Chapter 14 Giovanna
Giovanna
What the actual fuck is wrong with this man?
“Gi,” Antonio repeats, his voice threaded with urgency.
“Are you okay? Tell me what’s going on.”
I paste on a tight smile.
“I’m not…feeling great. I’m just going to go to the restroom.
”
He leans back, frustrated and confused.
I get it. I feel the same but with a dash of rage.
Tommy has already disappeared into the shadowed hallway.
My pulse stutters when I brush past him, head high, and shove into the women’s bathroom.
He follows, closing the door with a click.
I whirl on him. “What the fuck is your problem, Tommy? You’ve got to stop fucking with my head.
”
His glances down at my clenched fists then back up to my angry glare.
“Pretty sure you’re the one fucking with my head.
”
“What are you talking about?” I hiss.
He moves in until his chest brushes mine, a dark heat radiating off him.
“You rode me until you came less than two hours ago, and now you’re here with him.
Tell me that’s not psychological dissonance.
”
“What?” I snap.
“Mindfuckery, Gi. You’re fucking with me.
”
I gape at him. “Excuse me? You broke into my house, Tommy. You pulled my towel off. You’re the one who’ll get me naked but won’t fuck me unless I promise forever—which is crazy, truly insane, by the way.
Then you stalk me here and blow up my date after I told you to leave me alone?
That’s the definition of fucking with someone.
”
His hands clamp around my waist, rough, steadying, hauling me against him.
“Gi, I wasn’t completely clear before. And I need to be.
”
“About what?” I’m trying to stay angry, but he smells so good, and his hands are so—
“You said you just wanted to fuck me. Is that true? Is that all you want?” His thumb grazes the strap of my dress, sliding it down my shoulder, slow, deliberate.
“I’m genuinely asking. I’m not good at reading people, and I’ve never been in this situation before.
”
My breath catches. He’s deadly serious, and I’m suddenly more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Yes,” I bite out. “That’s all I want. Your dick.
Happy?”
His brow furrows like he’s disappointed in my answer, and I immediately feel guilty, like a liar.
But it’s the truth. Isn’t it?
His eyes bore into me.
“Really, Gi? You don’t feel what I feel between us?
”
Something softens in him, the top layer of menace thinning enough to reveal a hint of vulnerability.
This is a side of Tommy that I rarely see.
“What do you feel?” I ask slowly, my voice almost a whisper.
“An irrevocable limerance. A psychogenic fixation I can’t shake.
” His chest heaves, jaw clenched. “It’s all-consuming, Gi.
I can’t stop it.”
I sigh. “Tommy, stop being a fucking genius for a minute, and just be here with me.”
He bites in a breath and lets it out slowly, thinking.
Then, looking down at my arm, he drags the back of his hand slowly across my forearm.
Goosebumps erupt all over my body and I shiver.
He nods.
“That. That’s what I feel whenever I look at you.
Whenever I think about you. And I can’t stop thinking about you, Gi.
It’s… It’s…”
“Overwhelming. Terrifying. Familiar. Perfect.” I focus on where we’re touching in order to avoid his penetrating gaze.
He shakes his head. “But if you just want to fuck me, you don’t feel what I feel.
For me, this feeling is not just fucking you.
It’s fucking only you, forever.”
I bristle and step back.
“This is starting to feel like emotional blackmail, Tommy. You can’t force me to do something I’m not ready for.
Normal people like each other, hook up, fuck for awhile, then decide if they want a commitment.
”
He is crestfallen. “I’m not normal, Gi.
”
I inhale hard. “No one is. Everyone is fucked up. But people communicate and compromise and find a way to blend their idiosyncrasies, not just once, but over and over, every day.”
“I don’t know how to do that.
” There’s an edge to his voice, a brokenness.
“Tell me how.”
Fuck, he’s killing me. But if I’m honest, I’m not completely sure what he’s asking for.
Aren’t we already best friends? Adding sex doesn’t change that, does it?
Does he want a relationship like my parents have, where he disappears for weeks at a time and she pretends she doesn’t care he’s living his life without her?
“Can’t we just find out what this is? Take a step forward, but not necessarily with a destination.
You may think you know what you want with me, but you really don’t.
Can we find out what this is between us organically?
Without expectation?”
His eyes darken and his gaze becomes more piercing, like he’s rearranging the puzzle pieces in his brain at hyperspeed.
“I know myself, Gi. I know what I want. But this is something you need? More physical intimacy, to see if you want to be with me?”
“That’s a weird way to say that I want to let things unfold naturally before we start talking about forever, Tommy.
”
Tommy leans down and nuzzles my hair, breathing deeply.
With his mouth next to my ear, his voice low, he says, “Then let’s do an empirical assessment.
Let me give you a taste of what it would be like if you were mine.
”
“A taste?”
“Take off your panties.”
“Tommy, I’m not losing my virginity in a public bathroom!
”
Tommy tsks, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.
“See, now, if you were mine, you’d lose your virginity wherever I fucking decided.
But in this case, we’re just gathering more data: I said you’d get a taste of what it’s like to be mine.
Making that sweet pussy bleed for me is more than a taste.
”
Shock bolts through me straight to my pussy, giving her a heartbeat.
The mouth on this man. “Tommy….”
He grips my hips, sliding his palms down, lifting my dress up over my ass.
“Take off your panties.”
If I do what he says, things are going to change between us.
He could shatter me. Or I could destroy him.
Either way, our friendship is fucked.
I take a deep breath.
Fuck it.
Not taking my eyes off him, I tug my panties down and let them drop to the floor then pick them up, balling them in my fist.
“Give them to me.”
Humiliation burns my cheeks as I hand him my soaked panties.
