Chapter 9
9
Giselle
Nick and Stefan sat at the table while I prepped for supper. I was pretty sure they wanted to stick close by and make sure I wasn't going to flip out or something.
Anyway, now the roast was in the oven, the veggies and fish were wrapped and ready in the fridge.
And I was on my way upstairs to see if Carlo and Eve were awake yet.
The kids were next door with Sophia. I didn't have to worry about waking them as I walked up the stairs and down the hall.
I was still quiet,though. Carlo and Eve had worn me out, so I understood how tired they must be.
I carefully turned the doorhandle and peeked inside.
"Carlo, yes, oh, God, yes!" Eve cried out while Carlo's hips pounded into her. The entire bed rocked with the power of his thrusting.
Apparently, they weren't as tired as I thought.
"I said open your fucking legs, Eve! Do what I tell you, for Christ’s sake." Carlo was giving her grief and I grinned.The first time I saw how different Carlo treated Eve compared to me—I thought Carlo was being kind of a dick.
But then Nick explained it to me. How and why their lovemaking was so much different from ours. Or mine and Carlo's. Or mine and Stefan's.
Eve got off on the way Carlo treated her while they fucked.
He was rough—in body and mind. And Eve loved it.
That was how they connected with each other.
And once I understood that—I saw how beautiful it was. We all want and need different things. And it's our partner's job to figure that out.
How we respond to what they do. And how they respond to what we do.
It was all a complex—but very, very, very fun dance we performed.
"I'm sorry, Carlo. I'll try harder," Eve panted as she stretched her legs out on the huge bed."
“That's right," Carlo growled, "fuck, yes. You listen so fucking well sometimes."
Eve whimpered underneath him.
"You're such a good girl, Eve.”
The way she shrieked—I knew there was approximately one minute left until she exploded.
"Oh, God, Carlo," she said with such sexy desperation I could feel myself getting wet. Just from watching her. "I'm ready to come. Oh, my God."
I clenched down deep inside of myself, loving what I was witnessing.
My best friend getting good and thoroughly fucked by my fiancé.
And my fiancé fucking my best friend like it was the last and final duty of his life.
"You're going to come when I say you can come. Do you understand me?" Carlo ordered her, but it didn't look or sound like Eve was going to do that. She was too close to turn back now. That switch had been flipped.
"I—I—I—" she stammered, and I actually felt sorry for her. Carlo was going to give her shit if she didn't listen.
A part of me wanted to see that.
A big, big part of me.
"Eve, don't you dare come yet. I'm warning you."
She practically sobbed at his words.
And all I did was smile even larger. Eve was loving every second of this. And when she finally came—when Carlo allowed her to come, that is—it was going to be fabulous.
Magnificent.
The Heavens above would open up and shine down on them.
"I'm so close. I don't think I can hold out any longer.”
Carlo lifted one of her legs and pressed it up until her knee met her shoulder.
“Carlo!" Eve screeched, hurting even my ears.
Then he growled out, "You won't come until I say you can come."
Eve whined but I still didn't hear or see her come.
Yet.
Wow.
Carlo was good.
Really good.
He knew exactly how to handle her. He kept fucking her, harder and harder, grunting and straining with the effort he was making.
The bed made creaking noises that I'd never heard before, and I was certain it was all going to break. And Carlo would end up fucking Eve right into the mattress and we'd never find her again.
It surprised me when they continued on for a good five more minutes, Carlo's back glistening in the daylight from his exertions. "Come with me, Eve. Squeeze the fuck out my cock with your wet pussy."
His hand reached between them, and he rubbed her—just once.
And then she let out a cry so loud I was certain people could hear it for miles around. "Yes, oh, yes!"
Immediately after that, Carlo gave in, thrusting one more time inside of my best friend. "Ah, fuck, yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered over and over again. The sound of them climaxing together made me ache between my legs. I wanted to reach down and touch myself.
So I did.
I inhaled at the wonderful feel of my fingers over my hot mound.
