Chapter 17 Tommy
Tommy
She’s sullen, curled up in the passenger seat, trembling still, though not from the cold.
My jacket hangs loose around her, sliding off one shoulder.
Her breaths are shallow, uneven, and I can feel them in my chest.
I shift gears, grounding myself with the steady rumble of the engine as we hug the turns, the headlights reflecting off the fog until her voice cuts through, jagged and small.
“Why do you keep doing this to me?”
I turn sharply to look at her.
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are shiny.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“I’m not sick,” she says, unbuckling her seatbelt.
The jacket slips down her arms. “But something is wrong. You keep touching me, starting to fuck me, and then you stop.”
I sigh.
“I never started, Gi. If I start, I won’t stop.
”
She leans in close, her nails dragging lightly down my chest. “Semantics,” she whispers.
Her nails trail lower, teasing over my stomach, slipping under my waistband.
“You had your fingers inside me. You spanked me until I was dripping. Then you stopped.”
The part of me that notices patterns, textures, details—the part I can’t turn off—is screaming at the warmth of her mouth as she bends and licks across my abs.
My whole body shudders, nerve endings buzzing like static.
My focus narrows to the wet heat of her tongue, the soft drag of her nails, the fact that her breath is syncing with mine, and I can’t pull away.
“Put your seatbelt back on.”
Her lips brush my neck.
“No,” she murmurs, teeth grazing my ear.
“Daddy.”
Fuck. The wheel jerks under my hand, and she laughs softly, her body slamming into my arm.
My cock was already hard from spanking her and finger fucking her.
Now it’s like stone.
“Put your God damn seatbelt back on, Giovanna.”
Instead, she slides her nails down my suit pants, over my rigid length, hard and deliberate.
I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, my pulse roaring in my ears.
It’s like she’s begging for punishment. Wait—does she want to get punished?
Before I can process that idea, considering the various permutations and possible outcomes, Giovanna ducks under my arm and presses her mouth over my cock, blowing warm air through the fabric.
“Holy fuck—” The sound rips out of me. I want so much to let go, to drown in her touch, but my brain keeps chanting rules, rules, rules.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispers.
I choke on my answer. “I want you to stop, Gi.”
But she doesn’t.
She’s already tugging at my belt, my zipper sliding down.
She’s stubborn, fearless, her lips brushing my stomach.
“I want to taste you, Tommy.”
Her hand slips into my pants, over my boxer briefs, nails skimming my balls.
The sensation spikes through me so sharply I nearly rip the steering wheel out of its column.
Cursing under my breath, I grab her hand, keeping my eyes on the road, but I don’t move it away.
The fog is rolling in.
“Do you like that? I’ve never done this before.
Tell me if you like it.” Her voice is back to sounding small, nervous.
She’s never done this before? Something primal and possessive spikes through me.
The idea of being the only one to push my cock into her beautiful mouth feels like being crowned king of the fucking universe.
She lowers her mouth back down to my cock, this time, the only barrier is the cotton of my underwear.
I swerve off the road in a spray of gravel and dirt, almost losing control of the car.
She’s thrown back into her seat, chest heaving, nipples hard under her bikini top.
We stare at each other as the engine rumbles softly.
My hands are trembling on the wheel. Her lips are parted, wet.
Her pupils blown wide.
If I let her touch me, I’ll lose control, but taking her home is not an option; I can’t be without her right now.
I’m on the edge, and it will take almost nothing to push me over.
And Giovanna’s wet mouth on my cock is not nothing.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” she asks quietly.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Gi. I don’t know how to go slow, and you deserve slow.
”
“Tommy, I want to suck your dick,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not made of glass. I won’t break. Or puke in your car.
”
I raise an eyebrow as she smirks at me.
“That’s not something that we’re going to find out right now.
”
She narrows her eyes at me, and my brow furrows.
I don’t know what she’s planning, but I can tell it’s going to piss me off.
Shifting in her seat, she presses her back against her door and spreads her long, toned legs, bending her knees, one high heel on the floor and the other up on the seat.
Her stomach rounds slightly over her tiny bikini bottoms, and her breasts are barely contained by her top.
