26. Expensive Gifts
Chapter 26
Expensive Gifts
Antonella
My goodness gracious.
Lord have mercy .
Giordano lays down on the bed. The window’s curtains are wide open, allowing the full view of the stars and moon to shine brightly in.
We are both fully naked, bodies colliding with each other as our hands explore and roam all over with care. My hands languidly drag over his rock hard six-pack abs. Seriously, when does he have the time to work out? All I’ve ever seen the man do is eat, sleep, and work.
He pulls me on top of him. His hands grip both sides of my hips—digging in hard. The callouses scrape ever so softly against my smooth skin. He groans, cupping the fullness of my ass.
I gasp as embarrassment washes over me. “ Hey .”
“Come closer to me, amore,” he pulls my hips upward toward his face.
“What do you—Oh, oh .” I shift upward far enough that my thighs are earmuffs for him now.
“Sit,” he commands.
I don’t sit; I hover over him. I’ve never done this position before—sitting on top of someone like this, well hovering—thighs already burning. I don’t work out enough for this position. I should’ve at least stretched. A warning would’ve been nice. Am I going to suffocate him if I sit down fully?
He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue as he grips my ass even harder, spreading me out wide with his hands as I hold onto the top of the headboard for support.
“Don’t worry about your weight, Antonella,” he growls. Then sucks my clit into his mouth—only for a moment. Teasing me. “I told you to sit on my face. Fucking sit on it. Siediti bene.” He smacks my ass as hard as he can from this angle. The sound of the clap reverberates off the walls in the room, echoing in my ears, and sending shivers down my spine.
I gulp and ease myself fully down on his face. Definitely going to suffocate him.
Oddio . He’s going to die like this. How am I going to explain this to the cops?
Yeah, hi—um I killed my fuck buddy because I sat on his face too long. He wouldn’t let me get off of him and I have too thick of thighs for him to properly breathe ? —
He sucks my clit into his mouth and squeezes my ass again—his fingertips digging harshly into my skin and muscles.
“Ah!” I moan, easily pulled out of my erratic thoughts of accidentally murdering Giordano. “ Fuck ,” the word slips between my lips so effortlessly. My hands roam down the cold, wooden headboard of the bed to his brown mop of hair, tangling my fingers through the waves. I gently tug with both hands as his tongue circles around my clit slower than before.
“I love tasting you.” He groans against me. The vibrating sensation flows throughout my entire body. “You’re addicting.”
I inhale a large breath while biting down on my bottom lip, suppressing a moan. If he continues at this rate, I’m going to cum all over his face.
His other hand moves between my thighs and up between the outside of my pussy—feeling the aching entrance. “Ride my hand, amore,” he mumbles against my clit. The vibration is enough to tip me over the edge on its own. His middle and index finger languorously circle the outside of my aching entrance, leaving me wanting, and needy for more.
“Do it already,” I beg, “ Please .”
“It’s so much more fun hearing you beg.” He chuckles, thrusting two fingers deep inside of my sopping wet cunt, so deep inside of me, he hits my cervix .
“Ouch, ” I hiss as my hips buckle, pulling up slightly off of his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.
I nod. Oh, right. He can’t see me from down there, because I’m sitting on his face. I clear my throat. “Yes,” my voice comes out as a squeak. I ease back down onto his fingers. It may have been too much at once.
He hums, sucking my clit back into his mouth. Ugh, this man knows how to use his tongue. The wet sounds fill the room as he laps up my sopping wet pussy. His tongue slides in a full circle over and over again around my clit.
I’ve died and ascended to Heaven. My gravestone should say?—
Here lies Antonella.
Died from face riding.
His hands grip my thighs, pushing me up off of his face. “Now, ride my cock, amore.” His command zaps straight to my needy clit—sending shivers down my spine.
I shimmy myself down to his hips, sliding the entire outside of my pussy over the tip of his cock, already oozing with pre-cum. I use the headboard for support as I search for the entrance without the use of my hands .
