Chapter 7
Gia
Bangos is pretty dead tonight. I actually have time to sit in the break room and scroll through my feed. It’s been a long few days, if I’m being honest. Apologizing to Davy – my last Tinder date – took a lot out of me. I told him my brother could be a little overprotective. Then I begged for him not to be mad. Too bad I was talking to myself the whole time. No response. No acknowledgement. Nothing.
It makes me wonder if Marco gouged out his eyes or something awful. Which brings me to my real dilemma. Castor… the man who has stolen all my attention. It’s been a struggle not to text him. Driving a wedge between him and Marco would be a shitty thing to do. But three wet dreams later, I caved.
I’m happy I did, too. We’ve been bantering all day and night, much more than the stupid apps give. I don’t think I could’ve been any more blunt, either.
Thinking of that sleeve of gold coins brings me back to him suavely paying me at his booth. Will he show up to collect, maybe even just to see me?
I hope so.
One look at my stocking makes me scoff – torn on a splinter leading into the dining area. I wanted to look my best in case he paid a visit. Oh well, he’ll have to settle for short skirt uniform with a side of trashy tonight. Maybe he’ll like that a little bit of my leg is showing.
Checking on my tables for the third time in thirty minutes is all I can really do to pass the time. One of them is a particularly entertaining set of men blowing off steam after work. They look like they just took a limo from Wall Street. Slicked-back hair, fitted suits, tie-clips.
“Hey, hun, been waiting for you my whole life.” The man at the end with a full head of ‘American Psycho’ hair waves pleasantly at me. “Can I tell you a secret?” He flicks his fingers for me to come closer, and I stare comically at his friends to check if it’s safe.
“I won’t bite, I promise.”
I roll my eyes and lean in, giving him my ear.
“I’m a little shy, but would you consider a date with me after your shift?”
My first thought is – he’s hot. A little cringy, but definitely someone deserving of a date. My second, third, fourth, and fifth thoughts are: Castor. What if he shows up later and I’m seen leaving with this guy?
I can’t linger too long, because he’ll know I’m lying, so I beckon his ear next.
“I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends, but I have a boyfriend. So let’s leave it at a maybe so you can save face. Yes?”
He stalls – I can sense the defeat in his expression, then nods at me.
“Is there anything I can get you boys?” I stand up straight and resume my bubbly server persona.
“Yes! What did you tell Dimitri?” All of the guys lean in closer, waiting for me to talk.
“You’ll have to ask him when I’m gone. Last chance. Drinks?” I raise my eyebrows.
I collect their orders and put it in with the bartender – who asks if they’re giving me trouble. They’re harmless, and that’s the truth, so I go back to the break room for a few minutes and check my phone like a junkie. Oh my God, a text from him:
“The one on the left likes you.”
I forget how to breathe. He’s watching me. Castor DeMatteo is freakin’ watching me do my job. Tingles run up and down my legs. He actually came – I can’t believe it. I dig into my bag, happy to give back the sleeve of gold that I in no way earned.
One look in the mirror tells me I’m presentable, so I shove the sleeve into my little apron pocket and rush out to deliver the drink orders, eyeing all corners of the restaurant on the way.
He’s not in here, I tell myself. Where are you watching me from, mister?
I put my hands on my hips in the middle of the restaurant, then freeze like a deer in headlights, because, well, a car is flashing headlights through the window across the parking lot.
It’s a dreary night outside. Raining with puddles everywhere. Does he expect me to rush out there in the middle of my shift?
I don’t know, but that’s exactly what I’m doing.
“Need five, maybe ten.” I hold hands with Natty, the other server on shift.
Here’s to hoping no one recognizes that black-on-black Range Rover, because if they do, Stacey and the whole world will know something’s up.
Worse. Way worse. What if Marco is watching?
No, triple worse – what if Marco’s with him?
Shut up, just go, drop off your coins, and get back to work.
I grab one of the menus and make a little tent over my head when no one’s looking. “Shit.” I take a step back when one of the cars passing by nearly drenches me, then haul ass to get to his car. Wait, maybe it’s not his car.
There’s no one in the driver or passenger seats, so I tentatively slow down, noting that my flats are getting soaked. I hop back and gasp when the back door flings open, and a gold-ringed hand beckons me closer.
“What the hell, Castor? You scared the shit out of me.” I scoot into the roomy SUV and shake the menu free of rain.
Castor reaches over to shut the door for me, and I get a whiff of that familiar luxury cologne that makes me want to swoon into his arms. He leans back and stares, not uttering a word, just letting the air linger between us.
I try to ignore my draw to him and pull out the infamous sleeve that brought us together again. “Welp, since you’re being positively creepy, I’ll just be leaving this right here, and I’ll be on my way.”
He smirks at that, then nods toward the restaurant. “I saw you giving that boy attention in there. You like him?”
My brow furrows. “The last thing I need is another Marco-type watching over me, Mr. Bull. Speaking of, what if he’s watching me right now?”
“I sent him on an errand,” Castor says smoothly.
“And what if one of his boys is keeping watch?” I challenge.