"Looks like we have company," Carlo breathed out as he rolled off Eve and onto the bed.
Oops.
I'd been caught.
"I wonder how long she's been there?" Eve asked in a hoarse,exhausted voice.
"Long enough to start rubbing her pussy."
They laughed in low, quiet voices.
"I can't help it. That was quite the show." I slid my hand from between my legs to my hip.
"Oh, don't stop on our account." Carlo grinned at me and bent his arm behind his head.Eve giggled. "Come over here. I'm sure your fiancé is up for another round." Her finger crooked at me, and I smiled at her seductive actions.
"I already showered. I'm finally all clean," I told them and shook my head.
"I like you clean," Carlo stated. "And I like you dirty. It doesn't matter to me either way, Giselle. Now get your curvy ass over here before I jump off this bed and pick you up."
I blinked my eyes and frowned. "Pick me up? After you nearly broke the bed and poor Eve with it?"
Eve kicked her legs out and laughed.Carlo didn't join in, though. "Are you saying I'm not strong enough to come and get you?"
I bit my lip and considered my options for a moment.What were the chances that Carlo had enough strength to chase me down and pick me up. And then carry me back to the bed?
"Hmm, I think I am. You put a lot of effort into those last sexcapades. I really don't think you'll be able to move for a while. Let alone pick me up.”
His eyebrows rose on his forehead, and he looked completely taken aback at my statement. "Are you shitting me right now?"
I pursed my lips together and shrugged. "I'm not shitting you, honey. Don't get me wrong," I said, trying to defuse his attitude, "I know you're stronger than any other lumberjack in the world. But you gave Eve a really hard fucking. And I don't think you've got anything left. And you should be proud of that. You gave it your all. Now, you need some recovery time."
I heard Eve's tiny gasp. She sat up and slipped off the bed. "I'll go check on supper. You two take your time—"And that was it.
Carlo didn't wait another second. He bolted up and ran in my direction before I knew what was happening. All I could do was back up and yell, "No, wait!"
But it didn't matter. Carlo ducked and caught me—his shoulder at my waist."Let me down!" I slapped his back after he flopped me over it.
He spun us around and said, "Eve, is that how you leave me after we make love?"My heart.
Oh, my gosh.
"Sorry, honey. You've got your hands full at the moment." Eve's voice had a large dose of humor in it.
"Doesn't fucking matter. You don't just leave after—" his arm flew out toward the bed, "that."
The sound of Eve's footsteps get closer. "Okay, Carlo. I'm sorry." Eve's voice held so much love in it, my heart started to hurt.
"Stop saying sorry and kiss me," Carlo grumbled as he stepped forward. Eve's hands slipped around his back and found me. She rubbed my arm and then grabbed my hand with hers.
I held on and squeezed.
I heard them kiss for a long moment, and I didn't want to interrupt. But the blood was seriously rushing to my head and pounding.
"If you're going to kiss me like that, you might as well stay," Carlo said under his breath.
Oh.
My.
Gosh.
I clenched hard between my legs. These two were seriously cute.
Eve laughed. "I'm not sure my pussy can handle more of you right now. It needs a break and a long, warm bath."
Carlo chuckled and made me bounce on his shoulder. "I have a bathtub in here you can use.”
I loved how he was trying to keep Eve in our room and not dismiss her just because I was in here.
“That sounds nice, but you should spend some time with your fiancée."
They kissed again before her face suddenly popped up into view. She tilted her head and smiled. "I'll check on supper and deal with it. Don't worry about a thing." Eve's head moved closer, and she kissed my lips quickly.
“Thanks, Evie. I could do it myself." I shrugged. "If someone would let me down."
A large hand landed on my behind. I jumped at the slap. "Hey!" I yelled at the offender. "What was that for?"
He slapped me again. "For misbehaving. I have plans for you. And those plans don't include cooking fucking supper."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I intentionally dismissed him.
"Bye, have fun," Eve called out, then I heard the door close.
