Cut & Blow_Book Three

by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

  Every muscle I own tenses, my gonads feel like they have shrivelled up to my Adam's apple and I battle the urge to thrust, but I let her set the rhythm. Soft lips encase my erection, embalming me in a heat so sweet while she sucks and licks, taking me into her mouth, but not all the way. It’s as if she’s afraid to go further, to be rough and take what she wants from me.

  She looks me in the eye with my dick in her mouth. This is a moment that brands a man’s soul, it’s incredible looking down at her and seeing the woman I love staring back up; I’m high on this. I see her vulnerability.

  She wants to do this, she didn’t have to. The difference between her videos and this is the need in her eyes. I hold her face in my hands and take control of the movement, pushing her a little further, a little harder. The sensation is so perfect that I arch my neck, focusing on the intensity while breaking the eye contact. I can’t look at her or I will cum right fucking now. She’s so warm and soft, the liquid heat of her tongue is irresistible while I thrust to her throat, savoring the resistance butting against my tip.

  “Stop, Viv,” I say, holding her head still and pulling out.

  She wears a wicked smile when I look down at her, like she won the tiara at a pageant.

  “I want you,” she says. “All of you, inside me. Deep inside me.” She licks her plump lips and moves so she is sitting on the floor with her legs spread for me to see just how much she wants me. She's swollen and ready, and I can smell her lust. It’s the primal aphrodisiac tingling my veins. “I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, and hear you moan my name as you fuck me harder.” The dirty words spill out of her sinful mouth, and suddenly everything dissipates and there’s no more thinking, just feeling.

  Viv’s splayed out for me on a platter of white porcelain, like a three-dimensional masterpiece of everything I ever craved. I’ve been holding out for the one woman who can make me feel this way, and now I’m unsure of whether I should kiss her or get on my knees and rape her with my tongue. Not taking my eyes off her I open the vanity and take out a condom.

  Viv watches, biting her lip as I stand over her, sliding it on, making a show of how hard she has made me.

  “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” She squirms on the floor when I say it, trying to wiggle her way away from me, but with a deviant grin on her face.

  I get down on the cold, tiled floor, and force her legs open wider so that I can kneel between them. Rubbing her clit with my thumb I watch her arch from my touch, her hair spread out like a halo around her devilishly sexy face.

  Moving over her I slide my hand around her delicate throat. Feeling her arcing pulse only makes my cock harder. Leaning down so that our faces are a breath apart, I whisper to her, “Because if we do this, Viv, then you are my girl and I will never stop wanting this.” I move inside her slowly, a little at a time, making sure she feels me possessing her.

  She looks into my eyes and I know that she is mine, that I will never let someone else have her like I have her. She will be enough, probably too much for me, forever. There is no way I will let go of her now.

  “I am sure.” She gasps for air and melds into my body as I lose control; holding tighter, fucking harder, thrusting deeper, touching that spot that makes her want to crawl away from me and grind into me at the same time.

  I massage her boobs while deep inside her, flicking the nipple piercing, savoring the sensation of her clamping tightly onto my cock with every flick. It becomes instinct, every squeeze of her on my hard-on forces me into brutal thrusting, riding the high with her, pumping into her tender clit with her legs straining wider for deeper penetration.

  The smell of fruity perfume and desire, soap and bliss fill my nostrils, and I daren't close my eyes and miss a moment of her ecstasy. This is spiritual nirvana, fate, forging me to her in a way I needed. It’s powerful.

  When I pause before climax I look at her; she is a beautiful shade of rosy pink and her lips are parted, her heavy breaths causing her chest to rise and fall against mine. It’s everything together, I can’t resist another second, I drive deep as I can go, pressed hard against her clit and I cum, her pussy squeezing every ounce of my soul into her with the spasms of her orgasm.

  I keep my word, croaking, “Viv,” into her hair, wracked with shudders because I can’t stop the multiple spurts of the longest orgasm of my life.

