Ricardo
Chapter Twenty
Julia's body arches backward, giving me a gorgeous view of her breasts as they bounce with each thrust. One hand is braced on my shoulder, the other on the roof of the limo. The city lights flash by outside, casting moving patterns across her flushed skin.
We have been on our way to dinner for twenty minutes.
We will likely be late.
My cock is buried deep inside her. She is so wet that the car fills with the sloshing of her pussy every time she drops back down onto me.
Her thighs are draped over mine, her knees bent, her feet tucked against my legs.
Her dress is bunched around her waist, her panties in my pocket, where I plan to keep them, and her head is thrown back as she rides me with a desperate rhythm.
“Oh God, I love this dress,” she moans as she moves.
I look at the scrap of green silk the exact shade of her eyes, clinging to her curves. A gift I sent to her apartment this morning with a single card: Tonight at 8:00.
She looks like an emerald caught in moonlight. And she feels even better than she looks.
My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements. “I love it, too.”
She grins, a wild, happy look in her eyes. “You like it because it’s easy access. That's probably why you chose it."
“I like it because you look stunning in it. Or rather it looks stunning on you, " I say. “But I admit, the access is a significant advantage.”
Julia laughs, then gasps as I thrust up into her, hard and deep.
Her fingers dig into my shoulder.
“Ricardo,” she whispers.
“Right here,” I say.
She leans down, her lips finding mine, and I take over the rhythm. The city outside disappears. The hum of the engine fades. There is only the heat of her body, the taste of her mouth, the way she clenches around me when I angle my hips just right.
She makes a soft, broken sound against my lips.
Her body trembles.
“Tell me what you need,” I say against her neck.
"Harder," she cries out. "I need it harder."
Forcefully, I pull her off my cock, making her cry out at the sudden loss.
"Ricardo, what are you—"
With my hand in her hair, I pull her off me and push her to the floor of the limo, making her bend over the seat.
She doesn't hesitate, pressing her cheek to the cool leather and arching her back, exposing her glistening pussy to me. I push her legs further apart with my knee, then kneel behind her.
I grab my cock, guiding it back to her entrance. She is dripping wet, her juices coating my fingers. I tease her with the head of my cock, dragging it through her folds, watching her ass sway with her movements.
"Please," she whimpers. "Please, Ricardo."
I smirk and grip her hips. "Please what?"
"Please... fuck me."
"What was that?"
Her head snaps up. "Fuck me, you bastard," she snarls.
I tsk lightly. "Such language, cuoro mio."
Her only reply is a frustrated groan.
"You're going to have to learn to ask nicely," I taunt.
She tries to push back onto me, but I hold her still. My grip tightens on her hips. The movement causes her to whimper, a sound that is so full of need that it almost makes me give in to her. Almost.
"Julia," I warn.
"I said please," she spits out, her voice laced with frustration. "What more do you want? A signed affidavit in triplicate?"
I chuckle. "No, that won't be necessary. But you will have to learn to ask with more sincerity."
Her breath hitches. I can see the muscles in her back tense as she prepares for another retort.
Before she can spit it out, I say, oh-so-softly, "You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
The fight leaves her body in an instant. She slumps against the seat, her breath ragged.
"Yes," she whispers. "God, yes."
"Then look at me. Come on," I coax when she does nothing. "Turn your head and look at me."
Slowly, she does as I ask. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are dark with need. There is a desperate plea in them that makes my cock ache.
"Now ask me nicely," I instruct
"Please, Ricardo," she whispers, her breath ragged. "Please fuck me."
I lean forward, my lips brushing against her ear. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
Then I thrust into her, hard and deep.
She cries out, her body arching as I fill her completely. Her hands fly out to find purchase on the smooth seats as her body takes me.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl, my breath hot against her ear.
"Yes, Ricardo! Yes," she cries out. "Just like that!"
I pull back, almost leaving her, then slam back into her. I do it again, and again, setting a hard rhythm that has incoherent words tumbling from her lips. The slap of skin on skin fills the car as my hips snap against her ass and my balls slap her clit with each thrust.
And the slick, wet sounds of my cock pounding her cunt.
