Hot Set

by Ivy Blake

  We kissed slowly at first and then I could feel my cock moving again, my body burning up, throbbing with desire. I pulled my mouth away from her with a rough growl and she gasped as I ran my tongue down her chin, down her neck. My hands rose up to her dress…that beautiful fucking dress!

  I slipped the slim sleeves off her shoulders and they slid down her slender arms and slowly, under the covers, the dress dragged down her body. Her hands were on me too, rolling up my t-shirt. I could feel her warm fingers on my chest, feeling the abs on my torso, my stomach.

  Her breasts were revealed as the dress slid further down; she wasn’t wearing a bra. I groaned as she pressed herself to me, her breasts squeezing against my chest.

  “What are you doing to me?” I growled and flung the covers off us. I had to see her. I needed to see her gorgeous body.

  I sat up in bed in the dark with the covers thrown off. Isabella remained laying on the bed. Her dress was pulled down to her ankles and she flipped them off now. She was completely naked, in nothing but her thin useless panties. She was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, with her big juicy breasts and her narrow waist and her endlessly long smooth legs.

  “What are you waiting for, Leo?” she murmured and I couldn’t answer that question.

  Chapter 6

  Isabella

  Leo was staring at me like he had never seen a woman’s body before, like he was really seeing me for the first time, and I felt beautiful. I had taken his t-shirt off and I could see his muscular chiseled torso again and felt wetness spreading in my panties.

  Without another word, he reached for me, cupping my left breast with one hand and squeezing it so that I could feel the pressure right down to the core of me. He teased my nipple with his thumb and I arched my hips up towards him. My lips were parted with desire, my mind had gone numb…all I could think about was Leo inside me.

  He lifted himself up, unbuckling his belt before he started pulling his jeans down. He wasn’t wearing underwear—I didn’t think he was the type to—and his big throbbing cock was revealed to me for the first time. I could feel my mouth salivating at the sight. I had imagined his cock all through the day, I’d fantasized about having him inside me, but now that I could see it, see just how big he was, I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

  “Leo…please, take me,” I murmured with a quivering voice. I just needed to be filled, that was all I wanted. I parted my legs as he lowered himself down over me. His lips met mine again and his hand traveled down to the spot between my legs, which I had presented to him.

  His fingers found the protruding bulb of my clit and through the thin fabric of my panties, he stroked me while we kissed. I moaned in his mouth, moving my body, arching my hips further up towards him. His fingers did the work, stroking and teasing my clit. I knew he could feel the sticky wetness of my pussy on his fingers. He knew just how desperate I was to have him inside me.

  When he pulled his mouth away and straightened himself, my gaze traveled down to his cock again. It was fully erect now, raging and ready for my pussy, and he grabbed it in his right hand and stroked it roughly.

  I rolled my panties down, swinging them off the edge of the bed quickly so that now, finally, he could see every naked inch of my body.

  My pussy was throbbing and wet, my clit swollen from his tease. I parted my legs wide; I didn’t want to waste one more second.

  I watched Leo’s face as he clenched his jaw tightly. I could see that he was still at war with himself. His boss’ daughter was lying naked in front of him and he had lost all self-control. With a growl, he pounced on me.

  He grabbed my knees, pushing them way up close to my chin. My pussy was parted and exposed to him and he lowered himself down. I threw my head back on the pillow, pressing my eyes closed, waiting for that moment when his cock would enter me.

  I felt the tip of his cock graze the folds of my swollen pussy, and inch by inch, he parted the folds, sliding inside me slowly. I moaned and Leo groaned, too. He sunk himself into me and I sighed with relief to finally have him there, to feel his cock filling me up.

  He kept his hands pressed down my knees and like that, we started rocking together. His cock pumped into me, slowly in and out at first, before he quickened his pace. Leo grunted roughly with every push, pushing himself deeper in and out of me. The friction of his cock against my folds was too much to bear. His cock was big and thick and with every passing second, I felt myself falling over and over the edge.

