14. Caught In The Act
Chapter 14
Caught In The Act
Antonella
I can’t tell him they think he’s part of the Mafia.
The speculations .
Plus, I’m not exactly in the accusatory mood. Any other time, sure. But tonight, I am tired, stressed out, and I have work in the morning—bright and early.
We pull up to the villa, and he carries my little backpack for me up the front steps.
I’m in desperate need of a relaxing shower. I’m getting used to soaking in the lovely tub and using the amazing shower in the en suite bathroom. It’s a luxury I never had before. Showers and baths— obviously —but nothing as amazing as this one here. And if this is his guest room, I can’t even begin to fathom of what kind he has in his actual room.
Oof… his room.
Him in his room.
Him in his bed.
Him without a shirt in his bed.
Him in the shower.
“Do you want?—”
Ignoring his question, I rush up the stairs. Flying almost. I slam the bedroom door behind me with a loud thud.
I need relief. Now .
I search through the drawer. The one specific drawer I have all my lingerie in and dig through the piles of fabric, frantically throwing things around. I’m desperate and can’t help myself. All the emotional turmoil of the past few days and the sexual tension between us have been driving me absolutely insane .
It’s been a little while since I did this.
It’s the only way.
I grab my trusty little vibrator—the battery boyfriend which never disappoints—out from the not so great hiding place, and strip my clothes off entirely, leaving them in a little pile on the floor. I hop onto the bed and get cozy underneath the covers.
Holy fuck. I’m doing this here.
Yet, it doesn’t deter me. I’m going for it. I click the vibrator on the highest buzzing level it can go. Because honestly, who uses any other setting? Certainly not the bz bz bz bz setting. Couldn’t be me. Even the bzzzzzzz is too weak at times. I have to use the BZZZZZZZZ to get the job done if I’m not acapella-ing it.
Maybe eventually I’ll need to be electrocuted or something.
And there’s nothing worse than when the battery dies mid-session. Ruins the mood.
I place the vibrator onto my needy, pulsating clit. An electric jolt shocks me to my core. “A—ah,” a quiet moan escapes through my lips involuntarily.
My eyes snap shut as my mind wanders to the man on the opposite end of the villa.
Is he doing the same thing? I doubt it.
The unwavering, tingling sensation flows throughout my whole body as I swirl it around, searching for my relieving peak.
I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back another moan. I don’t want to be too loud. Can he hear me?
Although, why am I denying myself from being with a man like him? I think he wants me, for whatever reason—yet I don’t have a single shred self-confidence. I’m not worthy enough to earn this man’s heart, his attention, be the center of his life.
Is it fucked up I’m degrading myself while attempting to make myself cum at the same time? Hell no.
Images of him, doing exactly this to me, float across my vision I bring myself closer and closer to the edge, holding the vibrator steady on my throbbing clit.
“Ah, fuck,” I whisper. Meticulously, my other hand reaches up and pinches one of my hardened, rosy pink nipples—sending shivers down my spine. My mind wanders to all of the things I want him to do to me.
Choke me.
Hold down my thighs as he ruthlessly pounds into me.
Make me beg for him.
Pin me down by my wrists as I struggle against him for power and ?—
“ Ah— ” Another moan escapes through my lips, louder than anticipated.
Gentle touches are honestly the last thing on my mind.
My pussy aches, clenching over and over again, desperate to be filled. My inner walls clench around nothing. Wishing his cock, fingers, something , anything to fill me. A pool of wetness seeps between my thighs as my climax shudders throughout my entire body.
I need more hands if I intend to do this again. “Fuck. I can’t believe I just did—” My breathy sentence is cut off as I’m riding the wave of my orgasm, because my bedroom door bursts wide open, slamming against the wall with a brute force.
“Oh, fuck .” A half-moan, half-scream escapes my parted lips. I shudder, completely terrified, squeezing my eyes shut as my orgasm persists. In fact, it’s intensified .
Caught in the act.
New kink unlocked …
“Oh!” A scream mixed with another moan rips through my throat. My half-lidded gaze flicks over to the doorway.
Giordano stands in the middle of the doorframe, with my backpack, and a bunch of expensive looking shopping bags in both of his hands. His eyes are dark—glazed over with lust as his chest heaves up and down, heavily breathing. His tongue darts out, slowly licking his bottom lip.
Did he hear me moaning before he came in here? Of course he did. The doors are thin , and I was loud . He knows what I’m doing. It’s completely obvious. But why would he come in without knocking first?
