Chapter 12
My hips rocked forwardon their own, encasing me further in hot wet heat. A shiver of pleasure rushed through me, making my toes curl. I snapped my hips forward, still half asleep. A grunt hit my ears, and I pushed past the fatigue, opening my eyes.
I turned my head and rested my cheek on Giancarlo’s back. He was so warm. Our fingers were still interlocked, and I couldn’t find it in me to remove my hand. I’d been scared he’d leave, and I’d wake up alone again with him gone for who knew how long.
My cock was buried deep inside Giancarlo’s warm ass. Everything that transpired the night before came rushing to me. I leaned back with every intention of pulling out of him, only for my need to win out. I plunged back in.
A groan rolled off my tongue as I lost myself to pleasure. Every bell in my head went off, but they were nothing but background sounds as I slowly fucked Giancarlo. He grunted in his sleep, but his body took me willingly as if it was starving for my cock.
“Fu-fuck.” Giancarlo turned his head, blinking as he looked at me.
My body had a mind of its own as I snapped forward, moaning at how good it felt. More, I wanted more.
“Kid, ah, fuck.” Giancarlo’s eyes screwed shut. He pushed back, meeting my hurried thrusts.
Relief flooded me all at once. I fully gave in to the lust that Giancarlo seemed to draw out of me. I plunged in deeper and harder, chasing after the electricity that sparked up and down my arms as I fucked Giancarlo.
“I’m not paying for this,” Giancarlo moaned.
I didn’t even care. I was too far gone as pleasure demanded I sink deeper into him. The wet sound of his cum filled ass sucking my cock in dragged me closer and closer to the brink of climax as I picked up speed and fucked Giancarlo harder.
“You feel so good,” I moaned.
“Fuck, that’s it. Use me.” Giancarlo squeezed around my cock. “Ash, fuck, there. Right there.”
A fever settled under my skin. Giancarlo”s words and groans only cheered me on more. Ecstasy rose to new heights. I fell forward, one arm around Giancarlo’s waist as I wrapped my hand around his engorged length. My other hand grabbed his shoulder as I snapped my hips forward harder. My blunt nails dragged down his chest, and Giancarlo’s cock jumped in my hand before hot cum dripped over my fingers.
I was too engrossed in ecstasy to say or do anything as Giancarlo’s ass tightened around me to the point I couldn’t move. I swore and forced myself deeper, raking nails down his body as I filled his hole with more cum. Spots danced in my vision as pleasure ripped me to shreds.
Giancarlo plopped down, and my cock slipped free of his hole with an audible wet squelch. My cum dribbled out and slid down his taint, rolling over his balls. I was stuck there, watching. My cock twitched. The desire to go again burned under the surface.
I want to stuff him full of my cum. I fell back on my ass as my stomach burned with desire.
“What are you doing back there?” Giancarlo asked.
I licked my lips and reached for his ass. My hand met air as Giancarlo stood. He was so tall as he stretched his arms above his head. He was fucking handsome; I still couldn’t believe I got to have sex with him. Even if the situation wasn’t ideal to most, it was far more than I’d been given in my life. Giancarlo afforded me a chance to buy myself back.
His words from the night before slapped me in the face, and my libido took a backseat to my anger.
“What the hell, Giancarlo?”
He lifted a brow. “You know most people are happy post-nut.”
“Where do you get off taxing me so much last night? We agreed on fifteen percent for teaching.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I don’t see the issue.”
The insane bastard couldn’t be serious, right? There was a huge issue with how he swindled me out of money. I would be here until I was a grandpa.
I crossed my arms and glared at him. “And this morning?”
“Hey, you did that all on your own.”
True.“It’s your fault.”
Giancarlo scratched at his crotch, a frown on his face as he picked at the dry cum on his body. “How do you figure?”
“You made me keep my dick in your tight ass. Of course, waking up like that, I’m going to be hard.”
“So you’re blaming me for your lack of control?”
“Yes… No… Yes.”
Giancarlo shook his head and turned away from me, heading toward the steps. I ran after him, determined to make him at least pay me something for the morning. He rubbed at his stomach with each step.
“I’m not going to complain about waking up to cock, but we didn’t establish anything beforehand. Maybe— Ugh, fuck.” Giancarlo bent over and clutched his stomach at the top of the stairs.
I raced up the rest of the way and went to his side. “What’s wrong?”
