Chapter 10
10
D ante
I glance down at her.
Up close like this, my hot nanny is even more tempting. Her dirty blonde hair is on the pillow, her brown eyes flicker in a mix of fear and anticipation, and her lips are full and swollen from our kiss.
She's tense, her shoulders stiff. I may not be the most sensitive guy, but even I can tell something bothers her—she's triggered, and I wish I knew why. Asking her now is futile. She'll change the subject, anyway. My only option is to see this through and give her what she needs—while also getting what I want. Her.
Carefully, I move inside her. She's so tight that I have to gather all my focus not to let go and come straight away. She needs more—she needs me to talk. I haven't always been good at talking, but dirty talking is different. There are no feelings or secrets exposed. No regret and no promises. That I can do.
"I thought of you last night," I say.
"You did?" she hisses when I pull out midway.
I slam into her all the way to her hilt. "The way you looked when you touched yourself that night… I was jealous of your vibrator. I wanted to yank it out of your hand and slam into you." Like I'm doing now, I add inwardly, and to prove a point, curl my hips in a certain way, thrusting deeper into her.
She gasps and clamps her inner walls around my dick, and oxygen leaves my brain for a moment. I growl.
"I thought about you too," she says. "I touched myself."
A shiver of excitement rolls down my spine. "Did you use your toys?"
"Yes."
"Which one?" I quicken the pace, slipping in and out of her, fucking her. The image of her fucking herself with toys sneaks into my brain, and my internal temperature immediately rises.
"Both," she says, her voice breathy, her body softer, more relaxed.
"You're a filthy girl, Lucia," I say, my voice low and intimate. My balls are heavy, and anticipation stirs in my chest. Fucking her is heaven, but I need to cling to every ounce of self-control not to bring us to an early finish.
"Maybe I shouldn’t tell you I used them simultaneously," she says mischievously.
The image only fuels the fire, and I bite my tongue. If she continues like this, I won't last long. "Fuck."
She chews her lower lip, a glaze of raw desire crossing her eyes. "Yes."
This is all wrong. I shouldn't fuck the nanny. But right now, I'm literally in too deep.
"Where are they?" I ask, needing to regroup for a moment.
"First drawer," she says, cocking her head in the direction of the nightstand.
I remove my cock from her all the way, and she moans in protest. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, I open the drawer and grab the three items—the butt plug, the vibrator, and the small tube of lube.
I place them near me in the bed, then sit on the mattress and pull her to me, positioning her on top, straddling me. I thrust my cock into her, and we both hiss at the same time.
"You have the tightest pussy, I swear," I say, kissing her cheek. "Delicious. And so wet for me."
I look at her, and our gazes meet. I detect the anticipation, anxiety, and longing in her pretty brown eyes. She wants this—she wants me, but she must have lived through some bullshit because she also needs a break from her own mind. She needs a distraction. And I'm here to give it to her. "Lucia, keep looking at me. I'm the one who's fucking you."
"Yes. You. You."
I slam into her, slide nearly all the way out, and repeat it. And again. Each time, the shade of pink on her cheeks deepens to a rich red, and her breathing becomes more labored. I know she's close. "What's my name?"
"Dante."
I lower my hand and sneak my fingers around her ass, slipping them between her cheeks.
"Yes. Dante," she repeats louder.
I finger her asshole while she bounces on my lap. With each thrust, I reach a deeper part of her. Quickly, I match the pace of my digit in her ass with my cock in her pussy. I know I'm adding more pressure, and she yelps but doesn't ask me to stop, doesn't shy away. Good. That's how I want her—being fucked into oblivion.
"So good, Dante. Yes. Yes," she says.
A split second later, she clamps around my dick, contracts her core, and lets herself go.
I growl as I watch her come undone, her pearly cream lathering my cock as she quivers, breathing out of control. She closes her eyes, the contours of her face hardening as a groan escapes from her lips like she's been holding it for too long. She opens her eyes, her expression softer, her pupils big like she's on a high. I should let her recover, but that's not what we need.
I coax her off my lap and onto all fours. Still trembling, she props her elbows on the mattress and lifts her ass in the air. Without missing a beat, I grab the bottle of lube and squirt some on my fingers.
