11. Finn
When we make it back to the house, I send a text to my security team that no one is to come into the house until I tell them otherwise. The jog back home was fucking torturous. Every damn time I thought about the way Alessia’s ass jiggled when I slammed into her from behind, the memory had the blood rushing to my cock. Thank God she’s a fast fucking runner because I was moments away from saying fuck it and pulling her behind a tree so I could sink inside her again.
“Get upstairs. We need a shower, then I need to eat your pussy until you come on my face,” I tell her as she slips through the doorway.
“You have a way with words, husband,” she replies with sarcasm heavy in her tone.
“I have a way with my tongue too, wife.” My hand comes down on her delectable ass, and she yelps in surprise. Her gaze meets mine, and she gives me that death stare that turned me the fuck on the first time I saw it at her parents’ house. This time, though, there’s something else in her eyes. It’s desire and excitement and maybe a little apprehension, as if she doesn’t know what to expect with this new turn of events. That makes two of us, but I figure the answers will come eventually. The only thing that matters to me in this particular moment is seeing her spread out on my sheets, wearing nothing as I take my time getting to know every inch of her body. I wasn’t fucking kidding when I said I had a multitude of fantasies about every which way I was going to have her. The first is going to be in my shower with me on my knees eating her wet cunt.
We head up the stairs, and Alessia turns toward her door and begins to walk inside before I grasp her arm and whirl her around.
“Where the hell are you going?” I ask.
“To take a shower?” Her confusion would be cute if I wasn’t so damn wound up.
“You’re going to the wrong room. When I said shower, I meant my shower. When I say bed, I mean my bed, and when I say I’m going to play out every fucking fantasy I’ve had of you these last weeks, I mean that too.”
“Finn, all of my shampoo and things are in my shower already.” Her reasoning for wanting to go to her shower doesnt deter me in the least.
“I have all that shit in my shower, Alessia.”
She opens her mouth to protest, so I do the only sensible thing I can think of and bend at the waist, wrapping my arms around her thighs before I throw her over my shoulder.
“Finn! Are you fucking insane?” she screeches.
“You should have listened to me,” I reply as my hand lays a resounding slap against her ass.
I take several long strides into my room, slamming the door before I carry her to my shower and deposit her inside.
“You’re such a fucking caveman,” she huffs out.
“Role-play. I like it.” My lips quirk up in a smirk as I throw her a wink.
Alessia glares at me, but there’s no real heat behind it. She looks around the large shower stall with dual heads and dark-gray tile, mimicking river rock. Her eyes widen when she spots bottles of the same shampoo and conditioner she uses on the shelf. Then her gaze travels to mine, a question in her expression.
“I like the way your hair smells,” is all I say before kneeling in front of her and tapping her foot. She lifts it, and I take off her running shoe and her sock before I move to her other foot and do the same.
“That’s not stalkerish at all,” she jokes, but when I stand to my full height and rip my shirt over my head, any further words or arguments she has die on her lips. It’s similar to the look she gave me this morning in the kitchen, and I fucking preen like a goddamn peacock under her appreciative stare.
“Your turn.” I point to her shirt, and the little minx tilts her lips in a small smile before lifting it over her head, bra and all, and throwing her top over my head.
This is the first moment I’ve seen my wife fully topless. My eyes drink up her round breasts and all the smooth tan skin on display. I no longer have to imagine what color her perfect dusty-rose nipples are that are pointed into tight buds, begging for my mouth.
I grab Alessia around the waist, slamming her body to mine and feeling all of her curves against my naked chest. My hand loops in her hair, and I yank her head back, tipping her head up so I can smash my mouth to hers. The kiss is raw and desperate, our tongues battling for dominance. Her small hands claw at my back, and she digs her nails into my skin, which elicits a low growl from deep within my chest.
Fuck, I love a woman who gives as good as she gets.
I slap my hand on the shower valve and turn it on. Alessia lets out a squeak as cold water pours over us, but it quickly heats to the perfect temperature.
My lips trail down the column of her long neck, biting and sucking on the wet skin. My mouth finds her hard nipple, and I release the grip I have on her hair before plumping her breast in my hand and biting down hard on the bud in my mouth. Alessia lets out a loud moan as her fingers dig into my scalp, pulling the short strands. Her skin is sweet and warm from the steam of the shower, and a feral groan escapes me as I feast on her full tits. Fuck, I’ve thought about this, pleasured myself with images of this very thing over and over, but no matter how many times I imagined us in this position, it’s nothing compared to the real thing.
