by Cathryn Fox
“You have the prettiest pussy,” I say, brushing her sex gently, but when my fingers come back soaking wet, my control snaps. Forgetting chivalry, I drive my finger into her slick warmth and stroke so fucking deep her pussy clenches. I shove another finger in, even though I want my mouth there. As I tease and torment the hot bundle of nerves inside her tight body, my muscles ripple as she closes around me, squeezes the hell out of my fingers. Christ, she’s still so fucking snug I’m never going to last.
Her breathing grows shallow, and she moves, shifting on the mattress, and while this is a new side to her, I want her still, helpless beneath me. I want her at my mercy. My heart crashes harder, and I withdraw my fingers to flip her over. She squeals in surprise, and with thoughts that are anything but pure, I squeeze her ass, massaging her cheeks before I spread her wide. I want to smack her ass, bite it, leave it red and stinging by the time I’m done with her.
Instead, I shove a pillow under her hips and resist my darker urges as her pussy opens wide. Desperate for a taste, I lean in and lick her. That first sweet touch of my tongue to her heat sets off a chain of events inside my body, and if I don’t fuck her soon I’m going to explode. Starting at her clit, I drag my tongue to her tight opening. Teetering on the edge, I shove my tongue inside and fuck her with it. Hard blunt strokes turn a whimper into a soft cry that lets me know how close she is. Her cunt tightens and sucks my tongue in and the storm raging inside me reaches a catastrophic level.
“Stay still,” I bite out, unable to stop myself. “Or I’ll tie you down.”
She goes still, and I curse under my breath. Fuck, I scared her. I lick her again, bring her attention back to her sweet pussy and the need building inside her. Focusing on her pleasure, I lick, taste, and plunge inside. Fuck, I want to spend the night between her legs, want to eat her, feast on her until morning, but my balls are aching like a son of a bitch.
With her breasts crushed against the bed, I give another lick, her sounds of pleasure pushing me over the edge. She moans, and I thrust a finger harder, deeper…a little rougher.
Her ass rises, straining toward me. The position is a dangerous one and frays the last of my control. I slide my hand down until I reach her back passage. I insert my pinky, and for a second she freezes in what I can only assume is trepidation. I wait it out, wait for her to scurry away. When she doesn’t, I move it a little and suck her clit between my teeth. She whimpers and lust roars through me.
Easy, Gio. One finger doesn’t mean she wants the same things you do.
Her ass is so tight. I can tell she’s never had anal before. Fuck, that thrills me. I want to be the guy to introduce her. I let her get used to the feel, then shove my other hand between her body and the pillow and crush her clit with the base of my palm. A broken gasp crawls out of her throat.
“Come for me, Liv,” I whisper from between her legs, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, she lets go. Her body clenches once, twice, three times, and I stay put, lapping her sweet honey, not wanting to miss a single drop. So sweet. So fucking sweet.
When I have her clean, I go back on my heels to see her. She turns, and half-closed eyes meet mine. The euphoric look on her face makes me impossibly harder. I’m about to crawl back up her body and drive my cock home, when she sits up, pulls my shorts to my thighs, and takes my cock into her mouth.
“Jesus, fuck,” I growl, and grab a fistful of her hair, wrapping it around my hand three times.
She fills her mouth, tasting, exploring with her tongue, far more curious than she ever used to be. The veins in my shaft thicken, my crown swelling as my balls draw up. If I don’t do something soon, I’m going to shoot my load into her questing mouth. I tug on her hair, needing her to back off, even though I would give my left nut to watch her swallow my cum.
Instead of stopping, she shifts and licks the underside of my balls. Holy fuck. Who is this Olivia? While one part of me loves it, wants to see how far I can push her, there is another side of me that fights down the rising jealousy. Christ, I didn’t expect her to stay celibate after me, but the vision of her with another guy shatters me completely. Truthfully, I want her to be with a good man, one who will take care of her and make her happy, but it kills me to think of someone other than me or Luca touching her. My cock jumps in her mouth.