I watch her in the reflection of the window, her breasts pressed against the leather of the seat, her face contorted in pleasure. Her knuckles are white where she grips the seat, her body rocking with my movements. She is a sight to behold.
One of her hands reaches between her legs, and I grab her wrist before she reaches her destination. I trap that hand behind her back and bring the other to join it.
I hold both of her wrists with one of my hands, her back arching at the angle.
"No," I command. "You come from this. From my cock inside you or not at all."
"I...I can't," she gasps. "Not like this."
"Yes, you can," I say, my voice firm. "You will."
My other hand slides down her spine, over the curve of her ass. I pause to appreciate the view. Then I deliver a sharp smack to her cheek.
She cries out, her body jolting.
"Again," she breathes. "Do that again."
I smile and deliver another smack, a little harder this time. Her response is immediate, a keening wail that's pure pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" I ask, my voice dark with satisfaction.
She whimpers, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Say it, Julia," I command. "Tell me you like it."
"I...I like it," she stammers, her body shaking.
"Like what?"
"I like it when you spank me," she admits, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
I reward her honesty with another spank and a particularly hard thrust.
Her entire body tenses, her back arching even more.
She is close.
So close.
I can feel her cunt begin to tighten around me, her juices coating my cock and balls.
The scent of her arousal has filled the car. It is intoxicating.
She likes the dirty talk. An idea forms in my mind, and I'm curious if I can push her over the edge with it.
"Your greedy little cunt is soaking me," I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. "Are you going to come all over me? Make a mess of my cock?"
"I..." she begins.
"Then what? Am I supposed to go to dinner like this? With your cream all over me?" I continue, my words a low rumble in her ear. "How are you going to clean this mess up?"
My question, delivered in a tone that's almost conversational, hangs over her.
Her response is a choked sob of pleasure.
"Ricardo," she whimpers, her body beginning to tremble.
"Answer me, Julia," I command, my grip on her wrists tightening. "What are you going to do about this mess you've made?"
Her entire body tenses. Her legs begin to shake. A single tear escapes from the corner of her eye from the prolonged denial. Then, she answers.
"I'm...I'm going to clean it up," she whispers.
"How?" I demand.
She closes her eyes tightly.
"Are you going to shower?" I ask, increasing the speed of my thrusts. "How, Julia? How exactly do you plan to clean up this mess you've made?"
"I-I-" she stutters as I fuck into her.
"Talk to me, cuoro mio," I urge. "Use your words."
"Ricardo," she cries.
"How!" I snap
"Lick it! I'll lick it clean!" she screams.
"Is that what you'll do, sporcacciona?" I demand. "Are you going to get on your knees and lick all your sweet cream off my dick?”
It is the last straw.
“Yes,” she screams. “Oh God. Yes!"
Her body convulses, her cunt clamping down around me as her orgasm rips through her. She is a wild, beautiful thing under me. Her cries of pleasure fill the car, echoing off the leather and glass.
It’s the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
The sight of her, lost in pleasure, the feel of her tight heat milking me, it’s all too much. I feel it in the base of my spine, in my balls, in every nerve ending.
My thrusts ramp up until I'm pounding wildly, prolonging her orgasm. Her walls spasm around me, pulling me deeper, refusing to let me go.
I let go of her wrists.
My fingers dig into her hips as I slam into her one last time. I let out a primal yell as I empty myself inside her. I pulse and throb, my cock painting her insides with my cum.
My entire body is wracked by my release, a shuddering wave of pleasure that leaves me breathless and boneless.
I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. My face buried in her hair, my body draped over hers. I am still inside her, still joined with her.
It takes me a minute to come back to myself. I am vaguely aware of the limousine still moving, likely circling the block.
I slowly pull out of her, my softening cock slipping from her body.
A mixture of our fluids gushes out of her, coating my pants and the leather seats.
"Look at the mess you made," I say, my voice husky.
A fresh wave of arousal courses through me.
I move to sit on a dry spot and pull her into my lap.
Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen, her hair a wild tangle around her face. She is utterly boneless as she collapses into me. She has never looked more beautiful.
She buries her face in my neck, her breath warm against my skin. I run my hand down her back, feeling the gentle tremors that still wrack her body.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs into my neck.
"For what?" I ask, genuinely confused.