  With my spent body draped over hers on the hard floor of my bathroom, she says, “You still haven’t answered my question.” Her voice is sultry and breathless.

  “I think I answered just fine, baby.” Her whole body wiggles beneath me when I call her that, and I make a mental note of it. “Don’t ask silly questions that are none of your business.”

  “It sort of is my business when the person opens my boyfriend’s door.”

  “Boyfriend, huh?”

  “I already told you I love you, and you just showed me exactly how you feel, so yeah, boyfriend.”

  Even her deep kiss can’t wipe the smile from my face.

  After another shower to wash the sex, and the shower sex off us, we eventually leave the bathroom hours later. Viv pulls on one of my t-shirts and I brush out her hair. I love the way it feels like silk between my fingers. Opening my bed for us, she climbs in and puts her head on my chest. Seeking comfort, I hold her close.

  “So how was your day?”

  “It was hard.”

  “Anything you what to tell me? I don’t know, maybe about your lunch date?”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah, shit. Your sister-in-law is not happy with me.”

  “I’m sorry.” There’s a knock on the open bedroom door and she jumps. Rat stands in my doorway with his hands in his pockets and a glazed, half-drunk look on his face.

  “Um, since you have screwed the sass out of her, can we talk about how she never saw me please?” She gasps, shocked at his crass words, but I know he’s drunk and a little afraid.

  “Viv, you really can’t tell anyone he is here. He’s helping me get the money to help you.” I embellish the truth a little. “Then he’ll be gone again. But, no one can know that he is, or was, here.” She looks from him to me, and then back to him.

  “Okay. But I swear to God, Rat, if I find out you watched or told a soul, I’ll tell my brother you’re here.”

  He smiles and shakes his head. “Viv, I don’t want to see that, trust me. And I can’t tell anyone because I’m not here.” He leaves us alone, closing the door.

  “You were serious about helping me.” She looks surprised, but relieved at the same time.

  “I’m very serious about you, Viv, and that means we need to get rid of this black cloud hanging over you.”

  “Do I want to know how? If he’s involved?”

  “No, just know that whatever it is I did it for you. Because there’s a good chance that it turns to shit and I’ll be in world of trouble.”

  “I’m not worth getting into trouble over, Romi,” she says, yawning and making herself comfortable, snuggling into me.

  If only you knew just how much you are worth, Viv.

  I kiss the top of her head and we fall asleep together in my bed. The reality is still hard to believe; there’s a girl asleep in my arms, in my bed, and I don’t want her to leave — ever.

  By the middle of the week I have the money she needs to pay him off. But something isn’t sitting right the whole day, something has just not felt right. I know she is at her father’s funeral today, I wanted to go with her, but she asked me not to.

  The salon is closed out of respect and I am at home, restless and unsure of what to do with myself. Tonight Viv, Rat, and I will take the money and end this nonsense. She will pay him and in return all the footage will be destroyed. Or, Rat has a backup plan that involves a handgun and a body-bag.

  Until then I am pacing up and down, wearing a pathway in the carpet of my living room. When I can’t stand it any longer I go to get lunch at Ed’s. I need to do something.

  While I wait for
lunch I text her.

  Are you okay? I miss you.

  I’m sad. I wish you were here to hug me and tell me that everything will be okay.

  Everything will be okay. And baby, I will wrap you in my arms and make it all feel better tonight.

  Promise?

  Promise.

  Eighteen

  Blue Black

  VIVIANA:

  Something is wrong.

  I have been trying to get away from my father’s wake for hours, but every time I get close to leaving someone stops me. Ailee, my aunt, a distant cousin, even the god damned priest has stopped me. I need to go, Romeo is waiting for me.

  Calvin has already texted me a few times and I keep stalling him. Romeo’s phone is off. I want to call Rat, but he isn’t here and I don’t have a number for him.