Locking his gaze on mine, he brings them slowly to his face and inhales deeply.
Oh sweet Jesus. This is so feral, so raw, so far beyond anything I ever imagined, well beyond anything my girlfriends ever gossiped about happening in their own sex lives.
“Fuuucckkk. So wet,” he murmurs. He closes his eyes and sucks the fabric into his mouth, a guttural sound in his throat.
I gape at him, mortified, turned on, mesmerized and even wetter than before as he opens his eyes to watch me as he shamelessly sucks on the crotch of my panties.
Then he shoves my panties in his pocket and growls, lunging for me, scooping me up under the backs of my thighs and sitting me on the edge of the bathroom counter.
He opens my legs as wide as they will go.
Like New York and California wide, my wet, bare pussy in front of his face when he drops to his knees.
I gasp as he buries his face in my pussy, his teeth, his tongue, his lips all working voraciously on my sensitive skin.
Another first for me. Another crazy, intense, mind-blowing, earth shattering first that spins me off the planet and into another universe.
He growls and drags his tongue from my clit down to my ass, sucking all my arousal off my skin and dragging the tip of his tongue around my entrance.
I realize I’m moaning, that my fingers have found their way to his hair, that I’m rocking my hips against his face and I stop with a gasp.
Is that rude? Am I being pushy? Fuck, I should have watched a lot more porn to prepare myself for Tommy Demonio.
He smacks my inner thigh and stops eating me long enough to snap, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.
Ride my face. Dig your nails in and don’t worry about hurting me.
Do not fucking stop until you come. Do you understand me?
”
I nod, and a wicked grin breaks through the storm of intensity on his face.
“Good girl.”
Oh Jesus.
He spreads me open and licks me with long languid strokes, and I fucking melt.
Massaging my entrance with his thumbs, he hums, low and deep, against my sensitive skin and I moan, pushing into him.
I can’t even hold myself up, and he digs his fingers into my thighs, forcing my legs to stay open for him.
The delicious pleasure he’s giving me swirls together with the aching bruise of his fingers, keeping me anchored to him while floating away at the same time.
My hips ache with how wide he has my legs spread and the counter digging into me, but I lean my head back against the mirror and close my eyes, feeling like I’m on a cloud.
“Giovanna…” He grinds my name into my pussy like a warning, and my eyes pop open as I lean forward.
“Your eyes stay on me.”
I do as I’m told and I swear it is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen: this beautiful man that I have wanted for so long, looking up at me while eating my pussy, growling my name, wanting me, feeding on me.
His hot breath on my pussy feels like a dream—holy SHIT, no, when he shoves his tongue inside me, tongue fucking me hard and fast, that, that, that…
that feels like a dream.
I try so hard to follow directions, to keep my eyes trained on him, but when he slides his finger inside me and shifts his mouth to my clit and bites down, I come so hard screaming his name that I can’t control any part of my body anymore.
My everything is convulsing as rolls of pleasure tear through me.
So much wetness drips out of me that my ass slips on the counter and Tommy catches me.
We stare at each other, with me panting and holding onto him while he watches me, a dark confident glint in his eye.
He’s got me, and he knows it.
“That was, um,” I stutter, searching my brain for a coherent thought.
“That was a…compelling argument, Mr. Demonio.”
He smiles at me, a full, real smile that lights up his whole face, and for the first time, I see it, really see it: he loves me.
Whatever games he’s been playing all this time—forcing his hoodie on me, keeping men away from me, making ultimatums—he’s in love with me.
I feel like my heart is about to explode as the realization fully hits me.
Tommy Demonio loves me.
His smile slips into something more serious, more intense as his gaze drops to my mouth.
I lean in, my lips parting, needing his mouth on mine, when I hear a gasp from behind him that reminds me where I am.
Antonio and the waitress are standing in the doorway, staring with their mouths open.
Tommy stands with me and sets me down, then turns to them, wiping his face on the inside of his t-shirt collar.
He grins and crosses his arms over his chest, standing in front of me while I fix my dress.
“That’s fucking great, Giovanna,” Antonio snaps, baring his teeth at Tommy.
“You two assholes deserve each other.”
I sigh.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
I step out from behind Tommy, smoothing my hair.
“I’m sorry, Antonio. This wasn’t planned.
It just—”
Tommy’s grin falls off his face.
“Don’t apologize to him, Gi. He should be apologizing for spreading rumors about you.
Begging for your forgiveness.”
Antonio glares at Tommy and me.
“Fuck you both.”
Tommy growls and steps forward as Antonio turns to me with a sneer of contempt that I 100 percent deserve.
“Lose my number, Giovanna.”
He turns on his heel and leaves, the waitress trailing nervously behind him.
“Shit,” I groan. “Now I have to do damage control. God damn it, Tommy.”
I push past Tommy and look down the hallway after Antonio, but he’s already gone.
Tommy scowls at me. “What the fuck do you care what this guy thinks?”
“I don’t.
But he’s going to tell my dad, and that will trigger a shitstorm that I have no interest in dealing with.
”
Tommy forces me to face him, scrutinizing me.
“Are you embarrassed by me?”
“What? No. It’s not like that.
” I search for the words, flustered. “My dad is just… Tommy, it’s not personal.
”
Tommy’s expression ices over. “So that’s it.
That’s why you just want to fuck me. You’ll use my dick, but I’m not good enough for anything more than that.
”
“That’s not true,” I say quietly. Because it’s not.
If anything, my father isn’t good enough to be around Tommy.
“It’s just—it’s complicated.”
He kisses me, hard, and I can taste myself on his lips.
When he pulls back, my heart twists at the pain and anger on his face.
“But it’s not. You’re fucking mine, Giovanna.
I’m just waiting for you to figure that out. ”