Giancarlo opened his mouth but said nothing as he scrambled for his bedroom door. He ran to his bathroom and crashed to the ground with the toilet bowl in his arms as he vomited.
Goosebumps broke out over my arms and legs. I swallowed back the bile that threatened to come up. Giancarlo heaved, and I covered my mouth. I didn’t know I had issues with other people puking until now.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just peachy. I’m catching up with my best friend, the goddamn toilet.” Giancarlo’s back arched as he threw up more. “Fuck, kid, what did you do to me?”
I shook my head as fear settled in the pit of my stomach. “I didn’t—”
“I’m going to fucking kill him if I don’t die here.”
My feet couldn’t carry me fast enough as I ran down the stairs. I grabbed two water bottles and took two steps at a time, making my way back to Giancarlo’s side. I held out a bottle of water just as Giancarlo stood and wiped at his mouth.
He grabbed it and groaned as he leaned over the sink. As he brushed his teeth, a visible shudder racked down his body.
“What the fuck did you do to that lobster?”
My face grew hot. “I followed the instructions.”
Giancarlo spat into the sink and stood up, his face paler than normal. “You sure you didn’t boil it in sewage water?”
“You said you liked it.”
Giancarlo nodded and headed toward the shower. I raced around him and turned it on. I grabbed his arm and led him back to the sink.
“Just wait for the water to get warm.”
Giancarlo pointed to a machine on the wall near the shower. “Put the towels in there.”
I grabbed one from the closet, but he shook his head and held up two fingers. I didn’t argue as I went back for another.
“You smell like sweat and sex.” He grinned. “Which is great, but if I’m doing anything besides spreading my legs for you, we have to take a shower.”
How in the world does he say stuff like that with a straight face?My cheeks felt on fire, and I wasn’t the one who’d said it. I checked the shower, and the water was at a good temp.
I helped Giancarlo onto the shower bench on the back wall. He plopped down with his legs spread. My gaze was instantly drawn to his body, and I licked my lips, taking in every inch. There were four red lines down his chest and torso.
Fuck, did I do that?My cock twitched at the thought.
The multitude of scars, the etched muscles, even his happy trail made me stare intently. His cock had been in my mouth the night before. I salivated at the thought of doing it again.
“A gust of wind could get you hard,” Giancarlo said, reaching over to stroke my cock.
“No, it couldn’t.” I’d been perfectly fine until I met Giancarlo.
He pointed to my hard length in his hand, and I looked away. It was impossible not to get turned on all the time when Giancarlo was a walking sex god.
“Leave it be. You’re not feeling good.”
Giancarlo grunted. “I’m never too sick for dick.”
I backed away all the same and went back to washing him up. “Well, after watching you make out with the toilet, I don’t think I can do it.” I didn’t want to push Giancarlo’s body. He”d come home after working so hard and then let me use him so roughly.
“Whose fault was it again?”
“I told you I followed the instructions. Your brother helped.”
“Yeah, Benito can’t cook to save his damn life.”
He’d seemed so confident to me. Every time I was lost for instructions, he had an answer.
Giancarlo grabbed my face, and I was forced to stare into his dark gaze. “You had fun hanging out with my brother?”
His fingers dug into my chin, making me think about his question.
I shrugged. “It was okay. He”s terrifying but nice.” Was that the right word to use? He treated me more like a dog that Giancarlo had purchased on a whim than an actual person.
Giancarlo’s brows dipped, and his hold tightened. There was a darkness in his brown eyes that made him just as terrifying as Benito.
“But I still wanted you to come home.”
Giancarlo’s hold eased up, and I couldn’t help but think I’d said something right.
“Most people would have run.”
“Yeah, most people have somewhere to return to.” I grabbed the shower gel that smelled like him and the luffa. I poured a generous amount and rubbed it, working up a nice lather. I focused on washing him, refusing to meet his gaze again, instead favoring the suds that ran down his lean muscled body.
“Hey, look at me.” Giancarlo forced my head up again. “While you’re here, you have a place.”
My breath caught, and a lump formed in the middle of my throat. I had a place to return to. I nodded, pulling my head away before I slipped under the water. I didn’t want Giancarlo to catch me crying.
I hadn’t cried in front of anyone since I was a kid. For the first time, it wasn’t because I felt hurt. A warmth radiated in the middle of my chest that seemed to pulse through every nerve in my body.