"Such a hot ass." I knead her cheeks, massaging them to help her relax. Grabbing the butt plug, I insert it. She's played with it, but that doesn't mean she's ready for me. As much as I want to be inside her, she needs preparation.
She curls her ass, and I manipulate the plug a bit, moving it around, stretching her. She clutches the linen, moaning. "Dante. Wow."
After a few minutes, I remove it and venture in. Slowly, the thick of my head enters her hole, and the tightness soon wraps every inch of my cock. I close my eyes, so fucking turned on. I'm having a tough time keeping control, waiting, delaying. My body has never been in so much need as it is now.
She tenses her shoulders, and I put my hands on her ass and massage her skin, then lift my attention to her back and her shoulders, wanting to give her some relief from the pressure in her asshole. Hell, I need some relief. Soon, or I'll pass out. My balls are pounding, and my heart plans to escape out of my chest.
"You're perfect. So fucking beautiful."
"Don't you say that to every girl?" she says, her voice rough as she arches her back.
"You're not every girl," I say, and when I hear those words, I ask myself why I said them. It's only because she's my nanny and forbidden—or should be. But deep down, there's something else. A quality in her I recognize in myself that unites us and bonds us more powerfully than sex. I don't know what it's called, and the quickening of my heart warns me I shouldn't think about it this second. Or ever.
I move my cock, retreating a bit to return slowly to allow her to adjust to me. Feels too good—so airtight, so warm, so fucking right.
I reach for the vibrator at my side and hold her waist, coaxing her upright. She melts onto me, her back to my front. I kiss her neck, sucking her skin, leaving a mark. She mewls lazily, her sound long and sexy.
Groaning, I slide the vibrator into her wet pussy.
"Dante," she says, urgency in her voice as she arches her back against my chest.
"You're not every girl," I repeat. Once again, I have no idea why I'm compelled to say it like it's a groundbreaking scientific discovery. But I have to say it… not for her, but for me. Because fuck, deep down, I know Lucia isn't like any other woman I’ve met. As if that wasn't scary enough, here I am, fucking her, ensuring myself a one-way ticket to logistical hell. But hell is doable if heaven comes first.
She moans louder, and I realize I've been slamming into both holes deeper. She covers my hand with hers on the vibrator, showing me the rhythm she prefers. I do it, each time thrusting the vibrator in and then out midway.
Lucia releases my hand, and I continue setting the pace. A menacing stir takes form inside of me, swirling in my core, signaling to all my organs that my pleasure can't wait.
"Give me your tongue, baby girl."
She tips her head to the side, giving me access to her. I dip my head lower, my lips searching for hers.
When our lips connect, every part of me sparks with want. I sweep my tongue over hers, and we kiss with the despair of a long overdue lover's reunion.
Excitement shoots down my body. My cock has never been this hard before. A pounding anticipation moves through my chest. I can't wait much longer. I nip her lower lip, and a beat later, she disengages her head from mine, breathless.
"It's happening," she says. "I'm—" she starts, then spams against me, her body trembling as she groans, pleasure coming down on her. "No. Yes. Oh…"
I need a moment or two to register her words. We're both in a haze.
When she stops moving, I remove the vibrator from her, toss it aside, and plant both my hands at her sides. A heady sensation claims me, my heart drumming in my ears—so loud that's the only sound I hear besides my heavy breathing.
I slip my cock all the way from her ass one more time, and then, as a conqueror who's claiming untouched land, I stab it into her. She yelps, surprised. My vision blurs and sweat slides down my shoulders. At last, I unlock the pleasure that's been desperately pounding through the invisible door and come.
"You're not every girl," I say once more before the last shred of rational thought deserts me.
I spill my hot load in her hole like never before. It bursts out of me, filling her, some of it dripping down her thighs. When I'm done, I coax her to lie on the bed and take the spot beside her. Her hair is messy, her face red, and her body trembles. I'm trembling, too, still shaken by the energy and the connection we just shared.
You're not every girl . These words swim in my brain, the current so strong that I hope I won't drown. This is just sex, I remind myself. I've always been excellent, some would say even brutally so, at keeping sex and feelings separate. To change course, especially where AJ's nanny is involved, would be disastrous.