20. Theá
Chapter twenty
Theá
“A nd how are you going to do that?” He raises a brow, the corner of his lip tilting up.
His hands rest on the seats next to him. I want to beg him to touch me, to possess me the way he did in the bathroom.
I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him closer to me and planting my lips on his. My nails toy with the curls at the base of his neck, the same curls my fingers raked through and pulled as he ate me out on the bathroom counter.
I can feel myself getting wetter just at the thought. As I grind down on him, the material of his trousers and his growing hard-on act as the perfect surface for my clit to find friction.
A groan rips out of his throat, and immediately, his hands are on my thighs, guiding me further into him.
My hands grip and pull his hair so much that his head tilts back. His hooded eyes gaze up at me, lust-filled and delicious. “Never cut your hair.”
“Whatever you want, tesoro ,” he says within a second, as if he’d give me absolutely anything I ask for right now.
I drop my kisses down to a place I know I love, and wonder if he’ll love it as much as I do. I place gentle pecks along his jaw, gradually moving lower and lower until my lips rest just to the side of his Adam’s apple. When my lips make contact this time, I open my lips and gently suck the skin. At the same time, his fingers grip my ass, pulling me flush with him as he grinds up into me.
“You’re going to make me lose my mind,” he whimpers.
“Good, then you’ll know how I feel,” I respond in his ear.
His hands are frantic as they switch between grabbing my thighs and cupping my face. He kisses me so deeply, it feels as if we are one person.
Filthy sounds fall from my lips as he continues grinding up into me. I can only imagine the absolute mess I must be making on the front of his pants, but all my fucks flew away the second I rolled up the partition and sat down on his lap.
It feels euphoric and intoxicating. I’ve never understood greed before, but right now, I think I get it. Because I’ve never wanted someone or something more than I want every inch of Antonio.
I think he may be granting me my wish when his hand slips between us, but instead of undoing his pants, his fingertips focus on me instead.
Before I can enjoy the sweet relief it brings to my aching core, his other hand wraps around my neck and has me freezing in my movements. “If this driver hears you come, I’ll have to kill him. I don’t want any more blood on my hands, so keep it down, Theresa.”
I struggle to nod against his tight grip around my neck, but he must see it because the pads of his fingertips make contact with my clit, and I shudder the second they do.
“F-f-fuck,” I stutter out, dropping my head into the crook of his neck.
“Such filthy sounds from such pretty lips. I can’t wait to hear more,” he says, applying pressure and drawing out a yelp from me as I try to stifle my moans. “Grind into my fingers, tesoro . Use me.”
I do as I’m told and grind down onto his hand. It’s all too much—his lips on my neck, his grip on my thighs that I know will leave marks tomorrow, the way his finger is doing all the right things.
I crumble. No, I crash down onto him as my second orgasm of the night rips through me.
The second euphoria passes, exhaustion walks in.
“Don’t fall asleep just yet, tesoro . We’ve got a long night ahead, and we’re home.”
My head snaps up, and I look into his eyes. His pupils are blown, and only a small ring of his usual green remains. Lust swims deep within his gaze, and I know this is just the start of my night.
“C’mon. Hopefully there’s no one in the lobby,” he says as he helps me off his lap. I look down at the dark, wet stain on the front of his tented pants.
It’s clear just how big he is, and I swallow down the panic that claws up my neck as I imagine myself trying to take all of him.
“At least wait until we’re in the apartment before you start eye fucking me.” He chuckles and takes off his suit jacket. “Let me help you out.”
He steps out first and offers me his hand. I step out too confidently and nearly topple over into him for the second time tonight.
“Enjoy walking while you can.” He smirks and guides me into the lobby, holding his jacket in front of his pants as the perfect cover-up for the evidence I left behind.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Vitale,” the doorman greets. Goosebumps travel down my spine at the names.
Antonio greets him and all but pushes me into the elevator.
The second the door closes, he has me pinned to the wall, his arms on either side of my head. “So, Mrs. Vitale.” I love the way it sounds on his lips . “What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?”
“Whatever you want,” I echo his words from earlier.
“Careful, those are dangerous words.”
“I like a little bit of danger.”