Chapter 9
Castor
I can’t think, I can’t enjoy women, and the worst part? My best friend is fucking onto me. The drive back from Atlantic City is fast in the middle of the night. I left my entire crew to enjoy the after party without me. Hell, I don’t even give a shit that I’m not seeing the Russian off in the morning.
There’s only one thing on my mind.
Gia.
Now’s the perfect opportunity to see her. Marco’s waist-deep in coke and strippers, and there’s nothing left that my crew needs me for tonight or tomorrow. I pick up my burner, considering whether to text her, but think it’ll be better if I show up in person.
I’m running through logistics in my mind on the way back to New York – whether to call a meeting with Ronny the Shadow and Don Stallion at the same time to hash out the plan, or just hit up the Stallion alone. He’s the true Don, after all. The Shadow just pulls whatever strings he can from jail. Soon, my crew will be the top dogs right under them. We’re already the best earners by a mile. All that’s left is some big connections that the mob can’t do without.
I’m a hustler and a businessman first and foremost.
Or at least, I was.
My thoughts jumble again to my twenty-third birthday. We were at Splitinos on Cross Bay Boulevard with a bunch of friends. Drinks were flowing, food to die for, and then Marco showed up. His mom made him bring Gia along – God knows why. But that’s when I really noticed her for the first time. Eighteen years old and blossoming into the beautiful woman she is today. Braces off, nice set of Bs, backside carved by the Italian sculptors. Thanks, Mrs. Castellano.
There was a spark all the way back then. She gave me eyes as soon as she walked through the door. Except there was no way in hell I’d give them back. Me and Marco were tighter then. We had a bond that couldn’t be broken, and we were both working toward the same thing – building our crew to one day be rich and respected.
Now things have changed. He’s been to jail six times since. Turned into a drug-slinging hothead I can barely trust except to put the fear of God in our enemies. I still love him like a brother… but I no longer think of Gia as a sister. That little spark that had been almost easy to snuff out back then… it’s grown into a damn inferno I can’t stop myself from sinking into.
The highway lights zooming by overhead are hypnotic. I’m in and out of a daze filled with my past. The fraying relationship with Marco hanging on by a thread. I look at my fist scrunched over the steering wheel, the ring on my middle finger that he bought me that day. It’s a golden skull with a spatula and dough-roller crossed behind it. Means we’re Italian brothers who love crime and food. Makes it hard to look at when I’m on my way to see his sister.
Fuck!
I hit the wheel hard. Guilt weighs like a ton of bricks. Because I’m not just going to fuck her. Hell, maybe it would be better if I was. The truth is, I enjoy her company, and I can’t wait to see her. Did becoming a capo get to my head? Am I overstepping?
I can’t help myself.
I pull off the highway and down a handful of streets until I get to her shabby two-family house, where she resides on the first floor. My heartrate is elevated, and so is my cock. Showing up at two in the morning only means one thing – booty call – but I’m going to do my best to resist her. I have to know if there’s something real beneath the hood of our lust. I won’t put us at risk of the Hairtrigger otherwise.
I’m careful not to slam the car door as I make way to her stoop. I have less heart palpitations when I’m holding a gun to a thug’s head. The hell is she doing to me?
I look to the skull ring again – one of ten. Well, eleven if you count the one on my cock. The guilt is still there, and it’s writhing.
Bzzzt! I hit the old-style bell connected to the first floor. The lights are on inside, which is a good sign. Servers at Bangos are generally night owls, so maybe I’m not disturbing her.
What if she has another guy over? I run my hand over the gold pistol in the back of my pants. Blood-rush turns into adrenaline as I envision scenarios of blowing the brains out of someone touching my girl.
Relax, Bull. You didn’t make any declarations to her.
Oh yeah, then what was that golden pin, then?
My mind goes blank when a big-eyed hot woman with a disheveled ponytail swings open the door. She’s wearing a white apron smeared with paint, and short-shorts that are barely visible. She’s all leg. I want to spread them where she stands and stick it in.
“Do you always mumble to yourself?” she says, obviously excited to see me.
“Shut up.” I smirk. “Wasn’t sure if you’d be awake.”
“Well, I was waiting to see if the tooth-fairy would show up.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck the tooth-fairy.” I step inside uninvited and take note of how her breathing ramps up. She’s hot for me, same as I am for her. And when I stand over her, I can’t resist those lips for even a second.
I lean down and press my lips passionately against hers, washing away all my previous troubles.
“Quiet,” she whispers through a smile, guiding my hand to shut the door gingerly.
I lift her like I’m carrying her through the threshold, and she giggles when a fresh smear of white paint mushes against my blazer. “Mother fuck—”
“Shh!” Gia points up, signaling that her upstairs neighbor will wake up.
Once we’re in her apartment, both her hands cradle my face as she comes in for another juicy kiss. My body feels weightless every time we connect, all except for my cock, which is like a thousand-pound anchor in my pants. The things this woman does to me.
“I thought you were away on business.” She kicks her legs in my grasp.
“Came back early for you.”
She stops giggling, cheeks flushing red, reminding me all over again that this ain’t some sex-fueled exchange. She’s got me second guessing every move I make when it comes to her. I want more than just that tight pussy of hers – though having her so close isn’t making it any easier to resist after being away from her for so long.
