22. Good Enough
CHAPTER 22
GOOD ENOUGH
I sabella
The warm haze of alcohol has nearly bled out of my system, replaced by the fiery lust consuming my lower half. Am I certain this is a monumental mistake? Yes. Will I undoubtedly regret it later? Also, yes. Will I stop the madness? Hell, no.
I draw the tight zipper of my jeans down, revealing a sliver of my lacey pink thong beneath. Raf’s eyes become two pits of endless night as he traces the movement.
In spite of how much he drives me crazy, he’s also sinfully delicious and this forbidden thing between us is only adding fuel to the sweltering fire. Not to mention the mere notion of compelling my stubborn bodyguard to break one of his precious rules is reason enough.
I’m fully aware I’m playing a dangerous game, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
What if he had agreed to fuck me?
Would I really have wanted to lose my virginity in a crappy motel to a man who can barely stand me? That’s a definite no. But a tiny part of me was banking on the fact that Raf would never do it. Despite his ability to drive me up a wall, he’s a decent guy and honor is everything to this man. After a month with him, I’m certain of this, which is partially what made me run my mouth. That and the limoncello ravaging my system.
I’ll never admit it, but he is right, those last two shots at the restaurant pushed me over the edge. But I’d had the entire car ride and fight with Raf to sober up. Enough, anyway. A slight buzz still surges through my veins and clouds the logic that would usually keep me from what I’m about to do.
“Ready?” Thick desire laces Raf’s tone, and if I wasn’t already soaked from the building pressure of his cock between my legs, I am now.
“Always.” I echo his words from only moments ago.
A feral grin parts his lips, and his biceps strain as he braces his palms behind him, eyes locked to mine. “Give me your hand.”
I hold it between us and his fingers wrap around my wrist, bringing my index finger to his mouth. He tugs it into his mouth, and his cheeks hollow as his tongue swirls around.
Oh, fuck …
When he’s finished with that one, he takes my middle finger and repeats the spine-tingling process. An endless minute later, he releases my hand and positions it at the apex of my thighs. “Now, slip your index finger under your panties.”
I do as I’m told for once in my life because the ache brewing between my legs is becoming impossible to ignore.
“Are you wet for me, principessa ?” His pupils are so blown out, his eyes are nothing but endless spheres of black.
So of course I have to fuck with him. If he knew how badly I wanted him, his gigantic head would explode. “A little,” I rasp. “But it could be from the cute waiter at the trattoria .”
His eyes flash, a murderous expression carving into his jaw. “Doubtful,” he grinds out. “Shall I check?” He lifts his thick middle finger and runs his tongue across the tip.
“No,” I squeal before my traitorous mouth blurts the complete opposite.
“Now, find your clit,” he whispers.
I find the swollen nub and nod slowly.
“Start circling with the pad of your finger. Do it lightly, like a good girl.” He watches as my finger sinks inside me, raw emotion playing across the hard set of his jaw. “While you’re doing that, take your other hand and slip it beneath your top. With two fingers coax your nipple into a hard peak.”
I do as he instructs, and the pleasure begins to build and blossom, escalating my pulse. His scent invades my nostrils, the musky, amber fragrance a warm cloud around us. If I just close my eyes a little, I can imagine it’s him, his finger instead of mine inside me.
“Good,” he murmurs when a faint moan escapes. “That’s my good girl.”
Dio , I’ve always hated when men used that term, but with him it’s hot as fuck. For once, I want to be his good girl.
“Now take your middle finger and slide it inside that dripping wet pussy while you continue to circle your clit.”
I’ve never been so excited to do as I’m told in my entire life. This is certainly not the first time I’ve practiced self-care, but damn, it has never been like this . This is so beyond my normal realm of comfort.
“That’s right, now fuck your finger and pretend it’s my—” His jaw slams shut, tendon feathering beneath his five o’clock shadow. “Pretend it’s whoever you want.”
I want it to be him. The traitorous thought rises to the surface, but I keep it clenched between my teeth. Instead, I say, “hot waiter at the restaurant…” Because there’s nothing I love more than riling him up. Despite that cool mask, I’m fully aware of the monster that lies beneath just waiting to claw its way to the surface. I recognize it well because I’ve been surrounded by powerful men with the same affliction. I dare say, I have my own beast I keep carefully locked deep inside.
