaps together as I pick up the pace. Dare’s hips start to lift into me and soon he’s fucking me from the bottom as hard as I’m fucking him from the top. I throw my head back and my hair rains down my back, tickling my ass. One of my hands grips the back of the couch for balance and the other traces up my side.
I find myself touching my own breasts and it makes me even wetter. Dare’s hand instantly joins mine over my breast and he closes my fingers over my nipple. I moan and feel my wetness everywhere between us.
“Fuck,” he growls again and I look down to see his eyes glued to the place where we’re joined. His bare cock pulling out and pushing into my wet little pussy over and over. The sight overcomes me and suddenly, with no warning at all, my body pulls tight and explodes. I swirls off into the atmosphere as I stop breathing, stop living for a moment. I can’t feel my fingertips or toes. All I can feel is the place where I’m joined to Dare, where his hand has dropped to play with my clit through my orgasm, prolonging it.
The feeling subsides and I almost want to collapse on his chest, but my adrenaline is still pumping and I won’t let myself. My tissues are so sensitive that I can already feel myself racing toward my next orgasm as I ride Dare. My eyes slam closed as I chase the feeling. Block out the world except for the feeling of Dare inside me. That’s all I need. All I’ll ever need.
But my eyes fling open as Dare grabs me around the waist and, keeping us connected, rolls so that he’s on top. He takes my mouth in a kiss so passionate and tender I almost want to break it. I can’t handle tender right now. But the kiss is offset when he draws one of my legs up around his waist and I feel the sharp crack of his palm against my ass.
I pause, only for a second, when I realize he’s just spanked me. Hard. And the feeling was almost as good as an orgasm. I feel the reverberations of the spank all the way up to nipples and in my clit, which is throbbing with the need to come again. He rubs his hand over the spot where he spanked me, soothing it. He drags his cock almost all the way out of me.
And then slaps my ass again before thrusting all the way back inside. He starts to work up a rhythm. Spanking and thrusting and soothing. My wetness and our sweat makes us slide against one another as we clutch and grind together. I bury my face in his shoulder and he’s groaning on every thrust into me. He’s not usually quite so vocal. I wonder if it’s because he’s not wearing a condom. The thought of him completely bare inside me has my body pulling tight as I tip my pelvis up to him and take everything he’s giving me.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, submerging me and dragging me miles from where I started. I’m vaguely aware of my teeth biting into the curve of his neck at his shoulder, but everything else melts away as I scream Dare’s name over and over again.
My body is completely wrung out as the orgasm recedes, all I have strength left to do is receive as Dare pounds into me. My body, completely relaxed and open from the strength of my orgasms allows him to go deeper than he’s ever been before and his grunts are mixed with my name as he thrusts and grinds himself into my pussy like he’s trying to become one person with me.
“Fuck!” he growls again and abruptly pulls out, pressing his throbbing cock into my stomach and gripping me so close our bodies press against it as he gives one more grind against me. His body goes completely tense against me and I feel his hot seed spill all over my belly.
It slides in between us as
he sags over top of me. Both of us covered in each other’s arousal and wetness. A few seconds pass where his full weight is on top of me, but before I can squirm, he’s suddenly lifting me and carrying me like a baby into the master bathroom.
He sits on the edge of the tub, keeping me in his lap while he reaches over and fiddles with the knobs. We stay quiet as the tub fills with hot, bubbly water. He draws circles over my back and I trace one finger through his come on my stomach.
Experimentally, I raise one of my fingers to mouth and lick the come off of it. “Alessia,” he growls, menacingly. “Enough. You need to rest now. And if you do that again, I’m going to fuck you. Again.”
I grin up at him, about to tell him that that is exactly what I want when my eyes drop to a large purple bruise on his shoulder, decorated with two perfect lines of teeth marks.