Chapter 18
RORI
The alarm bells going off in my head are blaring and trying to get me to pay the fuck attention, but I ignore them.
How can I when the man who is the bane of my existence, but also the man who has made me crave him like a junkie looking for their next fix, is currently tearing at my clothes like he’s going to die if he can’t get to me quickly enough?
Okay, so maybe he’s not the complete bane, but close enough. He’s been fighting this, fighting me, and I finally just accepted that this wasn’t going to happen.
Thank God I was wrong.
Fabric tears, buttons fly, until we’re both naked and skin to skin.
Oh yes, yes, this is exactly what I’ve been picturing.
All hard, thick muscle, heated skin, and a hard cock that’s thick enough, he might make me feel like he’s splitting me in two when he’s finally inside me.
He yanks me up as if I weigh nothing, his mouth never leaving mine as he slams me back against the wall.
A small, sharp pain fills my head, but then it’s gone as desire overtakes it.
My nails score through his hair, sliding over his scalp as his hands grip my ass so tight they’ll leave a mark.
His cock bobs against my ass at this angle, and I want it inside me so badly, but his mouth continues to plunder mine, brutal and punishing.
Like he’s angry that I’ve made him wait this long.
Or, more accurately, that I’ve pushed him to act on the attraction between us. The one we’ve been trying so hard to ignore.
I don’t want gentle; I don’t want slow.
I want him. Now.
I grip him by the hair, yanking his head back, and attack his jaw, biting and sucking on the skin, making him let out a low curse when I bite down on a sensitive part of his neck.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking at the pain and driving his cock hard into my ass, and I can feel the precum smearing onto my skin.
Mmm, someone likes that. When I go to do it again, he grips my hair and yanks my head back so hard that I see stars, but the pain doesn’t slow me down.
I score my nails over his scalp, but give my own hiss of pain, then a low groan of pleasure at the feel of his teeth gripping the tender skin of my neck. Have I mentioned how much I love that? My entire body shudders with pleasure, and I can feel my arousal coating his bare stomach.
Maybe I should feel ashamed of that, but fuck it. The only thing I want is more. No, need. I need more. I need him inside me, filling me up, and making it hurt so good in another way.
Alonzo Cattaneo is proportionate everywhere. He’s not pornstar-sized, but he’s definitely long enough that I know he’ll hit all the right spots, with a couple of inches to spare.
His fingers dig into my ass as he sucks on my neck. I need more. I want to feel him everywhere when we’re done. I grind my hips down; the friction of my clit on the muscles of his abs is so damn good.
He releases my neck, his eyes staring at me with unadulterated desire as he helps me move a little faster, making me pant. Fuck, that feels so good. “Alonzo,” I gasp out.
“You really think I’m going to let you come that easily, Rori?” he rasps, stilling my hips as he turns us away from the wall.
“A girl can hope.” I wrap both arms around him, tightening the grip of my legs around him. My breasts are pressed flush against his chest, and the movement of his strides makes my already hard nipples rub enticingly against the smattering of hair across his chest. The friction is delicious.
I let out a delighted laugh when he detangles me and tosses me back on the bed like I weigh nothing. I bounce when I hit the mattress, and I quickly move up to my elbows to watch him. My mouth waters. He’s fucking perfect. Exactly my type.
All that delicious muscle, both from the gym and actual use, with tattoos covering most of his body.
Broad shoulders and chest, tapering down to a chiseled six-pack that is still glistening from my arousal.
A smug smile pulls at my lips. Is it weird that I want to coat him in it?
I want him slick with me—a reverse of all those books that Gia claims to read.
Then there are those lean hips that taper down into thick thighs and long, strong legs.
More tattoos cover both thighs, and I want to inspect them in detail.
Later, though. Much later. First, I want a taste of that hard cock between his legs.
Oh yes, I have plans for that; I hope my giant knows how to use it.
“Are you standing over there for a reason, Goliath?” I ask him when he still doesn’t join me.
I can see the flash of doubt in his eyes.
Uh oh, he’s thinking again. I bite back my irritation.
Did I really expect anything less? Instead of letting him have too much extra time to think, I give him a coy look and lift my hand to run it along my lower belly.
