29. Theá
Chapter twenty-nine
Theá
M y back meets the cold wall of the elevator as Antonio presses me against it, his mouth firmly against mine, moving perfectly in sync as he consumes me. Air feels overrated as I run my fingers into his curls, pulling him further into me. I’d never need air again if he kissed me like this forever.
In one swift movement, he has me in his arms. My thighs wrap around his waist, and much like in the stairwell, I can feel how hard he is as he grinds into my core.
He carries me into the apartment and places me on the kitchen counter, pulling me right to the edge as his mouth continues its sweet torture.
I still haven’t completely processed everything that happened tonight, but it’s as if all logic leaves my brain when I’m in his presence. Especially when he’s whispering all the filthy things he wants to do to me in my ear.
It’s as if he has a split personality: one minute he could be whispering the sweetest things and acting shy, and the next it’s as if when the blood rushes to his cock, all he can think about is pleasure, both his own and mine.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment since I saw you in this dress,” he says against my lips as his long fingers push the fabric up higher and higher.
“Really? Because it seems like the thought only occurred after you saw me with Enzo,” I push, eager to see a glimpse of his jealous side again.
He bites onto my bottom lip and pulls back until his eyes can meet mine before he releases it. The pain in my lip has me whimpering as I look up at him.
“I never want to hear you say his name again.” He places his hands on either side of my thighs caging me onto the counter.
“What do you mean?” I wanted it to come out filled with attitude, but it barely comes out as a whisper, as if my body knows exactly who’s in charge right now.
“Exactly what I said. I don’t care who he is to your father, you won’t even look in his direction again.”
“Why?”
“Because I have enough blood on my hands without me needing to kill a man for looking at you the way he did tonight.”
With that, his hand wraps around my throat, pulling me in so that our lips crash together. He gives me no time to process his words as his other hand reaches between my legs and starts rubbing me through my underwear.
“Oh God.”
His lips trail down my neck, sucking harshly. So harshly I know they’re going to leave marks. It’s wet and sloppy, but it’s euphoric. The skilful way in which he moves leaves me almost breathless.
“God’s not the one giving you all of this pleasure. Say my name,” he growls, biting down on the sensitive part of my neck as his hands move to undo the zipper on the back of my dress.
“W-wait.” I push his reluctant frame off of me and he stares at me; hair a mess, lips swollen, looking completely dishevelled. “I want to do something for you.”
The sexiest smirk makes its way onto his face. “Do you now…”
I have no words under the heat of his gaze, so all I can bring myself to do is nod.
“Well, tesoro, you should’ve just said that,” he says, stepping back slightly.
The air around me is cold without his presence, but the heat from his stare is enough to have me clenching my thighs. His eyes shift at my movement and the smirk is immediately back on his lips, even though he makes a horrible attempt at hiding it.
He stands so confidently, hands in his pockets, as if we were just having the most casual conversation.
“Well,” he raises a brow, “I don’t bite.”
“Yes, you do,” I say as I slip off the counter, the spot on my neck still tingling at the thought.
“Okay, maybe I lied.” He shrugs it off. “Just a little white lie.”
I sink onto my knees in front of him, resting my palms on his thighs. The humour of his tone is gone in a second as he takes in my position.
“I don’t think liars deserve blowjobs,” I say, looking up at him.
“Technically, I didn’t lie,” he bites out. “I said I don’t bite unless you like that, and from the lewd noises you were making, I’d like to think you like it. Quite a lot, actually.”
“Touché.” My hand moves up his thighs until they reach his belt.
To my surprise, he exudes so much patience as he watches me slowly remove his belt and undo the zipper. So much control compared to whenever he is giving me pleasure.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, tesoro ?” His hand cups my cheek.
“Hmm?” My eyes meet his.
“You keep looking at me like you’re worried about something.”
I shift to pull down his pants, but he stops me. “Answer me.”
“You’re just so calm compared to whenever we’ve done anything before…”
He lets out a snicker as he allows me to slide his trousers down. “Let’s just say I’ve always been more of a giver than a receiver, so I’m always more keen to give than receive.”
“Oh,” I hesitate. “Do you not want me to…”
Another chuckle leaves his lips as he leans forward and grabs both my hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss them. “I’ve been imagining your perfectly plump lips around my cock since I’ve felt them against mine. Not to mention that tongue ring of yours.”
With that, my confidence is back to where it was when I decided I wanted to do this. As he lowers my hands, the entire atmosphere is different. Almost challenging.
“Let me see what you can do, tesoro .”
There it is. The challenge is out there in the air, and I can’t help but feel the need to impress him burn in my chest.