Unless…
I immediately click the vibrator off and remain still in the massive wet spot. The lingering after effects of my orgasm shudder through my body. Slow, deep breaths.
Fuck .
I don’t want to stop—I want to keep going.
“ Antonella ,” he growls. He said my name. My breathing hitches as he takes a step closer, dropping the backpack on the floor. He slams the door shut behind him, stalks over, and hovers above me.
Thankfully, I already have the covers completely pulled up over my naked body, the vibrator still in my hand. Off— but in my hand. Should I throw it? Where would I throw it to? That would make it worse, I think. I swallow hard. My heart climbs up into my throat.
He reaches out, caressing my face gently, down my cheek…
My neck…
My collarbone.
Oh, my God. He’s touching my body. His rough, calloused fingers stop slightly above the top of my breasts. Right where the covers begin. Somehow, someway—none of this feels wrong.
I breathe in deeply. My full, aching breasts bouncing upward against his touch.
“Tell me to stop,” he says in a low, gravelly tone .
I shake my head. I breathe out in a desperate whispering plea, “ No .”
I don’t want him to stop. To go away. I can’t help myself. I want him in every way purely physical. I’ve never been this attracted to someone in my life. And after everything—I want more of him. Maybe it’s a post-orgasm emotion. A heat of the moment confidence. Or a venturesome combination of both. Carpe diem, right?
I whisper, “ Please .”
One single word is all it takes. He wants my permission. His eyes swirl with a mixture of lust and desire as he rips the blanket off, exposing my entire naked body. Goosebumps rise on my skin.
He groans, climbing on top of me, still fully clothed. Though at some point before he came into the room, he shed the suit jacket, leaving him in his black slacks and a black button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
My weakness—it’s like he knows.
“My, my. You’re beautiful. Tell me what this pretty little mind of yours was thinking about, amore,” he growls.
“N-nothing,” I lie.
“Little bugiarda .” He chuckles, then leans down to lick my nipple. The warmth of his breath and the texture of his tongue causes it to rise, pebbling against the cool air as he pulls back.
I moan, my back arching underneath his touch. Damn him. He sees right through my lie.
“You wouldn’t run away from me if you didn’t have something crucial on your mind. Clearly something compelling you to…” He trails, snatching the vibrator out from my hand. He turns it back on—the highest setting—and places it back onto my already sensitive, swollen clit. He grips my thigh with his other hand and pushes it into the bed roughly. The tips of his fingers are digging in enough to leave bruises if he holds me long enough.
It’s like he can read my mind. My body jolts at the vibration, yet his hand keeps me from moving .
“Please ,” I beg. For what? I’m not sure.
“What. Is . It? What was on your mind?”
“Y-you,” I force the words out in a raspy whisper. I can barely manage speaking with this man hovering over me.
He’s only supposed to be doing this to me in my thoughts—not in real life. Is this real life? Or did I fall asleep and this is a dream?
Please be real.
I inhale a sharp breath, regaining some composure. “You,” I repeat in a more assured, confident tone.
“Me?” He hums in approval, leaning down into the crook of my neck. The heavy scent of his sandalwood cologne fills the air around me. His lips brush gently against my skin.
My lips part as soft moan passes through my lips and I grip onto the sheets. “ Yes ,” I whisper. “But we’re just…” I moan again. His lips trail down my stomach with more gentle kisses as he slides further down closer to my core, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Friends,” I moan as he presses a gentle kiss below my navel.
The word friend tastes bitter on my tongue.
He chuckles. “Lie to me again, amore… you won’t like what happens after.” His other hand releases my thigh, cupping the entirety of my pussy in the palm of his hand. A sharp gasp leaves my mouth.
There’s a low rumble from deep within his chest as he slides his hand up and down between my slick labia as the vibrator continues to pulsate against my clit. He out stretches his index and pinky finger, and ploddingly inserts the other two fingers into my aching, tight entrance.
“Oh!” I inhale sharply.
My pussy clenches tightly around him, as if his fingers belong inside of me. God , I’m desperate for him. Definitely not dreaming. I am soaking his fingers .
This is what I want. What I need. What I crave. I want him to take my orgasm from me.
Every.
Orgasm.
“Now, would you let a friend do this to you?” He curls his fingers up, hitting my g-spot.
I shake my head quickly. And that’s the truth.
“Good girl. Eyes on me,” he growls. His fingers thrust deep into needy cunt at a slow pace. He’s stretching me wide open.
“A—ah,” I moan softly, trying to keep my voice down.
His cock grows in his pants, pressing the full length of it against my inner thigh.
Holy fuck .