  I came faster than I had ever before—my body shook and the bed shook along with us. Leo grunted and I opened my eyes to see him coming, too. I could feel the burst of his release inside me, his seed shooting deep into my body. My orgasm was manic, washing over my body and mind and for those moments, I didn’t remember who I was or where I was. All that mattered was that cock plunging in and out of me like a machine.

  When my orgasm started to subside, I reached for him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Leo had finished too and he collapsed on the bed beside me, dragging me along with him.

  Now that it was over, I wasn’t sure what he wanted…if he was the kind of man who would push me away. I waited, hopeful, while he recovered his breath. Then he turned to me, his dark eyes glowing. He threw an arm around me, pulling me close to him so I could rest my head on his chest.

  “You should get some sleep, Isabella, it’s very late,” was all he said. He didn’t have to say anything more, those words were enough. His arm around me was enough and our bodies pressed together made me feel safe.

  I could feel myself drifting off. It had been a long day and so much had happened. Most importantly, I had found a man who was holding me as I slept and that was what had been missing from my life. I didn’t know what the next morning was going to bring and whether Leo was going to change his mind in the light of the day, but for now…I was happy to be in his arms and hopeful for tomorrow.

  Chapter 7

  Leo

  It was noon by the time I forced my eyes open. I wasn’t usually a late riser, but I had slept like a baby the previous night. I woke up to find Isabella in my arms, sleeping with her head on my chest, and the first emotion I felt was panic.

  Memories of the previous night flooded my brain and I couldn’t help but think about what the consequences of this were going to be. Marco would have me shot. Hell, he would do worse than that. He would probably torture me first. I had betrayed his trust and slept with his daughter. It didn’t matter how I felt about her. In his eyes, I didn’t deserve her.

  Then she moved, blinking her eyes open, staring up at me with her beautiful angelic face.

  “Good morning, Leo,” she said huskily and when she smiled, I couldn’t help but kiss her again. My mind went blank, just like it had the night before, and all I could think about was how content she made me. My teenage fantasy of having Isabella Aducci in my arms was coming true and I wanted to make the most of it. How much worse could it get than this?

  While we kissed, my hands traveled down her body. She was warm from being under the covers and the more I touched her, the more my cock grew. I had her the night before, but I wanted her again.

  Isabella looked up at me, moving in bed as my hands slid down her breasts, her flat stomach and down to that secret spot between her legs. My cock throbbed with desire.

  “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” I grunted and she smiled. She was pleased with that statement.

  I threw the covers off us again and slid down. I wanted to make her feel good, as good as it had felt for me to come inside her last night. She rolled her hips in anticipation, parting her legs for me again and this time, I wedged myself between them.

  I brought my head down to her pussy, hovering over her juicy wet folds as she moaned and quivered on the bed.

  I reached for both her breasts, cupping and squeezing them slowly. I stuck my tongue out and grazed her swollen clit. Isabella gasped, raising herself up, but I pushed her down.

  “Try and stay still,” I said to h
er and she collapsed back on the bed, sinking her head into the pillow and closing her eyes.

  She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and I wanted her to know it. I wanted her to feel like a princess, and I was going to treat her as one.

  With my hands slowly kneading her big juicy breasts, I used my tongue to part the folds of her pussy. She cried out again, a moaning deep cry, and I plunged my tongue in. Isabella rolled her hips, panting hard while I licked her pussy.

  I nibbled on her clit and sucked on her folds, sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy from time to time. She couldn’t hold still, and I smiled with the way her body was reacting to my moves. I could taste the sweet juices dribbling out of her. I licked and sucked and slowly rocked her into another orgasm.

  Isabella was moaning loudly as my hands traveled down from her breasts and now I used them to hold her thighs down. My tongue didn’t stop, and I kept plunging into her, teasing her swollen clit, bringing her to the edge till she had no choice but to jump.