What made this man, a practical stranger, invoke such wild reactions and emotions from me? I shook my head, clearing it of the unending questions. It felt like that was all I had when it came to being around Giancarlo. I blinked the water droplets from my eyes and stared up at him.
I hadn’t even noticed when he’d stood or moved closer. He reached past me, grabbing the shower gel. We said nothing else as he cleaned me. The air in the shower was thick as it blanketed us.
For the first time, I didn’t have any questions as Giancarlo’s hands glided over me. The way he washed me felt far more intimate than any words could convey. It was all over before I was ready. The water turned off, and I dashed out of the shower to grab both of our towels from the warmer. I held up Giancarlo’s before wrapping mine around my waist. It felt like a warm fluffy cloud against my skin.
“Thanks.”
He didn’t have to thank me. Giancarlo had bought me. Yet he still thanked me for the little things. I smiled and nodded as we left his bathroom. My gaze traveled to his bed. I wonder if he’ll let me sleep there, or will I be sent back to the guest room?
Giancarlo’s phone dinged. I watched him as he grabbed it. “He shouldn’t be sending me any work after trying to poison me.” He headed toward the closet instead of the bed.
“You’re leaving?” I didn’t mean to sound so sad. “I can go clean up.” I headed toward the door. I needed to do laundry anyway. I only had one outfit here.
“Get dressed.”
“What?”
“You’re coming with me,” Giancarlo said. He stepped back out of the closet and stared at me. “It’s bring your pet to work day.”
I grabbed the pillow off his bed and chucked it at him. Realization hit me just as the pillow slapped him in the face. “Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry.”
Boisterous laughter filled the air and gave me pause. He wasn’t mad at me? Giancarlo tossed the pillow on the bed.
“Hurry up and get dressed.”
I stepped toward the door, my mind running a mile a minute as I tried to understand what was happening to me. I headed downstairs. Grabbing my discarded clothes, I started to slip them on. They smelled like food and Giancarlo. I groaned and pressed them harder against my nose.
“See, just like a dog.” Giancarlo’s warm voice caught me off guard.
I jumped and twisted around. My shirt slipped from my hand, and I straightened it out. I couldn’t even argue with him when he found me sniffing my clothes.
Giancarlo looked me up and down as he tugged at his long sleeve black button-up. It fit his body perfectly, accentuating his slender waist. His gray slacks showcased his long legs.
“Are you wearing that again?”
Compared to Giancarlo, I looked like a sewer rat. “Maybe I should stay home.” My stomach turned with the thought, but it would be easier.
“No, one second.” Giancarlo headed toward the kitchen with his phone in hand.
I thought about following him but thought better of it as I looked around the living room. I picked up Giancarlo’s discarded clothes and went about cleaning up the cum from the carpet.
“What are you doing?” Giancarlo asked.
“Cleaning up the mess. If we let it stay any longer, it’s going to be as solid as a rock.”
“You know I just noticed, but you cleaned up when I was gone, didn’t you? Feels fresher in here.”
I smiled down at the carpet. It felt good to have someone recognize I’d done something. Back home, only my shortcomings were ever pointed out. I shrugged, too embarrassed to look up at Giancarlo. “It was a little dusty. I had time, so I cleaned it.”
Black loafers appeared before me. I swallowed thickly as my gaze traveled up Giancarlo’s long legs to meet his dark brown eyes.
“Thanks. Enzo is always on my ass to clean up, and I refuse to let his crazy anal ass in here to do it.” Giancarlo looked around. “I don’t mind it so much when you do it, though.”
“Who’s Enzo?” I asked. Was it someone important to him? An ex-boyfriend?
“My younger brother. He”s currently with his boyfriend, but I’m sure you will meet him one of these days.” A knock at the door pulled both of our attention. “Sorry in advance if he insults you or cuts you. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.”
Wait, cut me? Why would his brother cut me?I pictured a younger Giancarlo jumping off the walls, swearing up a storm, and wild. A shudder ran through me. Meeting Enzo was the last thing I wanted to do if he was even crazier than Giancarlo.
“You got over here fast, old man,” Giancarlo said.
He stepped back, allowing an older gentleman to step through the door. His hair was a stark white, and his skin a deep tan. He lifted his sunglasses, and I was met with startling blue eyes.
“Well, you three never call anymore,” the stranger said. He drew Giancarlo in a hug before stepping back. He was taller than me, but still, Giancarlo had a few inches on him. “Are you still growing?”
