Chapter 11
Tristano
I hate the smell of take-out in my car. Drives me nuts. At least this broad didn’t ask for fried fish or something awful.
My BMW purrs at a red light on the way back to my house, sun setting in the distance.
Tonight’s going to be a big deal, actually.
I’ve never been tethered to someone during work hours before.
Not for more than a night, anyway. Parading her around my clubs is going to be a tough sell because of it.
Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be good at bullshitting with my crew, and it’ll be a pretty big distraction since I plan on making capo this year.
Have to make do… for Pop.
We have about an hour until it’s go time. Got three pick-ups to make at Star Dust, and some directions to give to my boys, then it’s off to the next. She’ll be safe under my care. Three armed bodyguards patrol the place at all times. Unless there’s an all-out war, we’re good.
I pull up to my place and slam the door shut with our pasta bag dangling off my finger. Hope she didn’t tear up the couch or anything like a bad poodle. I scoff to myself as I open the door, then shut it with a triple lock behind me.
“Capri, food . We have a long night. Let’s g—”
I drop the bag.
Holy… shit.
She struts out over the second-floor balcony, clacking her clear stripper heels one extra time to get my attention.
She’s got it, alright. Long tanned legs go on for miles, leading all the way up to her pink string bikini bottom.
There’s a savory pussy under there that I want to explore more than ever.
Flat stomach, full enough tits. Jesus , she even straightened her hair and has a bitchy expression to match. Good girl gone bad. What the fuck? I was gone for five fuckin’ minutes. That makeup, long eye wings, or whatever they call them. She looks like an Egyptian goddess, Italian-style.
My face is frozen in shock, but my cock seems to be moving around just fine. I have a chub just by looking at her.
“I take it Daddy approves?”
My heart stalls at that. If I was taking a drink, I would’ve sprayed it out.
Maybe I have a roleplaying fetish, or maybe I just like my women bitchy and near-naked at all times. Whatever it is… this … is working for me.
I have to have her.
She makes her way toward the stairs, not looking at her feet, not showing an ounce of insecurity. I’m shocked, truly. Who is this woman, and what did she do with the emotional bug I left here?
Every time she descends a step, her tits jiggle, the clack of her heels snapping like whips to hold my attention. I’m trying to act cool, but dropping our dinner already blew my cover. She’s sassy about it too. This was her damn goal, to rough me up, to break me.
Shit .
She struts up to me, and I do my best to hold her gaze.
It’s tough, to be honest. Her normal outfits leave some for the imagination.
But this? She’s on fucking fire. My periphery gives my mind a fine show as I struggle to focus on those crystal blue eyes.
Her body is ten out of ten in my book. Being a prissy lawyer turned bad makes it that much hotter for some reason. Like a fallen angel, or something.
Tension builds the closer she gets. My pants blow up like a bag of microwave popcorn.
Here she comes.
Usually when someone dressed like that gets this close, it’s accompanied by a cock-grab and an ask for a dance. But she just stands there with a slight head tilt – not at all breaking character.
I think of reliving our moment in her neighbor’s backyard. Maybe she is too.
She pretends to bite one of her nails, eyeing me up and down while swaying slowly back and forth. Now what the hell is she doing, parading around me?
Hearing the scrunch of our dinner bag at my back makes me furrow my brow, then I scoff when I see her strutting to the dining room table with it.
Bitch . She’s toying with me.
The way her perfect bubbly ass sways as she walks is the final straw. I march up to her and swipe the bag from her hand.
“Excuse me?” She looks seductively over her shoulder.
I grunt. These urges are running through my veins like they’re on fire.
“How’d I do?” Her character finally breaks, and she turns to present herself like she was putting on a show.
I exhale as the spell is broken.
“What? Oh come on .” She grabs the food back. “Why do you look like someone just killed your dog. Let’s eat. I’m coming to terms with my new persona. Actually, giving her a name helps it along.”
My mind automatically wonders if she just named her pussy, but that’s just the horny guy in me.
She’s talking about her stripper name – Misty – of course.
The weirdest part about all this… is that I’m still hot for her.
Maybe it’s not just the idea of a stripper, but the fact that she’s able to pull it off if she had to.
The urges flood back in two-fold.
She goes to take her seat, but I grab her by the wrist to stop her, then take a step closer so our bodies are inches away from one another. It’s like we’re standing in the eye of a fucking storm, winds at our backs pushing us closer. She must feel it too.