"I have no blood left in my body. It's all in my head," I informed Carlo, not sure if he actually cared, though.
"You'll be fine in a minute," was all he said as he started walking. I bounced and swayed on his shoulder, making me a lot dizzier than before.
I saw the bathroom tile on the floor and wondered why he was taking me in here. "I already showered."
He knew that. I'd just told him a few minutes ago.
Finally, he pulled me from over his shoulder and down the front of his body. "If you let go of me, I'll fall right over."
He peered down at me and said, "I'm never letting you go, Giselle. You should know that by now." His lips crushed against mine and his tongue dove into my mouth, taking over immediate control.And I let him.
I loved it when Carlo went all feral and hungry. It turned me on like nothing else did.
His lips tasted like Eve, and a soft, floral, musky scent floated up into my nose. I'd recognize her smell anywhere.
Carlo's body was sweaty and hot. I felt his hardness poking into my stomach—and I knew where this was likely going.
Yes, Carlo had an insatiable sexual appetite. But I wouldn't have put money on him being able to pick me up, carry me into the bathroom, and then perform.
Again.
It sure seemed like he was ready for more.
"Aren't you tired?" I asked, while he continued to kiss me.
"Fuck, no. You're here," he mumbled—and I swear—my heart exploded.
"Are you sure you don't need a break?" I asked and wrapped my arms over his shoulders.He stopped kissing me. His hand grabbed mine and moved it to his very, very, very hard cock. "Does that feel like I need a fuckin' break?" he said into my ear, making me shiver.
His hand moved mine up and down his huge shaft. It was still wet from his session with Eve—and that somehow made this feel even more intimate.
He trusted that this wouldn't make me jealous or freak me out. He knew how much I loved him and how much I loved my best friend.
"It does not feel like you're tired." I laughed and kissed the side of his face. His rough five o'clock shadow scraped against my skin.
"All right then. Shut up and get into the shower. You're going to suck me off for a while. And then I'm going to fuck you against the wall.”
Yikes.
"Sounds like you have this all planned out." I kept moving my hand on his cock, feeling it get harder and harder in my grip.
"That's right. So stop fuckin' around and get your clothes off." He gave me one more quick kiss and moved away completely.
My eyes dropped to his behind—gosh. His utterly perfect ass. Sculpted to perfection. Never in my life had I ever seen an ass that wonderful before.
Stefan and Nick had great asses.Really great asses.
But there was definitely something special about Carlo's ass.
I heard the shower turn on and Carlo walked inside. "Take your clothes off and get in here."
I smiled and grasped the hem of my T-shirt. After I pulled it off, I turned around and undid the button on my jeans. Then I slipped those off, too.
When I turned around, I felt Carlo's eyes on me. And sure enough, when I looked up, there he was. His head poked out from the shower. "Christ, woman," he said in a loud huff. "You are so fucking gorgeous. I swear one day you're going to sear my vision with your beauty."
I grinned at his sweet words. My arms bent behind my back and felt the closure on my bra.
"Stop!" Carlo ordered sharply.
My hands stopped, but I was more than a little confused. "Stop what?"His eyes were too busy raking over my nearly naked body. I wore a pink silk bra and a matching thong.
It was a light, pretty pink with fabulous lacy accents. Carlo hadn't seen it yet. I'd been saving it for a special occasion.After I showered, I'd tiptoed into the closet and spotted this set. It was then I realized that "special occasion" would never happen.Soon, I'd be gone.
And it would be a crying shame to never show Carlo this fantastic matching set.
So, I'd put it on.
"Come here, Giselle." His voice was deep and menacing. And that made my heart start racing faster.
I moved closer to Carlo.His eyes were fixated on my chest. And I didn't blame him at all. My breasts looked great in this bra.
"Closer," he growled as his hand shot out from the shower and captured my arm. He tugged, and I flew forward into his wet, naked body. "Jesus Christ. If I'd known what you were wearing, I would have thrown you onto the bed the second you walked into the room."