"For...this," she says, gesturing vaguely at the mess we've made. "I made a mess of your car."
I can't help but laugh.
"A car can be cleaned," I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I am the one who is sorry."
She sighs and snuggles deeper into me. "For what?" she asks sleepily.
"For not making it to dinner," I explain. "You got ready, you put on the dress, made yourself all beautiful—not that you aren't usually—and I..."
"Got distracted?" she asks, a teasing note in her voice.
"Completely derailed," I correct.
"It's my fault," she says, pulling back to look at me. "I'm the one who practically attacked you in the car."
I smile. "I seem to recall encouraging that attack."
"I don't think you had much of a choice," she says, a smug look on her face.
I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? And why is that?"
"Because I looked too good in this dress," she says, smoothing her hands over the green silk. "It was your own fault for picking it out."
I laugh. "You're right. It was a tactical error on my part."
She grins. "I'll say. Now we're going to be late for dinner and I'm all..."
She trails off, looking down at herself. Her dress is bunched around her waist, her thighs are covered with our combined fluids, and her hair is a mess.
"Beautiful?" I suggest.
She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling.
"Ruined," she says.
"Nonsense," I say, my hand sliding down her thigh, feeling the dampness there. "You are just right."
I lean in and kiss her, a slow, deep kiss that's full of tenderness.
When we pull away, she looks dazed.
“I'm just saying I don't think we're going to make dinner at all.”
I laugh. "No, cara. No, we're not. I don't think any amount of cleaning is going to help us now."
Her cheeks heat at those words. At the memory of how exactly she had promised to clean me up in the throes of passion.
I lean in to kiss her again, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips.
“Would you like to go home instead?”
She nods. “Yes, please.”
I pick up the intercom and speak in Italian. “Alfonso, a change of plans. Please take us to my residence."
"Signor," comes the response.
As the limousine changes direction, Julia shifts in my lap, trying to rearrange her dress.
"Here," I say, gently moving her hands away. "Let me."
I smooth the silk over her legs, my fingers brushing against her skin. She shivers at my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.
"You're a menace," she murmurs.
I grin. "You have no idea."
I adjust her dress, making her presentable, if a little rumpled. Then I open a compartment in the side of the car, revealing a selection of amenities, including a bottle of water, some glasses, and a small, white towel.
I wet the towel with the water and gently clean her thighs, my touch light and reverent.
She watches me, her expression soft.
"You don't have to do that," she says, her voice a little rough. "I'll just shower when we get back.
I smile. "I want to."
I take my time, cleaning away the evidence of our passion, my movements slow and careful. It's a long way from cleaning us up completely, but it's something.
When I've done what I can, I lean in and press a kiss to her inner thigh, my lips lingering for a moment.
She gasps, her body arching.
"Ricardo," she whispers.
I look up at her. "Yes?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing. Just... thank you."
I smile. "You're welcome."
I fold the towel and place it aside, then pour her a glass of water.
"Drink," I say, holding it to her lips.
She obeys, her throat working as she swallows.
I watch her, my chest tight with an emotion I'm not ready to name.
"What is it?" she asks, her eyes searching mine.
I shake my head. "It's nothing."
"It's not nothing," she insists.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair.
"It's just... I've never done this before," I say.
Her brow furrows. "Done what? Had sex in a car?"
"No," I say with a small laugh. "No, I've done that before."
She grins. "Oh, really?"
I smile. "A few times."
"Maybe more than a few," she teases.
I chuckle. "Maybe. But I've never... this."
Her expression softens. "This? What do you mean by 'this'?"
"I've never brought a woman home after... after this," I say, gesturing vaguely at the space between us. "I've never... wanted to."
Her breath hitches.
"What do you mean," she asks quietly. "You haven't brought a woman home after a date?"
"I have," I say, careful with my words. "I mean, I've brought women home. I won't lie to you and pretend I've been celibate or lived like a monk. I like women. I've enjoyed women."
I watch her, gauging her reaction. She is listening intently, her eyes locked on me.
"But this... this is different," I say. "You agree?"
She nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers. "It's different."
That seems to be the best way to describe it. And it seems to be enough for both of us right now because she rests her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes.
I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer as we drive home in comfortable silence.