I take her silence as acceptance. Her eyes say so much – fuck me, but I’m scared. That’s how I read ’em, anyway. So I lean in for a kiss. She better not reject me this time.
As soon as our lips touch, I take another small step closer, my hand caressing over her exposed smooth skin. Her thigh is the perfect mix of muscle and fat, her breath minty, and her tongue meek like she’s scared of me.
She should be scared.
I’m the fucking underworld.
I bite her lip enough to tell her I want to fuck her brains out, and squeeze her ass tight, evoking a moan that sends a river of blood to my cock.
“Trino,” she whispers, her hands pressing flat on my chest.
No, not again.
“I’ve never—”
I go in for another kiss to shut her up. The feral passion is getting the better of me, and I can feel it coaxing her too. Her pussy is meant to receive my cock. It’s the will of God, for fuck’s sake.
Her hands ball into fists that scratch my chest. She’s battling with herself to fight the heat, and I love the pain. It makes me grab her harder and lift her so her ankles cross around my back.
Another miniature moan makes me hornier than I can handle, so I swing her to plant her back firmly against the wall.
It takes a few more breaths of kissing before her tongue finally slithers around mine.
Her surrender makes me grunt with relief even though my cock is a throbbing caged monster.
One fistful of those string panties by the elastic allows me to trace her pussy, and a twist applies pressure around her clit.
Her mouth opens as she comes up for air and squeezes her arms tight around me.
It’s like she’s never been fucked before. My finger hasn’t even made it to her yet and she’s a squirming mess.
“Trino—I’ve never been able to get going before.” She gasps, scratching at me. Her stripper heels clack as I grind against her body.
“Doesn’t seem to be a problem right now.” We both smile into our next kiss.
“You’re dangerous,” she admits.
I’m not sure whether it’s a dis or a compliment, but I’ll take it as the latter.
I inch my hand up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps my touch evokes. Her body can’t lie to me. As I inch farther, I can feel the heat emanating from her pussy. It’s wet, and I’m salivating just thinking about it.
As I reach the string panty blocking me, she shakes her head.
“No?” I ask, touching my finger to her clit from under the thigh.
She moans, then says, “No.”
And just like that—another spell broken.
I put her down as gently as my frustrated arms will let me and turn sharply away.
The fuck is with her?
Grabbing my cock to adjust it is like playing with a lit firecracker.
“Trino,” she calls sadly as I stomp away. “Hey.”
I hear the tap of her heels as she scurries up to me.
She grabs my arm, but I shrug her off.
“Yo. Do you even know what blue balls are? Do they teach you that in law school?”
She grabs onto my shirt when I try to walk away. “Trino – I’ve never been with a guy like you. You terrify me. I’m scared—”
“Yeah, I got that.” I huff, still attempting to skulk out of her grasp, but she tugs again.
“No, you don’t get it.” She runs in front of me and grabs a handful of my cock in her hand.
That stops me. “I’m scared I’ll like it.
” She looks up at me, and that stripper fantasy I had before comes flooding back in.
“Now listen to me,” her voice drops to a whisper.
“I’m not going to let you fuck me, because it’s only been a couple days, and I’m not one of your tramps.
” She continues to trace the length of my cock over the pants.
“ But , you did save my life twice now, so maybe I’ll give you a little something.
” She jerks me harder. “How about a hand-job?” She kisses my neck.
“What am I, in high school?” I grunt, putting on my best poker face to pretend I’m not enjoying the shit out of this.
“Right now, yeah – now be a good boy and stay still.” She pushes me all the way to the wall by the stairs, and I let her.
I can’t tell whether she’s kinky, or prude, or what the fuck is going on right now. But I’m into it.
She slowly unzips my pants while licking my neck, and as she digs to whip out my cock, I can see her cheeks blushing red at the size. I rub my hand around her thigh again, hoping she’ll soften enough to let it in.
“I’ll give you the time of your life,” I whisper in her ear, watching as she bites her lip while looking away. There’s trepidation there. Fear. But through it, she’s horny. She wouldn’t be jerking me so sensually otherwise.
I take her lace top and tug on it carefully so not to rip her work uniform, gently revealing her breasts. Perfect nickel-sized nipples that I want to wrap my mouth around. She’s becoming almost impossible to resist.
“It’s huge,” she whispers, moaning as I kiss on her.
“It’s wet.” I stick two fingers into her pussy before she can resist me, and her voice evaporates. “No?” I ask again.