His hands landed on my breasts, and he played with them."You're getting my bra wet," I complained, not wanting him to ruin it. I wasn't quite sure why. It wasn't like I'd ever wear it again.
When it was time to leave, there'd only be enough room for the essentials. And expensive bra and panty sets weren't super high on my priority list.
"I'm going to make a lot of things wet for you, Giselle." He kept squeezing my breasts and rubbing his thumbs over my already hardened nipples.
And it felt wonderful.
He pulled me into the shower—and that was when I gave up.Carlo wanted what he wanted. So, I'd give it to him.
If that meant ruining a perfectly good bra and panty set—then so be it.At the same time, he bent down, he also lifted one of my breasts. His hot mouth landed directly on my nipple. I felt his tongue lap over it, over and over again. Until he finally closed his lips around my nipple.I sighed and gasped at the same time. His hands reached around my back and pulled me further into the shower and under the stream of water.
Yep.
Ruined.
My bra and panties were ruined. Just like Carlo had ruined me. I'd never look at another man the same way now that he'd been in my life.
I'd always compare each man I met to Carlo.
And I knew that.
I hadn't even left yet, but I knew deep down inside that this man had ruined me for anyone else. He was it for me.
Yeah.
I knew it.
I could live another billion years and I'd never meet another man like Carlo.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmured against my breast, then switched to the other one. Again, he lifted my breast and lowered his lips to it.
Heaven.
Pure heaven.
"Carlo, that's so good. But I want you under my bra. I want your lips on my skin." Just saying those words made me even hotter. And it wasn't from the water spraying on us either.
"Patience," he said, still taking his time with my breasts.
It was a beautiful torture. I loved it when Carlo played with me.A few minutes later, his fingers slipped behind my back and undid the hooks. My bra went slack and fell off my shoulders. Carlo yanked it off the rest of the way and tossed it on the floor.
"So fucking beautiful. I've never seen a woman on this Earth who was more beautiful than you, Giselle." He looked me directly in the eyes when he said that. And it made my knees weak to hear him talk like that.His head ducked down, and he sucked in my nipple. An electric current ran straight between my legs.
"Carlo," I mewled as he licked and sucked and gently nibbled on me. It was all too much. "I want you, honey. I'm so achy. I need you."
He released my nipple and surprised me by picking me up. "I can help you with that," he said against my lips. He pressed me up tight against the wall, and he kissed me there for a while before slowly easing me back down to my feet.
The cool tile at my back, I watched him kneel and gaze up at me with his handsome eyes. "I'm going to eat you, Giselle."My pussy pulsed, and he hadn't even touched me yet.
He yanked my thong down with one swift movement. Then he leaned forward and took one long, lovely lick over my sex and looked up at me again.
“I love how you taste.” He licked me again, "how you smell." One more lick and I was sure I was seconds away from coming. "How you react when I touch you." He licked me again and said,"Everywhere."
His mouth landed—right on me, and then he did what Carlo loved to do. He ate me, just like he'd promised. "So fucking good," he said in between devouring my pussy.
It couldn't have been a minute later when I cried out, "Oh, my gosh, I'm going to come. Carlo, I'm going to come." My fingers dove into Carlo's wet hair, and I did everything I possibly could to hold him to me. I would do anything to keep him there. His hot mouth on my poor, swollen pussy. Ready to burst.
"Mmm, come for me. Come on my mouth. I love it when you explode on me."
That.
Was.
It.
I screamed, shocking myself at the sound. It echoed in the large bathroom.
But I didn't care. Not one bit.
Because I was experiencing heaven between my legs.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," was all I said—all I could say. The ability to form any other words had completely left me.
My spasms went on and on, Carlo doing his best to extend them out as long as possible. And he wouldn't let up. Not even a little.
His tongue.
His lips.
His fingers.
They all worked in tandem to bring out every last bit of my release.
I panted and laid my head back against the shower wall. "That was—" my mind tried to race around and search for a word. But all it wanted to do was float on this wonderful high Carlo had given me.