“Marco’s boys report to me, Gia.”
A part of me likes that he said that, but seeds of doubt are quick to blossom in my belly. “Trying to act all big as you sneak me into your car?”
I shouldn’t play with his ego like that, but I can’t help myself. I know he’s uneasy around my brother.
“It’s out of respect,” he says.
“Did you finger me out of respect too?”
We both break into a grin at that.
“Listen, kid. I didn’t come here to collect.” He takes the sleeve and reaches carefully for my apron. My heartrate rises the closer his fingers get to my waist. I want to grab his wrist with both hands and shove him back where he belongs, but when he tucks the sleeve away, I don’t know what to think. “I wanted to see you,” he says flatly. “All this dancin’ we’ve been doing over the phone…”
He lets unspoken words hang in the air between us, and my thoughts go on overdrive. Where is he going with this? Making me think he might actually be into me is making me crazy.
I tilt my head. “I kind of wanted to see you too.”
“Good.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. “’Cause I got you something.”
“A little early for a proposal,” I tease.
“It’s the only way Marco would accept me,” he quips back so fast I get scared it might actually be an engagement ring.
Um, why isn’t he smiling?
“Castor…” I lean back, terrified.
He finally breaks. “I’m fucking with you. Here, I had my guy make this.” He opens the box, revealing a dainty gold ‘G’ intertwined with a rose laying over a cushion. The pin is intricate and beautiful, and… no one has ever gotten me something so thoughtful.
I’m lying.
No one that I liked ever got me something so thoughtful.
“Castor…” I’m speechless.
“C’mon, don’t make a thing of it. I was at the shop earlier, was thinking about you, so I had it made.” He flips over the collar of my work-blouse, and gently sticks the pin in so the G is looking up at me. “Next time you’re having a rough day, you can think of how I shower you in gold.”
“Kind of feels like you’re drowning me in it.” I shake my apron, making the sleeve of coins jangle.
“Drama queen of the year award goes to…”
I play with my little pin, making it shimmer in what light there is in the downpour. “It’s beautiful.”
“Fourteen carat. I wanted to make it thicker, but I also didn’t want to weigh you down at work.”
“It’s perfect, Castor. I love it.” When I look up again, there’s a big hunk of man sliding closer to me.
“Skip out on work. Come with me, I’ll take you to dinner where you’ll be served. What are you in the mood for? Italian?”
Yes, but not the food.
“Castor, I can’t.”
“Don’t do it to me, kid.” He puts a hand on his chest. “I couldn’t bear a rejection.”
“I never miss a shift, no matter how sad, or hungover, or—”
He leans in to kiss me, and I shut up on the spot.
My lips soften to accept his. God, had I known he tasted this good… I wouldn’t have let him leave that night. The slight suction of his minty breath pulls all of the heat up from my chest and disperses it all over my body. Had he been planning to kiss me?
When his big hand cradles around my ribs, I get the green light to put mine behind his head.
I scrunch his hair in my grip, telling him I don’t want this moment to end.
When we do stop to take a breath, my chest is rising and falling like I just ran a marathon, and when he opens his pearly blue eyes, it nearly seizes. We both smirk, lingering in the intense pull we’ve unleashed. Then go right back in for more. His tongue rolls into mine as his fingers start to inch away from my side and toward my belly.
He’s ripping my shirt up out of my skirt to feel skin-on-skin. His hand is warm. Like, fire warm. Do I make him hot too?
“Castor,” my voice is weak as he claws down. “I have to get back to work.” I’m saying things, but I make no move to stop him. I’ve been aching for three days to feel his hands on me again.
“Yeah, we all have places to be, don’t we?” He wriggles through the elastic of my skirt to find a pool of damp heat near my slit. When he exhales a moan upon reaching it, I’m that much more turned on.
Is it naughty that I freshened up down there mid-shift just in case?
He rubs me over the panties, and this time I wasn’t dumb enough to wear my avogatos. It’s a burning building between my legs, and when he curves two fingers to apply pressure, I forget all of my troubles.
I bite his lip gingerly, then stick my tongue more aggressively into his mouth. More. I reach for his cock, but he grabs my hand to stop me again. Déjà vu.
Not this time.
“If I haven’t seen that bulge before when we were teenagers, I’d be worried you didn’t have a dick.”
He cackles low, making the back seat vibrate, then let’s me overpower him so I can finally get a handful of that girthy cock tangled under his slacks. I realize it’s a full-blown poisonous snake as I run my fist up and down, tracing the shape.
I’m thrilled to see his breathing labored now. He makes me feel desired, and I need to repay him for that. I tug at his belt, making a lot of noises as I wrestle to open his pants. All the while his gold rings click together as he shoves my panties aside to get the real deal.
I freeze when those two familiar sausages dance in my hole. There’s nothing I can do about it, so I bite at his shoulder to tell him what he’s doing to me, then he pushes harder inside me. I yelp with pleasure, kicking off my flats and bracing on the car door, snaking one leg around him, so he can push his fingers into me as hard as he desires.