Giancarlo laughed and slapped the man on the back. “We both know you’re shrinking.”
I stepped closer, and the man looked my way. His smile dimmed a bit before he looked at Giancarlo. “If she’s saying this is your kid, get a paternity test.”
Giancarlo groaned. “No one is saying Ash is my kid. Fuck.”
“Well, you never know with you. You’ll fuck anything that moves.”
Giancarlo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Berry, this is Ash. Ash, Berry Folger.”
I waved and moved closer to Giancarlo. Even with Berry giving off the sweet grandpa vibes, I felt ten times safer near Giancarlo.
“He’s here to get your measurements. He might not look it with the Hawaiian shirt on, but Berry is one of the best designers in New York.”
“Hey, this is a classic,” Berry grumbled, but his smile didn’t falter. “Based on what you told me, I have a few selections for him, but by getting his measurements, I’ll be able to produce a decent wardrobe. Should I account for the usual?”
Giancarlo nodded as if it was given.
“Alright, one second,” Berry said.
He opened the door. Three more men came in, followed by two women. They pulled in racks stacked with more clothes than a department store. Everything looked way out of my price range. Give me a ten-dollar t-shirt and call it a day.
“Come on. You”re young enough to be my grandson. I’m not going to make a move on you,” Berry grinned.
I looked up at Giancarlo, and he nodded. I moved toward Berry, my gaze roaming over all the clothes. I prayed I didn’t have to try them all on.
“Sarah over there is going to hold up premade outfits. You say yes or no,” Berry said.
Simple instructions.She held up the first one. It was a baby diarrhea green sweater with black jeans that had more holes than material. It was a no for me.
“Yes.” They’d gone through so much trouble picking out clothes for me I didn’t want to tell them how much I hated it. Maybe it would look good on me if I gave it a chance.
Sarah went through five more sets. I said yes to all of them. Berry had a tape measure in his hand, holding it to my body as he looked up at me. “You like every single one of those? Even the pink dress with leather thigh-high boots?”
No.
“You picked out some really beautiful items.”
A groan came from behind me, and I glanced over to see Giancarlo frowning.
“Only say yes to what you actually want,” Giancarlo said. “Run through those again,” he called to the woman.
That was easier said than done. I cleared my throat and turned back to Sarah. She held up the clothes I’d already said yes to, waiting patiently for me to answer.
“Maybe not at this time.”
She nodded and moved on. With each set, I grew a little more confident in saying no. It might not have been a big deal for most people, but I never wanted to make someone feel bad for doing something for me.
The men came back into the house to help take some of the racks of clothes out. I’d dwindled it down to a single rack with just the right amount of clothes.
“Excuse me, how much will it cost?” I asked.
Berry listed off numbers to one of the girls before wrapping the tape measure around my waist. His blue eyes met mine, and although he smiled at me, I could tell he was studying everything I said and did.
“Don’t worry about it,” Giancarlo said.
I shook my head, already knowing what he had planned. “No.”
Giancarlo cocked a brow at me. I was seconds away from back-pedaling but held my tongue.
“I need to know how much is being added to my bill.” I wasn’t my father. I”d calculate everything down to the last penny. I had nothing, which meant the further I dug myself into a hole, the harder it would be to get out.
Berry whistled. “This one has balls.” He laughed as he stepped back from me. “We have everything. I will send over the itemized bill.” He winked at me and headed toward the door. “Tell Enzo and Benito to call every once in a while.”
I grabbed the first outfit on the rack and slipped it on. The fabric felt so soft against my skin that I internally groaned. By the time I finished, it was just Giancarlo and I left.
“Now I’m thinking about keeping you home.” He stepped closer and fixed my collar, his warm fingers brushing along my skin, leaving behind little sparks everywhere he touched.
“I’ll take that as you like it?”
Giancarlo smiled. “Something like that.”
“Price—”
Giancarlo turned away from me and headed toward the door. He hummed. “Split in half. I’ll put your end on your tab.” He glanced over his shoulder, hunger blazing in his dark gaze. “I’ll happily pay the other part of the bill. Plus, I’ve already given some of my personal suggestions to Berry.”
It was the best I was going to get out of him. “Okay.” I closed the front door behind me and ran over to the car. My fingers ghosted over the classic car.
“Don’t go falling in love with my baby. She”s loyal to only one man, and it’s me.” Giancarlo kissed the top of his car as if he was truly smitten with it.
He had some serious issues.