  I’m getting fidgety. Looking around I try to find my brother so I can say goodbye and leave. I’m no longer in the mood for idle chitchat and condolences. The room is filled with sad faces and tears, but most of all it isn’t filled with the people I want to be near; my sister, Romeo, and my brother. Isolated and alone, the sadness seeps deeper and I fight off more tears.

  Ailee is standing at the back door, texting on her phone.

  “Where is Rain, I really need to go.”

  “He had to go sort something out. We had an issue at the salon. He asked me to tell you to wait here for him.”

  “What happened at the salon?”

  “It’s not important. Just wait for your brother please, Viv. I can do without a family fight today.” She sounds annoyed and tired. “Please. I am already trying really hard to deal with all of this alone.” She points to the people milling around, eating and drinking.

  “Ailee, what is going on?” It’s bigger than this, there is a reason that everyone is trying to prevent me from leaving here.

  “Viv. Don’t.” She steps sideways to try to pass me and avoid the question.

  “No, Ailee. What the fuck is going on?”

  She grabs me by the top of my arms and pulls me outside, yanking me along to the end of the garden where we can’t be seen or heard. “Romeo has been stealing. He’s been writing up the nightly drop incorrectly and skimming off the top. Rain found out this morning.”

  Oh, the stupid, stupid man.

  Yanking my arm free from her death grip I’m panicking because he’s probably already dead, or nearly dead if my brother has anything to do with it. “Where are they?”

  “I don’t know,” she lies.

  “Tell me, Ailee. He stole that money for me! So fucking tell me! I will not let my brother kill him.” I start shouting now and she looks around to see who can see or hear us.

  “Rain said they would be at the office and that I should keep you here. He’s suspicious of you two but he doesn’t know anything for certain.”

  I’m already halfway back to the house before she can finish.

  “Viviana!” she screams after me, but I ignore her.

  I can’t get my legs to move fast enough as I jog back to the house. I grab my bag without another word and storm my way to the front door. I can hear whispers and people calling after me, but all I can think of is that I hope I am not too late. I dial my brother’s number, over and over; it just rings off. On my way to the front door my phone rings, and I answer without looking.

  “Rain, don’t. Please don’t,” I cry.

  “It’s not Rain, it’s me. I’m outside.” I open the door and look for him, he lifts a hand from behind my car and I hang up. I take the front steps two at a time and when I get to my car he says, “Keys.”

  I toss them to him and get in the passenger side. “Why did you let him do this? Are you crazy?” I start screaming at Rat. “I fucking love him and now he’s going to die! I cannot believe you! You idiot.”

  “Stop, I didn’t let him do anything! He came up with this scheme all on his own, princess. Fuck! Calm down.” He glares at me instead of the road. “Women make men do stupid shit! I killed my dad for a girl — remember that, well this is him killing his dad for you.”

  “Fuck you, Rat!” I sob, because I know my brother. He hasn’t got a merciful bone in his body.

  “You are going to have to tell your brother the whole fucking truth, and I mean everything. That’s if we aren’t already too late.”

  “Don’t say that. Drive faster.” My hands are shaking, because I know I’m going to have to confess a whole lot of ugly truths to my brother if I want to save Romeo. “Ailee said they’re at the office. Where are you going?”

  “Your brother doesn’t like to get blood on the hardwood floors, they’re at the dock warehouse, that’s how I know. Nico called me, he’s the only person who knows I’m here besides you two.”

  “Why are you here? Because it isn’t to help me, so save me the bullshit.”

  “I couldn’t leave. I needed to stay close so I could make sure she was okay.” The heaviness of what he says isn’t lost on me. “But, I have a feeling that my cover is about to be blown to shit.”

  “I’m sorry.” Suddenly overwhelmed with fear I cry, and it’s not because my dad just died that tears fall, but the tears of how disappointed he would be. For a moment I’m glad he’s not alive to see this.

  My phone rings and Calvin’s name appears on the screen. I just hit mute and stare out into the night sky. He keeps calling, nonstop. I see the red bubble for voicemail and I can only imagine the vile things he is saying.