“Enough,” I say and once again she stiffens at the control in my voice, and I lecture myself. This is Liv. I soften my tone. “On your back.”
I nudge her shoulder, and she falls back onto the bed, her hair splaying. Her arms go over her head, and I look at her wrists, wanting to tie them to the headboard. I slide up her body. My cock nestles between her legs.
As much as I hate to move, I say, “I need to get a condom.”
She holds me to her. “No, like this.”
“You sure Liv?”
“I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean, too.”
“I know,” she says, and brushes my hair from my face in such a loving manner, my heart pinches. Is it possible she still loves me, even after I walked out on her? Christ knows I’ve never stopped loving her. She’s half of my soul. But does that mean she’d accept all sides of me? Would taking full control of her frighten her or excite her?
Luca’s words race through my mind. “Maybe she’d be into all this.”
Her hands snake around my neck and pull my mouth to hers as my cock presses against her hot center. She is going to feel so fucking good.
“You want my cock in you?” I ask
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” I say, pushing her a little. “Tell me how much you want to be fucked.”
Her eyes narrow, like she’s trying to grab a memory or piece something together. “I…”
“Tell me, Olivia,” I demand, as I rub the tip of my cock over her clit.
Her eyes roll. “Oooh, yes.” I pull my dick away, and her body tightens. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
Her hips lift, and her mouth opens and closes, like she’s trying to say something but can’t. For a brief moment I wonder if she’s holding back on me. Maybe she is into all this. Then again, maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“You want my cock in that sweet pussy?” I ask, keeping the dirty talk as tame as I can.
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Tell me.”
“I…I want your cock inside me.”
My hips jerk forward, and I enter her. As her muscles squeeze, I gather a breath, working not to thrust hard, drive my cock all the way inside her. Feeling edgy, a little out of control, I give her another inch and press my mouth to hers. Rough with demand, I shove my tongue inside and twist my fingers in her hair. Her skin is burning hot as I crush my chest to hers. Hard nipples scrape my flesh, and I move against her as I claim her body, take possession of her.
Once I’m seated inside, her sex squeezing so nicely, I tap her legs. “Put them around my back.” She obliges and her hot cunt takes me in deeper. “Fuck that’s good.” So good I know I’m not going to last long. I pull out and slam home, and my body buzzes with need, wanting to crawl inside her and stay there forever. I power into her, and she meets and welcomes each thrust. We fall into a familiar rhythm, like we hadn’t been apart for two long years.
My cock is so fucking hard and she is so goddamn hot and wet, it’s all I can do to hang on. I press a kiss to her throat and pull out, only to sink back into her wet heat. Her body trembles, and she grows slicker with each stroke. I slam my pelvis against her clit, and she opens her mouth, but no sound comes. I do it again, knowing exactly what she needs. This time, she cries out my name as she comes around my cock.
“Gio,” she says as her pussy clenches my shaft, and derails my ability to think…to breathe.
Her body milks my cock, driving me toward an explosion. Pressure builds and comes to a peak, and I throw my head back, savoring the moment. Blood pulsing hot, I come high inside her, and her
thighs squeeze my sides. I collapse on top of her, and her hand slides around my body, stroking gently. Fuck, I don’t even have my shorts all the way off, and I stuck my finger in her ass. Jesus Christ, what were you thinking, dude?
A moment passes, and I inch back to see her. Tenderness rushes over me, and I feel a flash of possession as I look into her sated eyes. Jesus Christ, what the hell was I thinking? After tasting her again, there is no fucking way I’ll have the strength to walk away a second time.
But how can I keep her here and keep the darker side of me hidden?
How can I not?
Chapter Six
Olivia
“So this is where the magic happens,” I say as I step into Gio’s office, just off the lobby in the main castle. I look at his desk and all the papers strewn about. He always was a bit messy, but this is complete chaos. He definitely needs someone to help organize him. I walk behind the desk and start stacking the files, putting them in order.