His low, husky moan increases in volume as I slowly slide down on the length of his shaft.
“A—ah.” I squeeze my eyes shut, satisfied with my success. Every inch of his cock is filling me right now. God .
A low rumble fills the air between us before he fully thrusts his full, throbbing length into me, stretching me wide. I push my hips down against him. The slickness of my own arousal—no lube even necessary—coats his cock and parts of my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re so precious, so beautiful. You’re gorgeous on top of me.” He groans, sliding his hands across both sides of my waist. I push myself further down; the tip of his cock hits my g-spot.
I moan loudly, squeal even.
“Ride it like you mean it, amore.” He chuckles and smacks my ass.
“Giordano?” His name comes out breathy—because I am out of breath. This is a lot of work. My heart’s racing. I am not built for this type of work. I am a pillow princess. Fuck it all, but I’ll do this for him.
“Yes, amore?”
I slam my lips down into his, kissing him with a fiery passion. Oh, how it’s all I want to do. Well, kiss him and cum on him.
Two things can be done at the same time.
I raise my hips upward, his cock languidly dragging out of me. The pleasure unrivaled.
“More, please can I cum?” I rasp.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl asking for permission.” He gives my ass a hard smack while his mouth claims one of my hardened nipples; his teeth gnashing down hard enough to send a shockwave of pain through me. A loud moan rips through my throat. He hums in approval. “Look at you, trembling for me.”
He thrusts upward into me as I roll my hips; in such a synchronic rhythm with him. And in response to our harmonious moans, the inner walls of my tight, wet pussy clenches around him, drawing him in deeper. He hits the sweetest spot again, sending me over the edge.
My lips part with a gasp as an orgasm rips through my entire body, causing every single muscle in my body to tense up, and my legs shake.
“Cum for me, amore. I feel you, so wet all over me.” He groans. “Good.” He grunts, thrusting once up into me. “Fucking.” He thrusts again, this time even further than before. “ Girl .” He slams into me, balls deep, gripping my hips hard enough. I’m sure there will be fingertip bruises there tomorrow. He grinds my hips against him; the friction hitting my clit exactly right to send me closer to another climax—and fast.
Our simultaneous moans echo throughout the dimly lit room.
“My legs are wobbling,” I admit, breathless. Am I embarrassed? No. I’m not built for this. He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the hardened bud while pinching the other between his thumb and index finer, twisting hard; catching me by surprise.
I squeal, bending down closer to his face as both of his hands grip my ass and shake it up and down, bouncing my ass, for me, on his swelling cock.
Oh, God.
He releases my nipple out of his mouth with a loud pop and groans. “I’m going to cum deep inside of you, amore.”
“What else is new?” I release a breathy laugh. My right knee cracks with a loud pop and I snort. Damn knees.
He doesn’t say anything about it though, as his hand releases my ass. He raises up his arm, then quickly swipes down. Earning myself a sharp, stinging slap to the ass. The burning sensation as he rolls his hips upward into mine is a pleasure I’m beginning to love more and more.
He grips my thigh and flips me off of him. I fall onto my back in the middle of the bed, panting and gasping for air.
My thighs burn .
He reaches underneath my thighs and positions himself between my legs. I move my hands, moving them underneath my knees to help hold my legs up for him. For easier access, of course.
A heated blush rises up across my cheeks as I’m fully naked and exposed to him. I was before, but this position feels more… intimate. More… naked.
His smile brightens up his entire face as he pulls my thighs around his hips, arching my back off of the bed. He’s relentless as he pushes the tip of his cock into my swollen, aching pussy.
“You’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, amore.”
“A—ah,” I moan, louder than before. His thumb circles my clit while he pounds in and out of me. I squeeze my eyes shut, stars dancing across my vision. “Oh, God. Oh, God! ” I scream, a low buzzing filling my ears.