  “Oh my God, Leo! I’m coming!” she squealed and I picked up speed, my tongue sliding in and out of her pussy, my lips rubbing against the mound of her clit. I could feel her juices trickling out, her body shaking. Her moaning voice filled the room as she came, hard. She was gripping the sheets in her hands, her body rocked and rose and fell and her eyes rolled in her head.

  I didn’t stop licking her until her breathing finally started to subside. She released one harsh long breath and I slid my tongue out of her pussy and straightened myself up.

  Her breasts rose and fell heavily as she lay there on the bed, looking up at me with a shocked expression. It was like she couldn’t believe that she had an orgasm like that.

  “Leo…no man has ever made my body do that,” she declared. Her voice was still husky and deep. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned at her.

  “It’s a pleasure to be of service to you,” I said and she jumped up and flung her arms around my neck. She hugged me tightly and we sat up in bed like that for a few moments in each other’s arms.

  We might have stayed like that for longer, but my cellphone rang in the pocket of my jeans. I reached for it on the floor and saw that it was Marco calling.

  I slipped out of bed; somehow it felt strange to be naked with Isabella while talking to her father.

  “Bring her to me,” was the first thing that Marco said. I gulped and ran a hand through my hair.

  “Sure, boss. At the house?” I asked.

  “Yes. Is she okay?” he growled into the phone and I looked over at her. She was lying back down on the bed again; she hadn’t bothered to cover up her beautiful naked body.

  “She’s fine, she’s sleeping. I’ll wake her up and bring her over,” I told him.

  I heard the click of the phone call ending and I started pulling my jeans up. Isabella knew what was happening. The expression on her face had changed from happiness to frustration.

  “He wants me back, doesn’t he?” she asked and I slid my t-shirt over my head.

  “Yes, it’s time to go back to the real world,” I said.

  ***

  When we arrived back at the mansion, Marco was furious. Matteo and Francis were standing around in the study, listening to him shouting on the phone when we walked in.

  “Papa, were you hurt?” Isabella rushed towards him and instead of taking her into his arms, Marco glared at me with bloodshot eyes.

  “It was that motherfucker, Gino Cavallini!” he growled, banging the receiver down. Isabella flinched away from him, surprised at his reaction.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked, stepping forward to his desk.

  “Yes, I’m fucking sure! That bastard had the balls to raid my daughter’s homecoming party! He had an order to execute!” Marco kept shouting. I caught Isabella glancing at me with worried eyes.

  “What is happening, Papa? What does this mean?” she asked and Marco sat down with a thump on his leather chair.

  “I’m going to kill that swine. I’m going to have his head!” Marco yelled.

  “Gino Cavallini? You mean the son of Andrei Cavallini? The man who murdered Mama?” Isabella gasped and her hands flew up to her mouth. Marco looked at her with his wide bloodshot eyes, like he was noticing her in the room for the first time.

  “Yeah and then I executed him, that fucking pussy,” Marco breathed harshly as he spoke.

  “Okay, we need to check our sources first. We need to make sure that it was the Cavallini family that launched this attack before we plan our own one,” I said and Marco jumped up from his chair again.

  “Do you not hear me, boy? I know it was him! It was that mewling Gino, out to take revenge for his father’s death. After all these years, he still hasn’t let it go!” Marco raged.

  “But his father killed Mama first, didn’t he? Why does Gino Cavallini want revenge? His father killed Mama and you had his father killed as vengeance,” Isabella spoke softly and Marco flung a pen stand to the wall beside him.

  “Exactly. He’s a fucking lunatic, that’s what he is!” he growled.

  “Papa, please calm down. We need to think about this. Leo is right, maybe it wasn’t him,” Isabella tried to pacify him and he turned on her, with fire flaming from his eyes.