His eyes track it immediately, his pupils dilating even more as I skim down toward my core.
“Especially when this is waiting here, just waiting for you to finish what you started?” I slowly spread my legs, letting him see everything.
I dip my fingers lower, giving a soft gasp and a delicate shudder when they skim my throbbing clit.
He mutters something in Italian, but he finally bites out in English, “Fuck it. I’m done fighting it.”
Before I can fully rejoice in that, his hands lash out, gripping me by my hips as he falls to his knees. I barely have the chance to register what’s about to happen before he pulls my lower half up off the bed, legs over his shoulders, and his mouth is on my pussy.
Oh fuck yes. Fuck. Yes. And thank God he knows what the hell he’s doing.
I cry out in pleasure as he gets to work.
There is no other way to describe the ecstasy this man is giving me.
He eats me out like it’s his job, and he loves it.
He sucks with just the right amount of pressure on my clit.
His tongue moves down to my entrance and spears me hard, making my entire body shudder, and my inner walls clench hard. My orgasm starts to build.
“Fuck, yes, Alonzo. Fuck.” I can’t reach him at this angle, my hands gripping the sheets, enjoying every single sensation.
My eyes slam shut, my neck arches, and my head grinds into the sheets.
He doesn’t let up, sucking and licking harder, and then I feel him ease back long enough to add two thick fingers inside me.
The stretch and burn are so good, but almost too much.
“Let go, Aurora,” he orders huskily, making my eyes fly open to stare at him. The deep timbre of his voice is intoxicating. “Soak my face.” He starts to move his fingers faster and harder inside me, before he lowers his mouth back to my clit and sucks hard. The combination is too much.
It’s fucking perfect.
I come on a low scream, my body arching and shuddering against his face as I ride the waves.
The vibrations of Alonzo’s guttural groan only enhance the sensation.
“Oh yes,” I pant, grinding my pussy even harder into his mouth, chasing every last ounce of pleasure.
I see the satisfaction flash in his eyes before he finally releases me, lowering me back to the bed.
My body feels like jelly, but I force myself to move when he gets to his feet. I’m not about to give him enough space to consider stopping. At least not until I get to return the favor.
He puts one knee on the bed, but stills when I crawl to him, and reach out to grip his cock, stroking him a couple times, alternating the pressure to see what he likes. His face flushes, and his jaw clenches, but a low groan pulls from him when I move a little harder and faster.
There we go.
“Aurora,” he hisses, his hips flexing, driving himself more into my grip.
I don’t waste time, dropping my mouth to take him in as deep as I can, sucking hard and moving my hand in tandem with my mouth. He lets out a hoarse shout, not expecting it, a hand cupping the back of my head, guiding me.
I give a small shriek, then groan when his other hand comes down sharply on my ass, and he pushes himself deeper into my mouth, being careful not to choke me. Well, much. I gag slightly, but I draw in a deep breath through my nose when he pushes back in and edges toward the back of my throat.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his hand kneading my ass cheek, stretching and pulling, making cool air hit me in all the right places.
My skin pebbles, but I try to ignore it.
I’m enjoying this so much. His reactions only amp up my own desire.
Knowing how much he’s enjoying this, that I’m making him lose some of his control, has my arousal dripping between my thighs.
When he realizes, his fingers slide down the crack of my ass to cup me. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
Two fingers thrust inside me, jolting me, and I let out a deep groan when his cock hits the back of my throat.
“You love sucking my cock, don’t you, Rori?
” he grinds out. His fingers thrust quickly, and his thumb moves down to circle my clit.
The sensations nearly distract me. Sheer determination has me focusing on him.
I move my head and hand faster, desperate to make him feel as out of control as me.
“That’s it, orsetta, suck me nice and hard.
Your mouth is fucking perfect. Maybe this is how I’ll spend every day from now on, yes?
Every time you sass me, I’ll fill it with my cock, while feeling how wet you get for me.
I think that sounds fucking perfect.” He lets out a sharp hiss as I scrape him lightly with my teeth on the next pass, my grip tightening even more on his shaft to let him know what I think about that suggestion.