“God damn it, Gi—”
“Don’t worry, Tommy. I won’t touch you, I promise.
” Her voice lilts as she runs her fingers over her nipples, making them hard before tugging the triangles of fabric to the side, her breasts spilling out.
I grind my teeth and try to look away, but I can’t.
She plays with her nipple with one hand and slides the other over her stomach, her long nails disappearing into her bikini bottoms.
“What are you doing?” I grind out the words.
“You know what I’m doing.” She pushes the fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side so I can see her spread her pussy lips apart and find her clit.
“The only two people who have ever made me come are you and me, and what I do to me feels nothing like what you do to me.”
“Stop.” My heart is pounding, and despite the cold air seeping in through the windows, my bare chest, my pants undone, I’m burning up.
“You said you can’t fuck me without your lifetime contract, so teach me how to touch myself so that it feels like you, Tommy.
”
Fuck.
Rage with Tony. Disgust with the dean.
It all coils inside me like a storm about to break.
And then Giovanna, fingers working her pussy while her eyes burn into mine.
She’s short-circuiting me, every nerve ending spitting fire.
It makes me want to tear her apart, fuck her until I wreck that pussy, but she’s untouched and it’s just too much—for both of us.
But if she keeps pushing me, daring me…
“Please…” Giovanna whines, pushing two of her fingers inside, her eyes sparkling wickedly.
“…daddy…”
Now she wants to play with me?
“Take it off.”
Her eyes spark with excitement, and she immediately unties the sides of her bikini bottoms, baring her pussy.
My dick is so hard it hurts, and I stifle a groan.
“Rub your finger around your clit.”
She does as she’s told, then rubs the little bundle of nerves I just told her to avoid.
I smack her hand, and she gasps. Her mouth open, her eyes wide, she stares at me.
“What the fuck?”
“You’re not following directions.
I said around your clit. I didn’t give you permission to touch your clit.
”
Her mouth snaps shut, and she scowls at me.
“I can’t touch you. I can’t touch myself.
What the fuck, Tommy.”
“I told you that you weren’t ready for this, Gi,” I growl.
“Put your clothes back on.”
“Fuck no.”
Her gaze lands on my lap.
My pants are undone, my cock hard and straining against my underwear.
A little smirk lifts the corner of her mouth, and her eyes sparkle as she pulls her knees up to kneel on the seat facing me.
“Do you really want me to put my clothes back on, Tommy? Or do you want to teach me how to suck your cock?”
Before I can respond, her mouth is on my neck, hot and wet and soft.
She bites down, then sucks on the spot she just bit, licking and nibbling her way up to my ear.
Her nails are lightly on my chest, down my abs, and when she brushes them over my cock, she moans softly.
I grab her hand, squeezing her wrist too tight.
She pulls back enough to look at me, unsure.
“If you take it out, I’m going to force it all the way into your mouth until you can’t breathe, and fuck your face until I dump my load down the back of your throat.
”
Her breathing picks up, and she widens her knees on the seat, her bare ass popping up higher.
“Yes, please.”
“Giovanna, I’m going to fucking hurt you.
” I feel almost desperate. This feeling, teetering on the edge of sanity, about to slip into the abyss—it’s what I fight on a daily basis.
And I want so badly to succumb, to drag her down with me, to drown in the beautiful dark chaos.
She has no fucking idea what she’s asking for.
She pulls my cock out of my boxer briefs, drags her fingernails over it lightly like I taught her, then wraps her palm around it.
My vision tunnels. Holy shit…
“Gi…” The word comes out choked.
I can’t look away as she lowers her head and licks me from the base of the shaft all the way up to the crown, an mmmm sound in her throat.
“Please, Tommy…”
The storm breaks, thunder and lightning booming through my veins, and I grab a fistful of her silky black hair.
“Remember you asked for this,” I growl. “Open your mouth.”
Her eyes wide, she does as she’s told, and I spit in her mouth.
Her hazel eyes get even bigger, and she whimpers, her body vibrating as she rubs her clit harder.
I push two fingers into the back of her throat until she gags.
My cock jerks in her hand.