He follows me and presses his chest to my back. His warm breath caresses the shell of my ear when he says, “It’s not the only place.”
His voice, and the reminder of the magic in the bedroom last night, teases the hungry spot between my legs. You’d think I’d be sated after consummating our marriage, but no, it left me craving him again…craving more.
Someone clears their throat at the door, and my head jerks up to see Mr. Hottie, or rather, Luca, standing there, his dimples prominent as he grins at us. Visions of him and his lover come racing back and a quiver races down my spine. Then I suddenly remember exactly who Luca is—Gio’s best friend. Of course, that’s why he was at the wedding ceremony. Gio used to talk about him all the time. I hadn’t put two-and-two together until just now.
Feet crossed at the ankles, he’s leaning against the doorframe, looking relaxed and sexy as hell. “Am I interrupting?”
“Yeah, you fucking are,” Gio says, and Luca just laughs.
Bad boy written all over him, Luca pushes off the doorframe, his eyes locked on mine as he moves toward me, a slow swagger as seductive as the man himself. He gives off such a sensual vibe that my body starts humming. I’ve never quite reacted this way to a stranger before. It could be because I feel like I know him after listening to Gio’s childhood stories—not to mention seeing him with his lover.
“So this is Olivia, the girl I’ve heard so much about?”
“You heard about me?” I ask, and watch him exchange a look with Gio. Something passes between them, something warm and familiar, something that makes being in their combined presence exciting…titillating.
“Of course. Nothing gets by me,” Luca says and takes my hand in his. Oh my God, the man has a smile of an angel, but fucks like the devil himself. I should know. I watched him.
“I’ve actually heard a lot about you, too,” I say, working to keep my voice steady. “Gio told me childhood stories.”
He exchanges another look with Gio then says, “I’m the head vintner around here now.”
“Oh, the wine guy. I guess I should get to know you better, then.” I tease, feeling an instant camaraderie with him.
His grin widens. “I think so. I’m sure Gio does, too, considering we’ve been friends since childhood and there’s not much about him that I don’t know,” he says.
Does Gio know his best friend has a male lover?
As his hands swallow mine, I feel a distinct connection, not to mention a flutter of nerves in my belly, probably because he’s Gio’s best friend and in some ways reminds me a lot of him. Both are well built, athletic, and have a commanding presence.
He presses warm lips to my hand and drags me closer. Heat sizzles through me as I become intensely aware of him. The pull is strange, considering I’m in love with Gio and have been for years.
“Bella,” he says in Italian, even though he speaks perfect English with no accent. Since I’ve picked up a bit of Italian with Gio, I know he’s saying I’m beautiful.
“Grazie,” I say in return, then take in his lighter skin coloring. “I heard you were born in the states. Gio mentioned it once,” I say, curious about him.
“Grew up in Oklahoma until I was five,” he says, his voice a low, tortuous caress that slides through me and takes me by surprise. “I helped Gio perfect his English, and he helped me with my Italian.”
“I’m from Arkansas. We were practically neighbors.”
He dips his head. “Another Bible Belt baby.”
I nod, and scrunch my nose “Yeah, my father is a minister.”
He grimaces. “That must have been hell.”
“That’s one way to put it,” I say, remembering all the lectures, the proper behavior I was to display at all times. God, it’s no wonder I’m so screwed up when it comes to sex. I steal a glance at Gio, who is perched on the end of his desk watching us carefully, a new intensity about him that I’ve not seen before. I focus again on Luca, and he seems to have the same force field around him. It fans out from his body, sizzles in the air, and my nerves jump as it hits me like an electrical charge. Whoa, what the heck?
“So you’re a preacher’s daughter,” Luca begins, and I wonder if Gio senses the strange pull between his best friend and me. “They usually turn out one of two ways.” He pauses and steps closer, invading my personal space. “Good girl, or rebellious. Which one are you?” he asks openly.
Luca is clearly a no-holds-barred kind of guy, and I like that about him. Hell, I wish I could be more like that, wish I could just open my mouth and say what I’m thinking.