It doesn’t take much for him to make me almost cum again. But the simultaneous pleasure from him rubbing my clit and fucking me at the same time is enough if he keeps going at it like this a little longer.
He grips my throat, squeezing what’s left of the air in my lungs—not much, by the way—and another wave of extreme pleasure wracks through me as I squirt on his cock.
My eyes spring open, my mouth agape as I attempt choke out a moan, yet no sound comes out.
“You look—” He grunts, thrusting into me. “So gorgeous—when you—fucking take it.” He growls, eyes darkening entirely as he brings his hips upward, fully pulling out of me, and then slams into me at full speed, full length, again. His grip tightens around my throat even more, so much so, I’m aware of the pulse in my neck.
Dizziness overwhelms my head, but at the same time? It’s intoxicating. “I—” I gasp, trying to breathe any ounce of air into my lungs. I squeeze my eyes shut again, watching as the white stars dance .
With his final thrust, he moans my name, “ Antonella !” He releases the death-grip he had on my neck.
Air flows into my lungs as I slowly peel my eyes back open, blinking profusely. I blow a puff of air up onto my sweating forehead as I pull out my hands, which were helping hold up my thighs. I flop them down on either side, extended fully out.
I want more. Right now.
I’ve become addicted to our arrangement and I need more.
“That was still pretty vanilla,” I giggle.
“That’s because we’re in your room.” He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “Get dressed, I have a surprise for you.” He slides out of bed. I can’t help but stare at his muscular ass while he steps over to the pile of clothes he left on the floor and throws his boxers back on.
“Dressed in what?” I ask.
Because with him, a surprise can mean anything from a murder-boat dinner or a murder-restaurant dinner.
I should stop having dinner with him.
“Casual clothes.” He chuckles. “We’re not leaving the house. It’s here.”
“I should at least shower first.” Well, I also really have to pee. The soreness is already settling in. Everywhere. “I’ll meet you at the front door.” I run my fingers through my sexed-up, tangled hair.
He opens the door wearing only his boxers. My, oh my.
“And… Open.” He removes the blindfold from around my head.
My eyes quickly flutter open, almost scared of what I’ll find when I do. We’re in the parking garage—standing in front of a brand new matte black sedan with a pretty red bow on the hood .
“You got a new car?” My lips curl into a lopsided grin while staring at it. Does he need another one? He has like four cars in here. Also, why would he bring me in here all blindfolded to show me a new car he got for himself? The man’s a certified drama king, if I do say so myself.
“Do you like it?”
Why would it matter? “It’s cute. Nice four doors.” My head bobs as we’re walking around it. “Black’s a slick color for a car. Matches all your others.”
“It’s yours.” He places his elbow on my shoulder, using me as a rest.
I gasp, inhaling the wrong way, followed by an insane coughing fit. I’m choking on air. He’s kidding, right? Or he means for me to use while I’m staying here so I don’t take away one of his other precious cars? Absolutely not.
“Are you okay?”
I wave, catching my breath. “You mean to borrow?” I ask. He blinks, unresponsive to my question. “You mean to borrow, right ?” A laugh bubbles in my throat, out of complete nervousness, of course.
I am about to fling myself into a wall. Nervous breakdown is already starting.
“I bought the car and put it in your name. The car’s yours, Antonella.”
He’s lying. My right eye twitches— three times. My shoulder his arm’s resting on— once . “A car?”
“You said?—”
“I know what I said,” I retort. And he knew what I meant, too. “ Borrow a car. Not buy a car. Sei pazzo?”
“Now, this way you can’t make yourself feel bad about using my cars. Which, by the way, you shouldn’t. What’s mine is yours. Sassy girl.”
“What am I supposed to say?” my voice is getting stuck in my throat. Tears prick my eyes. Oddio, this man, I swear .
“Grazie would suffice.” He reaches out for my arm and pulls me in close to him. He plants a kiss on the top of my forehead.
“Grazie.” I whisper.