"That was what?" Carlo asked as he stood and wiped his mouth off.I looked up into my lumberjack's face and smiled. "There hasn't been a word invented for that experience yet," I told him the truth. The word for what Carlo had just done for me was unfortunately absent from the dictionary.
He chuckled and then backed up into the water. The water sprayed down over the masterpiece of a body in front of me. His golden muscles shined in the overhead light. He picked up the shampoo and started washing his hair. I barely breathed, watching him do that. The soapy suds veering down his chest, over his amazing abs, and down to his very, very, very erect cock.No matter how many times I'd seen Carlo's cock—I would never get used to his size.
Just like every time he entered me. I would never get used to that, either. Each and every time I had to relax and open as wide as I could.Not that it really mattered. Carlo was far too big. There was no real way to prepare for his size.
My eyes stayed glued to him while he washed the rest of his body—including his cock.
After he turned around and rinsed himself off, I thought maybe our shower time was over.
But I was wrong.
Carlo stayed under the running water and moved around to face me. "On your knees, Giselle. Time for you to get down to work."
A big smile spread across my face. He didn't have to ask twice. I walked forward and slowly dropped to my knees. The water from the showerhead intermittently hit me in the face when Carlo moved his head. My hand grabbed the base of his huge cock, and I looked up at him. My tongue darted out and licked the tip of him. He let out what sounded like a growl. "Don't fuck around and tease me. I need your mouth on me. Now."
The heat and desperation in his eyes told me he was not lying. So, I opened up—wide—and sucked him into my mouth.
Carlo gasped, and his hands landed on my head. It didn't take him long to start moving me how he wanted. And that was more than fine with me. Way more. I loved it when Carlo took charge like this.
I did gag a few times, but Carlo didn't seem to mind. And I sure didn't. Whatever it took to get him deeper into my throat was well worth it.
My other hand cupped his balls gently. I touched and played with them while he made the smexiest noises.
Yeah.
Carlo loved when I did that. “Harder, Giselle. I need your mouth," he practically begged. And that only turned me on more. I did what he asked and quickened my movements. Sucking him in harder and with more purpose than before.
I felt his cock grow larger—impossibly larger—as his hips started to pump as well. The ache between my legs required a hand. Or fingers. Or something to help relieve the growing throb. But that would have to wait. Right now, I had to keep my focus on Carlo. And his huge cock. I wanted to please him. I needed to please him. So, when he pulled his long length out of my mouth, it surprised me.And when he bent down and picked me up—I was surprised even more.
“Carlo, what are you doing?" I asked while he pressed me up against the cold tile of the shower. His fingers curled into the waistband of my thong and pulled it down.
I’d barely stepped out of them when Carlo said, “I’m going to come inside of you." He held me with one hand as his other moved his cock into place. And then he pumped his hips up.
“Ah, Carlo." I shut my eyes and waited for my walls to get used to his size. "I wanted you to come down my throat," I semi-whined at him.
His mouth covered mine. "Every fuckin' drop goes in your pussy until you're carrying my child. You know that."
Oh, man.
His words.
They made me grip him so tight he sucked in a sharp breath. "Christ, Giselle. You're so fucking tight."
I smiled against his shoulder and kissed it. "I love you, Carlo." I licked his wet skin and circled my tongue up his neck.
He sighed loudly and took my lips. "I love you, too. So fucking much. We're going to make beautiful babies together.” And then he shut up and began thrusting inside of me. I couldn't do anything except hang onto him. The serious look of concentration on his face sent a shiver up my body. And then that throb between my legs quickly escalated into something I couldn't control.
And I was pretty sure Carlo knew that. His hips began rocketing faster now. He shifted his stance slightly and created the most delicious friction against my pussy.And that was that.
My fingers dug into his hard, wet shoulders, trying like heck to find purchase. "Carlo, oh, God. Yes," I mumbled while the feverish bliss shot through me.A few seconds after I started coming—Carlo joined me.