I take a long breath and put her down. It takes an inhuman amount of strength not to take her right here.
“Castor?”
“Put some pants on. I’m taking you out.”
“It’s two in the morning,” she protests.
“Yeah, well, we haven’t been on a real date yet, just the two of us, and I want to figure out what this is.”
She averts away from my gaze.
Maybe that didn’t come out right? I have no idea what she’s thinking.
“Gia?”
She turns slowly, taking slow steps toward the back where I imagine her room is.
“Hello?” I say, then I nearly drop to my knees when she flashes her apron up to reveal her perfect ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts.
Mother of God.
She peers over her shoulder seductively, and all my willpower is gone. I stomp forward like a bull in heat, and I literally tear open her shorts to the perfect amount of jiggle. She gasps, her ass is red from the violent rip, and my face is buried in it.
One thing she doesn’t know about me yet, is I have a fetish for all things unconventional. I like sweat, I like raw, and everything taboo.
My tongue slithers under her gooch and right into her wet pussy. It does something extra to me that we both smell like paint now, and I can’t believe how good she tastes. I test the waters by pressing my tongue harder, inching toward her second hole.
“Castor,” she moans, both hands flat against the wall. “What are you—”
“Don’t move, Gia,” I interrupt and stick two fingers inside her pussy to sate her. Everything else is just extra. I lick around the rim of her second hole and feel her tense. But then why is she so wet? It’s like a river dripping all the way down to my palm.
My cock might rip through my slacks on its own at this point. I want to fuck every little hole she has. I stay there for a while, marinating in her fresh scent, enjoying her squirm and sticking her ass deeper into my face.
Smother me, Gia.
When she’s ripe and ready, I stand up, wipe my mouth, and spin her so she’s facing me. The apron falls to the floor on its own, and I have an amazing view of her nipples poking through a black shirt. Her breasts rise high when she’s panting, her whole body arching toward me like I’m a fuck-magnet.
She exhales heavily, then dives in to kiss me. Her tongue slides around mine. She likes my antics… I can tell. So I shove my pinky right into her asshole as I undo my pants.
“Mph!” she moans again, not sure whether to stop me or understand that this pleasure is worth it. “Let me.” She breaks away from my lips, but I grasp her hair to keep her static, and move in for another passionate kiss. My cock needs her pussy, now.
Once my pants are down, I lift her flat against the wall and tease my cock over her clit while continuously sticking her second hole with my pinky. She doesn’t know what to do with herself, and I love it. Her mouth is open, breathing labored, legs spread.
“Fuck me, Castor, now,” she begs.
“What if I don’t pull out?” I say as I stick it deep inside her.
Her mouth parts, but she doesn’t answer me.
“What if… I keep fucking.” I pump into her, making the entire apartment rumble. “And fucking.” Another pump makes her legs spread wider. “And fucking. Until your dripping with my seed.”
“What are—you saying,” she moans as I cross both her wrists above her head and pump her harder.
Her armpits are sweating, which makes my mouth salivate. I want to lick them clean, but I don’t want to scare her too much on our second fuck-date. I have to ease her into my madness, make her beg for more.
“Don’t stop,” she demands, so I pull out of her and start rubbing it on her clit.
“No! Don’t tease me. I’m going to cum. Stick it back in, please. Both ends, baby.”
When I realize what she’s asking for, it takes everything to hold back my load. Her bouncing breasts, tiny hard nipples, perfect belly, tight pussy. It’s a combination from hell.
When I stick my pinky back in, I don’t hold back this time. I finger it hard, to the point my ring rims the edge.
“Cum in me, Castor. I’m on birth control, it’s ok. I want it,” she moans, her voice trailing off as her head jerks back. “Oh!” Her legs shiver. I know that feeling from my car.
Her orgasms are intense.
She wraps her legs so hard around my back it feels like she’s trying to crack it. The pulsing over my cock radiates, massaging every inch of me… making me cum on the spot.
“Fuck, Gia.”
We both tense and hug each other.
I don’t feel anything but a geyser erupting endless amounts of semen far into her.
I haven’t cum in anything but a condom in as long as I can remember. This is a whole other level of pleasure.
Fuck.
My temples pulse as all my life momentarily leaves me. When she exhales and falls over my neck, everything feels right in the world. I’m glad I left AC.
A dual-orgasm isn’t something I’ve experienced often. It’s usually, her, then much later, me. But Gia has a hold on me.
“You know, I try to do something nice for you, and you turn me into an animal,” I growl.
She laughs into the crook of my neck. I gently put her down now that the heat is flushed out of me. Usually, I’d button up and get the fuck outta’ Dodge. But here? I don’t want to.
“Let me go clean up and I’ll give you the grand tour,” she says, planting a tiny kiss on my cheek.
We both look down at her thigh dripping with my cum. When she takes two fingers and smears a glob of it into her mouth, I know there’s a freak somewhere deep down in there.
“Mm, that’s good. Come give us a kiss.” She puckers at me, then laughs when I turn abruptly away.
“God, you’re fucking sicker than I am. Go rinse that filthy mouth.”