“That feels so good, Finn.”
A smile crosses my lips and I look up to find her eyes on me. Sinking to my knees, I trail both hands down her flat stomach to the waist of her shorts and roll them over her ass and down her toned legs. She lifts one foot at a time so I can remove the offending material completely before tossing it outside the shower stall.
What I see in front of me has my mouth watering for a taste. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal and my release from earlier. I bury my face between her legs and part her lower lips with my tongue, her taste flooding my mouth.
Alessia squeals and pulls on my hair. “Let me clean up first.”
I growl and glare up at her. “If you’re worried about that shit, I’m obviously not doing this right.”
I grab her hips and push her back to the shower wall before throwing a leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. My lips and tongue attack her clit, and I spear two fingers inside her, then curl them, running them over the bundle of nerves inside of her as my tongue flicks her swollen clit at a punishing pace.
Moans and curses fall from her lips as she yanks on my hair, but she’s no longer concerned with the bullshit she was saying before about needing to clean herself for me. Why the fuck should she? I plan on eating her out and coming inside her repeatedly for the rest of the day and night, and I’m not going to stop for a fucking shower every time.
It doesn’t take long before my wife’s slick walls begin to tremble and tighten around my fingers.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she says as though she needs to tell me. What kind of clueless men has she been with in the past? Clearly, she’s been with men who can’t tell when she’s about to come. Fucking pathetic.
Her pussy clamps down around my fingers, and she lets out an ear-piercing scream that echoes off the shower walls. It’s fucking music to my ears.
My fingers slow, but my tongue keeps at her as she comes down from her orgasm. I stand and grab her by the back of her head and smash my mouth to hers again, shoving my tongue inside so she can taste herself.
“There will never be a time when I won’t want your taste in my mouth or all over my face. I don’t give a shit if I’ve just come inside you, or if you haven’t showered after a workout, or any other bullshit some asshole told you. I will eat you out any time, day or night, and I’ll love every second of it. Understood?”
“How do you make me want to kiss you and punch the hell out of you at the same time?” she asks, and I smile wide.
“It’s my Irish charm.”
Alessia rolls her eyes and looks down at my drenched shorts and my cock begging for an escape. Her hand moves to the waistband, but I catch her wrist and bring it to my mouth, kissing her pulse point.
“Let’s finish our shower. The next time I bury myself inside you, I want to have a little more space and a hell of a lot more time.”
The little pout that turns down the edges of Alessia’s mouth is fucking adorable, but it doesn’t change my mind. I shuck my sopping wet shorts and throw them outside the shower. Pouring a generous amount of Alessia’s shampoo into my hand, I instruct her to tilt her head back so I can wash her hair. She has a look of surprise on her face but does as I ask. I can’t really blame her. This is the first time I’ve washed a woman’s hair, but there’s something instinctual in me that calls for me to take care of my wife’s needs. I’m not going to look too closely at it, though. Today isn’t the day for introspection, as far as I’m concerned.
When I finish with her hair, I quickly wash my own as she grabs a bottle of body wash and rubs the lather over my body, paying special attention to my still-hard cock.
“Vixen,” I growl, and she laughs, shrugging her shoulder.
We finish our shower, and before she can step out of the bathroom, I pick her up and throw her on the black silk sheets of my bed. Alessia lets out a squeak of surprise then gives me a flat, unamused look.
“You don’t know what that defiant look does to me, Alessia.” I kneel on the California King mattress and spread her legs wide. “Every time I’d see that look in your eyes these last few weeks, it was all I could do not to throw you down on the closest flat surface and fuck you until your eyes rolled back in your head.”
“You should have tried. I may have surprised you,” she says with an impish grin.
I let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, you ripping my dick off would have surprised the shit out of me alright.” And I certainly wasn’t going to take that chance.
Alessia looks at the heavy appendage jutting straight toward her. “You should try it now.”
“Grab the headboard and hold on tight.” Her arms quickly lift to the dark wooden slat behind her, and I grab her hip with one hand, using my other to line my cock up with her center and push into her tight heat.
“Fuck. Your pussy was made to take me.” I look down at where we’re connected then back to her face. Her eyes are half-lidded as her breaths come out in short pants in time with every one of my thrusts inside her.