"Fuck," he muttered as his hips stopped moving and he planted himself deep inside of me. "I'm coming inside your tight pussy, Giselle. I'm going to fill you up."
My eyes slammed shut and my head hit the shower wall. "Yes, Carlo. Come inside of me. I want your hot come inside of me."
And I did.
No part of me was lying. At that moment, I wanted Carlo to explode deep, deep inside of me. No matter what the consequences of that might be.
He grunted again, and I felt his cock twitch and jerk in my pussy.
That felt amazing.
Carlo holding me, my back against the shower wall—while he came inside of me with no protection what so ever.
“Fuck, yes.” He wheezed over and over again. His entire body shook with the power of his orgasm.
And so did mine.
I had a feeling we might both crash down to the floor. But I didn’t care. It would be worth it if we did.
His chest moved as he tried to catch his breath. All I could do was hang on.
And that was exactly what I did.“Unfuckingbelievable,” he said before gliding in and out of me a few times. The aftershocks he sparked were divine.
"I totally agree. You deserve a medal for that effort."
He laughed right out loud at that. "I think you're the one who'll win the medal. That was some superior head you gave."
A huge grin crossed my face, and I hugged him. My head rested on his shoulder. "I'm getting better at it. I know. You and Eve are great teachers."
Now his body really shook with laughter. It felt extra nice because he was still inside of me."You've always given great head. But I'm not against you learning new tricks."
Now that made me crack up."New tricks?" I asked in a playful tone.
He moved back slightly and smirked at me. "Yes, tricks. I fully support you learning as many as you want." The look on his face made my heart happy.I loved Carlo like this.
Playful.
Smexy.
Hot.
And carefree.
He seemed lighter and less—worried. Or something.
I wasn't sure what made him a bit more stern than the other men. All I knew was I loved when he seemed freer. And less bothered by whatever was eating away at him.
Maybe it was his father's health.
Maybe it was some kind of secret mafia business.
It didn't really matter to me anyway.
Soon I'd be gone.
And he'd have to deal with it himself.
"Where did you just go?" Carlo's voice brought me out of my head.
I blinked and tilted my head. "I'm right here. You're still impaling me in case you forgot."
He gave me a muted smile. "What were you thinking about? You suddenly had a sad look on your face.”
His hand raised to my face and brushed back some of my wet hair from my cheek. I adored when he made small gestures like that. "I'm right here, honey. And I'm fine. I'm not sad, I promise," I lied to my handsome lumberjack.He stared at me for a few moments and then in a low voice he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
Oh.
My.
Heart.
I frowned and moved my hands behind his neck. "No, of course not. I'm fine. Just tired." I hugged him and squeezed him as tight as I could.
Everywhere.
"Are you sure?" His voice was tinged with even more concern than before.
"I'm positive. I feel bad that Eve is downstairs doing all the supper work. That's all," I lied.
Again.
Wow, I was really making a habit out of this.
"Eve just got the fucking of her life." He kissed the side of my face. "She's fine. You know she wanted to give us some time alone.” I did know that. And what he said was true. Because Eve was the best person I'd ever met.
"Feeding all of you is a lot of work. That's all." And that was also true. But it wasn't exactly something that Eve and I couldn't manage.Nope. She and I loved cooking and baking. And I especially loved it when I didn't have to worry about how much everything cost.
These men didn't put us on a restricted grocery budget. And it wasn't unusual to have one or two of them helping us out in the kitchen.
Carlo kissed my lips. "You two do a wonderful job of it." He seemed satisfied enough with my answers. He pulled out of me and set me down on my feet.
"I guess we need another shower," I said in my sexiest, teasing voice.He grinned down at me.
Gosh.
I had no idea how a man that large could make me feel so small—yet so big at the same time. However, he managed that—it was amazing.
"Let's start with you," he suggested and grabbed a bottle of my favorite soap.
Yeah.
I was going to miss this man.
Until my dying breath.