“Mmph,” I moan, still weakly reaching inside his pants. Every move he makes slows me down, sending me into a deeper daze. His hand fondles my breast, then he circles my nipple, erupting new waves of tingles. Too much stimulation is turning me into an animal. I finally whip down his slacks and underwear in one go to unleash a rock-hard cock. It’s bigger than I imagined, and the gold ring around it makes me chuckle.
“Really?” I look up at him, then my eyes roll into the back of my head when he massages my clit just so. “Fuck, Castor.” I squirm around, twisting until I’m almost on my belly so I can wrap my mouth around the mushroom head and start jerking him as I suck. He tastes so good. I love the musk in my face, because it’s his.
This is the moment I dreamt about when I was a teenager, watching him from my room. I should’ve been one of those girls he brought over. Now, I am.
I’m sure to look up at him whenever I come out of my pleasure-filled daze.
The windows are all fogged up like the Titanic, but I don’t think Jack had a cock ring, and Kate wasn’t wearing a pair of ripped tights that she wanted to tear off her body so she could breathe.
His hands are getting more aggressive. He wraps them around my button-down shirt, and I fear he might tear it off me. I grab it while I’m sucking, and bob my head up and down harder, telling him to focus here – on my mouth, giving you the best head of your life.
I come up for air, still holding onto his third leg with two hands. “I’m late,” I say, remembering where I am. “Someone might come looking. Cum in my mouth, Castor.” Before he could respond, I wrap my mouth over his cock again, swirling my tongue around it.
He moans and throws his head back, clenching his perfect ass cheeks so his cock shoves against the back of my throat.
He digs his fingers ring-deep into me, forcing me to release him as I gasp back a moan. This is the highlight of my week. Better than being fingered under the table in front of a bunch of mobsters. We’re in private, sort of. And when I feel his cock start to pulse in my mouth, I know it’s coming.
He rips me by the hair off of him – saliva still connecting me to his cock. I wipe my mouth and get to my knees.
“Not yet,” is all he says, and scoops me with one arm to straddle him. His cock separates us as I sit on his lap. My face is flushed with heat, and my slit swirls like it’s on fire in the best way. I want all of Castor DeMatteo. Always have. But when he lifts me by my ass cheeks, I press both my hands on his chest to stop him.
“Do you have protection?”
“I do, Gia. But there’s no way I’m sullying the experience with you.”
We stare at each other hard. My chest weakens at his declaration, but my arms still hold firm. I feel special, and have no idea if he’s saying it to get what he wants. But you know what? I want it too.
I let my arms cave so I drop onto him like a wet puzzle piece, and the explosion of pleasure is immense. His girth forces my slit to hug his cock like a jacket that’s too small. It feels good to be stretched by him, and when he hugs me fully with both arms, I nearly black out.
Sitting on him while in his arms is all that I ever wanted, and when I rock forward just a tiny bit, I realize there’s more. Much more.
“Gia.” He reaches down to dangle my clit while I ride him, and it makes me go faster. I wasn’t close to orgasm before, because in the back of my mind, I’m scared about work. All of that’s fled. The only thing that matters is him inside me.
Analyzing his primal expression makes me crazy. I want to make him never forget this ride. Every time I rock my pelvis forward, another wave of heat rushes around my clit, building something monstrous inside me.
He reaches up and plants his perfect lips on mine. We moan into each other’s mouths, our bodies riling. I had no idea the cool metal of a ring could make the pleasure even better. It squeezes into me to offset the heat, adding another level of sensation I didn’t know I needed.
Understanding my fears, Castor carefully lifts my shirt so as not to rip any more of my uniform, and circles my nipple with his tongue before biting down. He’s pumping with me now – ramming his cock up into my stomach. Both my hands push hard on the car ceiling, so he remains as deep as possible.
Then he whips me off of him and rests me gently on the leather. He’s like a steed over me. A tattooed, blue-eyed, gold-wrapped steed. He presses his cock on my clit, making me squirm on the leather. I bite my lip while holding his eyes, electricity and fire sparking in the air between us.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Castor.”
He shakes his head. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s against all of the rules.” He shoves his cock back in me, and my neck cranes as I scratch at the door behind me. I’m spread eagle – one foot on the front seat, one over his shoulder.
“Why does it…”
He pounds me.
“Feel—”
Harder. I’m going to cum!
“So—”
I’m right there!
“Good?”
My legs shiver as contractions of ecstasy roll through my body. His cock is pulsing too, I can feel it. He squeezes both my ankles and holds until my orgasm is done, and then pulls out, squeezing his cock in hand to hold back the cum.
I dive forward and give him the best visual I can offer. I know men – they like to see things. So I stick my tongue out and cradle the bottom of his head with it, just in time so he busts in my mouth. I don’t flinch, I don’t shy away. I just stare up and enjoy his uncontrollable expression as he feels the ecstasy he just gave me. I then double-down and wrap my mouth around his cock one last time to suck the remaining remnants of his orgasm into me.
That was the hottest sex of my life.
And now I’m ruined.