With one hand holding her hip, I bring my other to her mouth and she parts her lips, allowing me to push a finger inside. Her tongue swirls around the digit as she releases a moan. I remove my finger from her mouth and press it to her clit, rubbing furiously.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my dick. I want to feel you fucking strangle me with your pussy.”
I’m pushing into her at a brutal pace as sweat drips from my brow and down my temples.
“Oh, God. Fuck. I’m going to come,” she yells, and I feel her tighten before she lets out a high-pitched scream. I look at her eyes, and sure enough, they’re rolled back as wave after wave hits her. Seeing her so swept away in her orgasm and the way she tightly pulses around me tips me over the edge, and I release myself deep within her on a roar. Jesus fucking Christ, I’ve never had a woman make me come so hard and so fast in my entire life.
It takes several long moments to catch my breath before I pull myself from her body and watch our combined releases leak from her pussy. I’ve never had sex without a condom, so I never understood the satisfaction the sight in front of me would bring. Although, I highly doubt I would feel this way about anyone other than my wife splayed out in front of me, looking thoroughly fucked and completely sated. Prowling up her body, I lower my mouth to hers for a deep kiss as she wraps her arms around my damp back.
“Come here,” I command, rolling to my back and taking her with me so she’s draped over my chest.
“We’re going to take a nap, then you’re going to sit on my face so I can eat you out again before I fuck you from behind.”
“Jesus Christ, Finn. You’re so damn bossy.” Alessia releases a tired chuckle but doesn’t object to my plan.
“I told you I had every intention of living out every one of my fantasies. Now rest up. You’re going to need your energy.”
She tries to lift her body from mine, surely so she can tell me to go fuck myself, but I tighten my grip around her waist, and she settles.
“Brute,” she says with a huff.
“You fucking like it.”
She doesn’t say anything, and I peer down at her. Her eyes are closed while a small smile plays on her lips.
Yeah, she isn’t going anywhere.
The rest of the day passes in a blur of sex, insults from my lovely wife, and more sex.
We finally make it downstairs around eight at night to scrounge up some food. The house is quiet, not surprising since I told my men we weren’t to be disturbed. Even my phone wasn’t ringing off the hook, which is a damn miracle in and of itself.
Alessia grabs a bunch of ingredients from the fridge and pantry so we can throw together some sandwiches. She makes one for herself and takes a big bite.
“You’re not going to make one for your husband?” I ask, watching her lick the mustard from the corner of her mouth. Goddamn, I need her to do that with my cock.
“You have two hands.”
“You know,” I start as I take some bread from the bag and place it on my plate. “You were a lot less mouthy in my fantasies.”
Alessia shrugs and swallows her mouthful. “That’s your problem. It’s not like you didn’t have a good idea of who you married on our wedding day. What about me says I’m the cook for my man type?”
“I’ll give you that, but a sandwich is hardly cooking. I assumed I was marrying a proper Italian woman who liked to cook.”
“That’s what you get for assuming. You married an Italian woman who likes to eat. The cooking we left to the staff or my mother.”
“Is it too late to change my mind?”
Alessia narrows her eyes and glares at me. “Depends. Do you like having your dick attached to your body?”
“I’m fond of it there. And so are you.”
I lean over and risk a kiss from the annoyed woman in front of me. She obliges, and it only takes seconds for me to forget about my growling stomach. I turn her back to the counter and lift her, setting her down and stepping between her spread legs before she wraps her limbs around me, never breaking the kiss.
Just as I’m about to rip her shirt down the middle so I can see her tits bounce in my face, my fucking phone starts vibrating on the marble counter next to me.
I look down and see Cillian’s name flash on the screen. Dammit. I’d love to ignore the call and continue with my plan for Alessia’s body and this countertop, but Cillian doesn’t generally call unless it’s important.
“Yeah,” I answer after the second ring.
“We have some movement on Cataldi. Thought you might want to know. One of our contacts saw him downtown, heading into a strip club.”
“Fuck. Did they see him leave or know if he’s still in there?”
“Says they haven’t seen him leave yet.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you at your place.”
I disconnect the call and look at my wife.
“You have to go,” she says. I don’t miss the disappointment in her voice. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring me a small sense of delight, knowing she doesn’t want me to leave.