She says nothing, and instead jerks me harder, which in body language means more . My thumb tickles her clit, giving her pleasure to the point she’s distracted from what she’s doing. Good, because I want in. And if she won’t let me fuck her, then I’m at least going to have my appetizer.
I grab her wrist and give her a passionate kiss. Our eyes are closed, but I have an ulterior motive. When I take my fingers out of her pussy, I tease them around her lips so we can taste her juice together. It’s fucking honey. Prissy, untainted honey .
Lifting her leg up makes her gasp that I might stick my cock in. But I won’t. I may be a ruthless animal, but I do not fuck with women’s boundaries. But that doesn’t mean I won’t push the envelope.
Falling to my knees, I kiss her inner thigh. It’s so warm. So perfect. This is how I imagine a wolf sees red before a meal.
I wait for a protest, but it never comes, so my tongue slithers deep into her perfect pussy. Her second lips are petite, her taste is sublime – the best I’ve ever had – and her moan is of a genuine innocence I’ve never heard.
“You’re being a naughty boy, Trino,” she moans, both hands messing my hair, pulling me closer to her pelvis. “So this is what it means— oh!”
“I’ll turn you into a nymph yet,” I promise, diving back in before she has time to get her thoughts about her.
Her legs are starting to shiver as I rotate my tongue to her clit, shoving my fingers back in. I’d play with her ass too, but I don’t want to freak her out on the first orgasm. She’s so fresh, though. It’s fucking inviting.
“ Trino ,” she moans, her mouth open in joy, eyes closed. Such a raw reaction – like I’m taking her to a different plane.
Good. You need to know what’s good for you.
“Don’t stop. Don’t—don’t—mmph!” She stops speaking, thrusting her pelvis hard into a pulsing mess over my face. God it’s good. I’m as hard as a rock just pleasuring her.
When she finally calms, her fists around my hair loosen, and she crumples slowly to the floor in orgasmic defeat.
“Wow. Fucking, wow . It’s like you threw a grenade in my hole and let it blow,” she exhales. “Now I know how Charlotte felt after going from Trey to Harry.”
“The fuck are you saying?” I chuckle awkwardly.
She exhales again. “Never mind. Sex and the City joke.”
“I’m losing wood here.” I stand to full height to show her.
Why is she such a goof?
“Oh right. Sorry, just… this never happened to me before.”
“An orgasm?” My brow furrows.
“From a man, yes.”
My eyebrow arcs in curiosity.
“No. No . That’s not what I mean. I only get them solo. ’Til now, that is. Goddamn . C’mere, baby.” She gets back to her knees and grabs a handful of me, stroking it near her face.
“Fuck that feels good.” I let my head fall back.
Her mouth is so close to it. Please put it in. Please . I push my hand over her head, a reminder of what she just did to me. Reciprocation is in order, Capri.
She purposely resists, ’cause she knows what it’s doing to me. Looking down to see a hot-pink-stringed lawyer with a perfect body wrestling with her goodiness. This is whole other level of hot.
“How’s it feel?” She looks up at me, tilting her head as she strokes it.
“Put it in,” I beg.
She puckers her lips and jerks it harder, as if she’s thinking about it. “I don’t think it’ll fit.”
“Let’s try.” I tease it closer to her face.
She opens her mouth, but doesn’t let it in. Fucking— Oh!
Her tongue licks the head, and that right there almost makes me blow my load. Unexpected—
“Tastes good, baby. But I still don’t think it’ll fit. Let’s see.” She wraps her entire mouth around it, and a fresh river of blood waterfalls into my cock. The veins twisting as I stretch open her mouth is an amazing visual. Something about a pure woman. Fuck.
She moans and gurgles. Not like a whore, but like someone who’s genuinely enjoying it. Either she’s the best actress in the world, or—
My God, fuck. Here it comes.
She knows it too. How?
Does my face give it—
“Mph, baby.” She pulls it out of her mouth for a moment just to dive back in.
I explode like a cannon into the back of her throat. When I’m done, her big blue eyes soften like she’s savoring a meal.
For someone who never experienced an orgasm at the hands of another before… she sure knows how to turn me on.
“Damn, Capri. I have to give it to you.”
She swallows completely and wipes her mouth. “You already did. That’s why I gave it back.” She lets her hands fall to her sides. “Now look at me, a whore in whore’s clothing, trying to wipe the cum off my lips. I really have fallen, huh?” She smiles wide at me, and I turn away to hide my smile.
This woman.