As I gaze at his underwear that’s now visible, I’m reminded of a very terrifying fact.
He’s fucking huge.
I haven’t seen many dicks in my life, but it’s so evident that Antonio is very gifted—and he knows it, too, based on the smug smirk on his face.
My hand hesitantly reaches out to rub him through the fabric, and aside from a light shudder, he lets me fully explore his body.
He’s rock hard and throbbing beneath my hand. I make eye contact as I reach for the waistband of his underwear, gulping as he fully comes into view.
I wrap my hand around it and he lets out a groan. I realise it’s probably because my hands are cold.
“Sorry.” I look at him apologetically.
“Theá, you can’t look at me like that with my dick in your hand.”
“Why not?” I hold his gaze as I lower my mouth and wrap it around his tip. It tastes sort of salty, but not as bad as I could’ve imagined. I’m even more excited to see how he reacts to my mouth.
His light green eyes pierce mine as he tracks my movements. I slowly start sucking more and more of him into my mouth.
Antonio’s grunts of pleasure fill the kitchen, and they sound like a melody.
“ Cazzo, tesoro , you take my cock so well,” he moans, his eyes rolling back.
He may think so, but I’m struggling to take any more of him in my mouth. I allow his length to go as far as I can handle until I choke on it, before I pull off of it completely.
He stares at me wide-eyed. “That felt fucking amazing. Can you do it again?”
I gather all the spit in my mouth and let it drip down his cock, using my hands to spread it over the parts I can’t reach with my mouth. “Theá, fuck , this is torture.” I can’t help but smirk at his begging. It’s such a stark contrast to his usual nature.
“You wanna fuck my throat?”
Antonio chokes on his spit as he stares at me with wide eyes, his pupils completely dilated. “Yo-you want me to fuck your throat? Those books of yours really are teaching you everything you need to know.”
I giggle and nod. “Just be careful…”
His fingers cup the side of my face, causing me to look up at him.
“Have you ever done this before?”
“No,” I say sheepishly, suddenly shy even though it was my suggestion in the first place.
“Are you sure you want me to?”
I nod again, this time taking his cock in my hand, more sure of my decision.
I wrap my lips around him again and slowly begin taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him.
“Fucking hell, Theá,” he curses as he adjusts himself, his hand making its way into my curls. “Relax your jaw for me, tesoro .”
I do as he asks, trying to calm myself.
His first thrust comes slowly and hesitantly. He’s testing the waters, and when he sees that I’m still good, he starts finding a steady pace as his length slides in and out of my mouth.
With each thrust, he goes just slightly deeper, and the more I relax, the more of him I can take. His grip on my hair becomes almost vice-like as his thrusts pick up the pace. “Fuck, tesoro, your mouth feels fucking amazing.”
The way Antonio moans and the way his dick moves in my mouth feels erotic, it feels dirty. I’ve never let a man use me in this way, use me to drive himself to pleasure. The more he thrusts, the wetter I can feel myself getting between my legs, my panties probably soaked.
Antonio notices me clenching my thighs and says, “Touch yourself, make yourself feel good, too.”
I do as he says without a second thought, allowing my hand to slip under my dress and between my legs. The second my fingers touch my clit, I let out a moan, and it causes Antonio to hunch over as if he’s been punched in the gut.
“God, tesoro, you’re fucking amazing,” he praises as he rubs my cheek. His other hand contradicts his sweet actions as it grips my hair even tighter as he thrusts even deeper.
“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” he whimpers suddenly, and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth. I maintain his previous pace, even though he’s no longer thrusting. “Theá— mmph —you have to p-pull away. Merda .”
His hand attempts to pull me off his length, and no matter how much I struggle against it, trying to let him cum in my mouth, he manages to pull me off.
Unfortunately, it’s too late since he comes on my lips, my chest, and a bit of my dress.
He’s barely come to his full senses before apologising and trying to stand up to hand me tissues.
“Will you relax?” I chuckle, taking the tissue from him.
“Wh-what about your dress?” he chokes out, suddenly showing signs of nervousness.
I take a finger, dragging it across my chest, collecting the cum on my dress as well as the bit on my chest and chin. I meet his eyes as I slip the finger into my mouth, sucking his release off it.
“You’re a fucking dream come true.” He slumps back. “Come here.” He pulls me to him, reconnecting our lips.
“I want you,” I whisper, and he pulls back, his wide eyes searching mine.
“Theá…” he starts, and I roll my eyes.
I grab his face in my hands and force him to look at me. “Antonio, I want you to fuck me, make love to me, do whatever you want to me. I want you to ruin every other man for me because I don’t think I could ever want someone as much as I want you.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes are soft.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”