“Yeah. Cillian got a tip about Cataldi. Hopefully I won’t be home too late.”
Alessia quirks her brow and tilts her head to the side.
“Okay, hopefully I’ll be home before sunrise.”
She nods and pushes me back a step so she can hop off the counter.
“Do me a favor,” I say, looping my arm around her waist and pulling her flush against my chest. “Sleep in my bed tonight.”
“You won’t even be there,” she replies.
“No, but I want to think of you there.” I lean down for a soft kiss.
Alessia nods and looks me in the eye. “Then you have to do me a favor.”
I nod and smile at my little dealmaker of a wife.
“Don’t die tonight.”
“Death wouldn’t be so cruel as to take me the first night I finally get to sink between your thighs.”
Alessia rolls her green eyes and smacks my chest. “God, save the lines.”
“For who? I’m a married man now.”
“Lucky me,” she says with sarcasm dripping from each syllable.
“No, baby. Lucky me.”
After meeting at Cillian’s place, we get in one car and drive to the club Carlo was known to frequent, parking out front. It’s one of the few that doesn’t have any affiliation with the Italians or our family.
“Did you talk to your guy?” I ask Cillian, not wanting to be sitting in this small sedan all night while my wife is waiting for me in my bed. If she’s still asleep when I get home, maybe I’ll take it upon myself to move all her things into my bedroom. I’m sure she’ll appreciate that. Yeah right.
“It’s not a guy.”
“Wait. We’re relying on the word of a stripper?”
“Don’t be a dick, Finn. Yes, we’re relying on the word of a stripper. She’s a nice girl, and you sound like a judgmental asshole.”
“Sorry, I just didn’t realize you made friends at strip clubs. Most men don’t come here for coffee and a chat.”
“Shut the fuck up. Let’s go in and see if we spot him. I don’t want to sit in a car all night with your ass.”
We’d decided to dress in casual clothes and baseball caps to look like any other Joe Schmo ready for some fun.
“Fine by me,” I tell my lieutenant, and we head in.
The dark club is packed, so we take a table toward the back of the building. I order two drinks from the waitress, who has to lean in close to hear me over the thumping bass of the music blaring from the speakers.
“How’s married life?” Cillian asks, scanning the club.
A grin spreads across my face before I can answer.
“You fucked her.” He isn’t asking a question, and his tone has my hackles rising.
“Cillian, I’m going to say this one time—watch your tone when it comes to Alessia. She’s my wife, and she will be given respect.”
Cillian stares at me wordlessly for a beat then nods. “Fine.” He takes a sip of his beer the waitress dropped off and continues scanning the crowd. “She know you’re at a strip club?”
I sit back casually in my seat, keeping my ball cap low across my forehead. “I didn’t tell her, but she’d understand. She knows how important it is to find Cataldi.”
“Yeah. Wives are always understanding of their husbands watching a bunch of naked women dance around.”
I roll my eyes but keep my posture as casual as possible.
One of the bleach-blonde dancers comes over to our table and trails her hand over my shoulder and down my chest, stopping before she reaches my belt.
“How about a private dance, honey? Your friend can come too if he wants.”
Her fingers tease the waist of my pants, and I gently remove her hand from my body.
“Maybe later,” I say, not meaning it in the least, but not wanting her telling the other girls we aren’t interested. It’s strange that the best way to call attention to yourself in a club like this isn’t getting a lap dance but turning one down.
“Okay, I’ll be back. Maybe I’ll bring a friend with me.”
I smile, and she saunters off in her sky-high heels.
“How long do you think we should stay?” I ask Cillian.
“If we don’t spot him in the next couple hours, we’ll head to the casino, and I’ll pull up some footage from around the club. My source left for the night, but she didn’t see him leave.”
Cillian has a decent computer setup at his place. But I sank a shit ton of money into the one at the club, and I may have had a talented hacker friend of mine come in and open a few back doors that get me into the BPD camera feeds. I don’t want to start banging on doors, but I don’t want to sit here all night either. The problem with this club not being affiliated with our organization is we don’t have the same allowances afforded to us. They wouldn’t hesitate to call the cops if I made a scene.
“Fucking Cataldi. I can’t wait till we get rid of this guy. He’s seriously fucking with my plans,” I mumble.
Cillian just sips his beer and leans farther back in his chair.
Looks like I’m in for a long night with the wet blanket sitting next to me.