  “What do you know about any of this? You’ve been back here for one day, and you talk like you know everything about this city! You know nothing! You’re just a girl!” Marco continued to rage and I could see Isabella cowering away from him on the verge of tears. I clenched my fists, trying to control my frustration. It made me mad to see Marco talking to her like that, but what right did I have? She was his daughter.

  “Fine, I’ll go. Since you don’t need me here. Since you don’t care about my wellbeing or my opinion,” Isabella hissed, lifting her chin up in the air.

  “Go up to your room and stay there till you’re called for,” Marco said, in a deep guttural growl.

  Isabella scoffed and then turned from him, marching out of the study. She was still in that navy silk dress from the party and she still looked beautiful in it, no matter how messy her hair was or how smudged the makeup was on her face. I tried to keep my eyes off her and on Marco, hoping that he wouldn’t suspect anything was going on between us.

  “Rally our allies,” Marco said gruffly after Isabella had left the room.

  I stepped up towards him.

  “Boss, we can’t start another war, not right now. We barely have any allies left because of the bloodshed we’ve caused in the past decade.” I tried to speak firmly, logically but Marco wasn’t willing to listen to me.

  “I said, rally our allies. We have to plan our retaliation. I want that Gino bastard dead!” Marco growled, picking up the phone again.

  “Boss, we won’t come out alive if we start another war. We have nobody on our side. We’ll have to leave Naples,” I tried again before he started dialing.

  Marco glared at me, his face shaking slightly as he gritted his teeth.

  “Leave Naples?” he growled.

  “Or make peace. We could end all this now if you made peace with the Cavallini family,” I suggested and Marco banged the phone down. He stood up from his chair, and I could sense Matteo and Francis stepping closer to me. Marco was glaring at me, enraged, like a mad king.

  “Listen to me, boy. You are my soldier and you will do as you are told. I didn’t ask you for an opinion. I didn’t ask you to think. I’m ordering you to do. Go and make the calls. Rally our allies and prepare them for a counter attack on the Cavallinis. You hear?” Marco spoke in a deep controlled voice through gritted teeth.

  Matteo and Francis were standing very close to me now, and I could sense that they were waiting for a signal from the boss to pounce on me.

  “Yes, boss,” I said and I turned from him and walked to the door of the study.

  “And Leo,” Marco stopped me in my tracks and I looked over my shoulder.

  “The next time you question my orders, you will not be walking out of t
he room alive, you hear?” I heard him say.

  “Yes, boss,” I replied and stepped out of the study.

  I could still hear Marco growling from inside the room as I made my way out of the house. I kept my hands firmly shoved into the pockets of my jacket. I had been given an impossible task. I already knew what was going to happen when I called our contacts at the other families.

  Outside in the driveway, I looked up at the room which I knew Isabella was staying in. She was at the window, looking at me.

  I got in the car and drove away. Now was not the time to think about what was going to happen between us. In all likelihood, she was over it already.

  ***

  Things unfolded the way I had predicted them to. None of our previous allies were sympathetic to our cause. None of them wanted to take part in the bloodshed.

  I spent the rest of the day in my apartment, making calls to families we previously had a peaceful relationship with, but it was obvious that over time, they had all become estranged from us.

  Out of the six calls I had already made to mafia families in and around Naples, all of them were reluctant to give me their word that they were going to be on our side when the time came.

  My final call was to Claudio from the Giovani family. He had been connected with the family for several years, a little older than me and we used to drink together when times were more peaceful. I hadn’t seen him in over a year, but he was my last hope.

  When I called him first, he didn’t answer and I tried again.

  “Leo Moretti! How are you, brother?” I could hear the forced cheerfulness in his voice even through the phone.

  “Claudio, I’m well. How are you?” I asked and he chuckled.

  “You know, trudging along. My missus had the baby, a little girl, we’ve named her Emily. Too cute, I say,” Claudio was speaking in a casual voice but I knew that he knew just as well as I did what was coming next.