I spread my legs wider for him. I’m extremely close to cumming again. I need more. I lean in against his touch, showing him how desperate I am. “Please.” I pant out. So close. “I’m going to— ah !”
“You like this, huh? You love this?” He takes the vibrator off of my clit right before I’m about to cum.
I groan in frustration, throwing my head back into the pillow. He fucking edged me.
“You cum when I say you can. You’ve already taken one orgasm from me. I say when you get to have another.”
I huff and bite down on my bottom lip, giving him the puppy-dog eyes through my lashes. He’s extremely hot taking what he wants from me. Owning me. This is everything I love. And he knows it, too.
“Bite your fucking lip one more time, and I’m going to do it for you,” he growls.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
He places the vibrator right back onto my clit and leans down to suck one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth, again. He’s hitting my g-spot over and over again, curling his fingers against it. And my toes happen to be doing the same thing in response .
“Oh, God! ” I cry out.
“No God here, baby. It’s you and me. Cum,” he commands—thrusting his fingers in and out of me at a quick, yet consistent speed. Bringing me closer to the edge, again.
I can’t help it—the overwhelming waves of pleasure wrack through my entire being. I’m cumming. And cumming hard . Hell, I’m squirting all over his chest, his hand, and the spot on the bed underneath me becomes soaked. I think my body took a screenshot, somehow.
I’m in a puddle.
“Fuck,” he growls. He clicks the vibrator off and leans into my center. “Look at the mess you’ve made. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
“What are you doing?” I half-gasp, half-moan. I prop myself up onto my elbows, looking down at him between my wide-spread legs. My eyes spring open as his head dips down close to my core.
“Eating my dessert— I enjoy eating in all forms, amore. Now, be as loud as you can,” he commands. “I want to hear you scream my name.” He drags a long, slow, circular lick around my already swollen and sensitive clit.
My jaw drops, allowing for a strangled cry to escape. My hands fly down to his head, causing me to flop back downward and my waist-length hair to sprawl out underneath me in a mess of webs. My fingers tangle through his dark brown waves, pulling him into me more.
I don’t stop him. I don’t want him to stop. I want to cum all over his handsome jawline, and then lick it off of him.
“Please, more—” I beg with a rasp.
He pulls up slightly. “You taste like my last meal. I would die happy right now between your legs, amore,” he whispers. His hot breath hits my clit as he curls his fingers upward, hitting the magical spot. With each stroke of his tongue, and the stimulation from his fingers, has me yearning for more, lifting my hips upward into him against the pressure of his hand holding me down .
The tip of his tongue swirls around in one languid circle, and that’s it for me.
My undoing.
“Oh!” I squirt, again, this time all over his face. He laps up the juices in long, interminable licks—like a parched man. It’s the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen him do.
So far .
“Giordano,” I whisper in a breathy moan. My head throws back, my silky hair becoming more and more tangled underneath me with sweat.
“Say my name again,” he commands.
“Giordano!” I moan as loud as I can—he’s earned it. A heated blush rises up all over my face and neck. I’m not sure what’s come over me—well, me , for one—but where this slight boost in confidence has come from… I don’t know. But I hope it doesn’t go away.
He groans against my skin and kisses his way up from my sopping wet, throbbing pussy, to my stomach, to my bare breasts, to my neck, and finally. He hooks his left knee underneath my left thigh, stretching my hip upward, allowing me to wrap one single leg around his waist, drawing him in closer. He presses his lips on mine. I can taste my own arousal on him.
My jaw drops with a moan, parting my lips, allowing his tongue to collide with mine.
Our first kiss .
Ironically, he kissed my pussy before my actual lips. Which makes it so much… more .
He hovers over me while still fully clothed, his rock hard cock bulging in his pants, rubbing against my sensitive core. The friction from his pants is almost enough to send me over the edge again. Certainly going to leave a wet spot there.
I reach up for it, going straight for the black leather belt. Instead, he grips my wrist, and pulls away from me, breaking apart our passionate kiss .
He whispers against my lips, “Not tonight, amore.”
He doesn’t want to continue? I’d gladly reciprocate.
He gets up, and carefully places the comforter back over me, tucking me into the bed. As if I’m not going to get out of the bed anyway to take a shower and use the bathroom.
Giordano caresses my cheek, giving soft smirk. “Goodnight, Antonella.”
“Goodnight,” I whisper. The room is dead silent as he walks out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I can almost hear my brows furrowing in a mixture of frustration and confusion.
Where does this leave us now? Friends don’t do what we just did.
And selfishly, I want it to happen again.