“See? Is that so hard?”
“ Yes .” I sniffle.
“Sassy.” He wraps his arms fully around me. I bury my face in his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his sandalwood cologne. I’m becoming too comfortable with this dynamic between us. Sandalwood is now a constantly lit candle during my bubble bath time instead of lavender to calm me. How pathetic am I?
Monstrously .
“Words cannot express how grateful I am. This gift is… Thank you.” I pull back from our hug, smiling up at him. “There’s something I need to tell?—”
His brows snap together with confusion. “What is—” His lips drop into a frown as he reaches into his pocket, pissed at the interruption. “Mi dispiace, amore. I have to take this. Please, enjoy the car for a moment.”
Of course, I finally get the courage to tell him, and again, it’s interrupted. It’s like the universe wants me to keep out of it. I try to shake the uneasy bubbling settling deep in my stomach.
The expression on his face doesn’t give me much hope. He’s going to leave again, isn’t he? Work stuff, probably. For an office job, it’s extremely demanding.
“Pronto,” he says harshly, stepping away from me. He doesn’t want me to listen to his phone call?
Interesting.
I tap my chin, glancing back over at the new car he got for me. I own this. Little old me. Granted, he bought it, but my name’s on it. I’m going to throw up.
Taking a few more steps over to the driver’s side door, I open it and slide in the seat for the first time. All cream-colored leather interior .
“Interesting choice.” I hum to myself, sliding my hands across the smooth leather of the steering wheel. I scan the dashboard, over to the stereo and all of the buttons. Heated seats and steering wheel? I inhale the fresh new car scent.
Delicious .
“What’s interesting, amore?” He pops his head in the driver’s side door.
“AH!” I scream, covering my entire face with both of my hands. “You have got to stop scaring me.”
“Sorry. I’m not trying to.” He laughs, throwing his head back. “The windows are tinted and bulletproof, by the way.”??
“Of course they are.” I snort. He covered every single detail, didn’t he?
“Hey…” He extends his hand out for me to take. My smile drops, knowing his tone of voice. I place my hand gently in his and step out of the car—slamming the door behind me. “I have to?—”
“Go to work , right?” I cross my arms over my chest.
He nods. “Yes. Work.”
“Right then.” I click my teeth shut, on the verge of throwing a bratty tantrum even though I shouldn’t be.
Never mind the fact he just bought me a fucking car.
We both have a life outside of each other. This is only a gift so I can be more independent on my own.
So I don’t need him.
So he doesn’t need me to need him often.
Right? This dynamic between us is only temporary. We are friends with benefits. We are?—
“Antonella,” his voice is harsh.
Both of his hands wrap around my waist as I refuse to meet his gaze. Why am I throwing a tantrum? He has to leave for work. I get it. But, why does it hurt more each time he leaves?
“Amore, look at me,” he commands—quiet. Serious .
My attention snaps to him, finally. He doesn’t owe me anything—not even his time. Especially not a car, not his home.
Nothing.
I deserve nothing from him.
“Yes?” I hiss. I didn’t mean for it to come out so bitchy. I could kick myself in the ass for it, too. He doesn’t deserve my anger. I need to take a nap, or… something.
“Don’t,” he pleads. He pulls me closer to him, hands sliding down to my ass and cups both cheeks roughly, bringing me upward into his muscular chest.
Given the circumstances, I need to throw tantrums more often if this is how I get treated for it. “ Umph .” I groan.
“Give me a kiss,” he commands, tapping the side of his cheek. I lean up, smacking my lips against his cheek. “I’ll be back later. Enjoy the car.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and then walks toward one of his other cars.
“Have fun mafia man,” I mumble, hopefully quiet enough he doesn’t hear.
“What?” He turns, putting his hand on the handle of the black sports car door.
“What?” I fake a smile.
“I thought you said something.”
“Nope,” I grumble.
His eyes narrow in suspicion, but he slides into the seat without another word.