  “For the love of God answer it or turn it off, Viv.” Rat snaps at me, his tension visible as we reach the security gates to the docks. “Hi,” he greets Nico, who is standing waiting for him.

  The guard opens the gates and Nico zoots into the back of my car. He smells of cigarettes and damp, like towels that haven’t dried in the humid coastal air.

  “Hi Viv,” he says shyly. I don’t answer him, I am looking for where they’ve taken Romeo. “They’re in warehouse four, at the back. There are three guys at the doors, but they’re not going to stop her from going in.” He parks my car in the shadows, down the side of the big building.

  These boys know the docks, every nook and cranny; they’ve been brought up here. This was their playground, school, and church for most of their lives.

  The two men walk behind me as I storm up to the small backdoor. There are men in dark suits on either side. As I approach one of them steps in front of me and holds up his hand.

  “Do not try me. My brother only has half the temper I have. Get out of my fucking way.”

  He steps aside while the other man opens the heavy metal door for me. Inside, the whole place is dark except for a light at the other end. The walls are lined with shipping crates and boxes, pallets and drums; everything to make it look like a legal shipping enterprise is all here.

  “Rain!” I scream into the cavernous dark. “Rain!” My shrieks get louder, echoing off the sheet-metal building. I hear a deep guttural moan, the sound of agony as it reverberates through the air. I retch and gag, sick to my stomach. “Rain. Stop!” I walk faster towards the only light and sound. My brother doesn’t acknowledge my presence. “Rainieri if you kill him I swear to God!” I threaten him, but I know he won’t stop. Another muffled scream and I feel my knees going weak. “Rain please.” I beg with the invisible. “He did it for me, stop please.” Rat catches me from behind and walks with me. As we get closer I shout louder. “Stop it!”

  The sounds are like razor blades to my heart. A fist hitting flesh and a garbled wail comes after. When I get past the stack of wooden crates I lock eyes with my brother. He is standing in front of Romeo, who is bound to a metal chair. His fists drip with blood and his forehead is wet with sweat; his breathing is labored.

  “Rain stop, please,” I say softly now, because even I am afraid of him. He looks past me, locking his gaze on Rat who steps out of the shadows and stands beside me.

  Oh, Jesus. I didn’t think this through.

  “Listen to her, Rain. Just for a minute.”

  “Coming f
rom you – a traitor? I don’t think so. He stole a lot of money from me. We don’t tolerate thieves. We make examples of them.” My brother’s voice roars.

  “Rain, he stole the money for me.” I step forward, because I need to see if Romeo is still breathing. His body is slumped forward on the chair and I can see blood spatters all around him. “I’m in trouble and he tried to help me. If you want to make an example of someone, Rain, it’s going to have to be me.”

  His hands fall open at his sides and I know he’s listening to me now. “Why didn’t you just ask me for money, Viv? You know I would give it to you.”

  “Not for this you wouldn’t.” I shake my head. “I needed the money to keep a secret from you.” I look over at Romeo, he isn’t moving. “Is he?” I ask, afraid to know the answer.

  My brother nods his head. “You better start talking, Viv, or he won’t stay that way. I am not joking.”

  “I made a mistake. I got involved in something I couldn’t get out of.”

  “What did you do, Viviana?”

  I stop walking, not wanting to be near him when I say the words out loud. “I was making porn, nothing big. Just simple internet porn on a few no name websites. When the guy found out who I was he wouldn’t let me out, he wanted money or he was going to tell you. When I refused to film anymore, because, well because I fell in love with …”

  “Porn!” he rages towards Romeo.

  “Not with him!” I step between them. “Fuck, let me finish, Rain.” His nostrils flare and his dark eyes seem black. “Romeo had nothing to do with it, he found out by mistake. He took the money to pay off the guy who makes the films. He was protecting me.”

  “Fucking porn, Viv! You know the internet is forever right, that shit will never go away. Your kids will be able to find it one day.”