“I guess I must be rebellious,” I say. “I did just marry Gio, and no one back home knows it. Dad would kill me if he ever found out what I was doing. Mom would likely have a heart attack, and my brother Sean, well, he’d be on the next plane, for sure.”
“Rebellious is good,” he says, his voice a deep, sizzling whisper, and my stomach flutters again. “And what they don’t know won’t hurt them,” he adds, and I get the distinct impression this bad boy is talking about sex—dirty, salacious, hold-me-down-hard sex—all the things I can’t seem to vocalize. “This place is pretty important to Gio,” he says, shifting the conversation smoothly. “And the favor you’re doing for him…well, let me just say it’s damn good of you to help out like this.”
It surprises me that he knows about the ruse. But then again, he’s just told me he knew everything about Gio.
“It’s not like I’m not getting anything out of it,” I say, trying to be casual, even though I would have done it without any tit for tat. Gio needed my help, and despite our past, I’d always be there for him. “Gio is going to make a call to his uncle, and I’ll be able to pad my resume helping here.”
He smiles at me then turns to Gio. “Can I see you for a minute,” he says, his eyes darkening as he looks at his best friend. “There is something important we need to talk about.”
Gio nods and then pushes off the desk. He brushes his knuckles along mine. The contact sends heat charging through me. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here organizing your things,” I say and reach for the files to occupy my hands before I drag him to me and demand he take me on his desk.
He gives me a wink, but I notice there is a different edge to him when he’s around Luca. It’s subtle, and most people likely wouldn’t pick up on it, but most don’t know Gio the way I do. I study them for a minute. The two are close—I can feel their affection for one another—but Gio’s body is a little tighter, his voice a little deeper. Does he know what Luca wants to talk about? Could it be bad news about the winery?
“We always did make a good team,” Gio says before he disappears around the corner with Luca.
My heart misses a beat because he’s right. We were—are—a great team. So why then, did he up and leave me all those years ago?
Pushing that from my mind, I spin around and glance out the big window, taking in the rows and rows of grapes, the staff and a few elderly guests milling about in the distance. I scan the hill, and somethin
g niggles in the back of my mind as I search for the man with the blue hat. I can only imagine what kind of man he must be to control and possess a powerful, confident, sexy guy like Luca. My cheeks flame, and a little thrill moves through me when I recall their naked display of passion. I briefly close my eyes, and my breath crashes wildly in my ears as I replay it.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours.”
Oh God… As those sexy, dirty words ping around inside my brain, I press my hands to the window and work to breathe past the lust. My nipples tighten, my skin burns hot, and deep between my legs, my sex clenches. I close my eyes for another moment as the scene loops through my thoughts, playing over and over again. The room grows warmer, a noise crawls out of my throat, and it’s all I can do not to slide my hands into my shorts and touch myself.
I hear a noise at the door, and I suck in a breath to get my head on right before I turn.
“Don’t move,” Gio says. Excitement surges through me at the command in his tone. I sip air and stand perfectly still, waiting for another order. I want to cry when it doesn’t come, but the click of the lock as he sets it reverberates through me and fills me with hope. I shudder, so ready to surrender myself to him completely. If only he’d demand it of me. His scent curls around me as he comes closer, each step like a delicious tap to my clit.
My palms are still braced on the window as he closes his big hands over mine and splays my fingers. His erection presses against my ass, and I’m blindsided by lust as his burning mouth presses hungrily against my shoulder. Sharp teeth scrape roughly, and I want to moan in bliss. I have no idea what happened in the hall with Luca, or what words were spoken, but as I steal a glance over my shoulder at him and take in his dark features, I understand I’m looking at a changed man, a hard warrior—a predator—two hundred pounds of raw power that is about to claim me.
I suddenly can’t breathe.
“So, what’s this about you being rebellious?” he asks, his warm breath feathering over my flesh and arousing me to the point of delirium. Desperation burns through me, my need for him to take me touching places so deep it physically pains me.