A string of curses flees from Raf’s thinned lips, and he bucks beneath me, attempting to stand. “Relax,” I blurt. “I’m just messing with you.”
“You should know better than to fuck with a man who’s holding your orgasm ransom.” The tension from his broad shoulders dissipates as that cocky grin stretches across the hard angles of his jaw.
“I’m pretty sure I could manage by myself just fine.”
His hand closes around my wrist, stopping my movements. “Should we find out?”
“No,” I whine as I grind against his cock, still rock hard beneath me. I’m fairly certain even if I didn’t have use of my fingers, I could eke out an orgasm just from grinding against his hard length. “Can we just do this already?”
“Such a spoiled little mafia princess…”
A growl rips through my gritted teeth. “Fuck you,” I hiss. Nothing pisses me off more than when he calls me that and judging by the stupid grin on his face, he’s well aware of it.
“Oh, believe me, principessa , if you weren’t my client, I’d bend you over the mattress and fuck you until you screamed my name. Your pussy would weep for my cock as I forced out orgasm after orgasm. You’d be walking like you just spent a week in the saddle after I was done with you…” Again, his jaw snaps closed, as if he hadn’t meant to divulge all the sinful thoughts he has about me.
Dio , if he knew I’m a virgin.
A chill skirts up my spine at the embarrassing truth. I would never admit that to Raffaele. He’s likely been with countless women.
“Can we…”
“Yes, let’s finish this.” He presses my palm to my mound, keeping his hand firmly in place on top. His palm is rough and masculine, nothing like the handful of delicate NYU pre-meds I’ve hooked up with in the past. As he continues to exert pressure, he guides my fingers beneath my panties once more.
“In and out, in and out,” he whispers, eyes fixed to mine. “One finger on your clit and the other thrusting in and out of that dripping pussy.”
A moan escapes when he positions my free hand on my breast again, trapping it against his own.
“Feel how soft you are, how fucking perfect.” The jagged edge to his tone only feeds the burning fire between my legs. “You’re gorgeous when you’re about to come, principessa . Your cheeks are flushed the most enticing shade of pink and your mouth is pursed into a perfect O...” He stops himself, but I can practically hear his thoughts. He wants my mouth on his cock and in this wild, forbidden moment, so do I.
The acceptance of the fact, even if it’s only in my head batters my final walls of restraint. I feel my pussy clenching around my finger, and I rock my hips faster, harder.
“That’s a good girl, come for me.”
The corners of my vision darken with each ragged pant as a rush of pleasure crashes over me. My eyes close, finally free of Raf’s penetrating gaze, and raw ecstasy pummels into me, wave after wave until stars dance across my vision.
“Fuck, Raf…” I groan as my head falls back.
His warm hands clutch onto my waist as I ride the swell of endless pleasure. Never in my life have I had such a powerful orgasm. Not by myself and certainly not with any man.
With my legs still trembling from the heady rush, I finally force my eyes open and meet a pair of molten spheres of endless night. A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and I’m fairly certain my grin mirrors his.
If he wasn’t such a smug bastard, I might have thanked him.
“Was that the release you craved?” he whispers.
That and so much more. And still, as I feel him hard beneath me, it isn’t quite enough. But this is a huge wall that came crashing down between us, and I know better than to push my luck. Not to mention the fact that once all the alcohol has left my system, I may be left with nothing but mortification in the morning.
“It was good enough.” I shrug and zip up my jeans, then slowly fasten the button.
Raf clucks his tongue as he watches me, eyes wide, and I almost feel bad for him. Judging by his hard-ass cock, he’s going to have a massive case of blue balls and without a private bathroom, let alone a private room, he’s going to be shit out of luck. A wry chuckle breaks the building tension as he rises, adjusting himself. “That was way better than good enough, and you know it, principessa .”
“Guess you’ll never know.” I plop down onto the bed and pull the covers down before crawling under them.
He watches me for a long moment before his gaze flickers to the door.
“Go shower, Raf. I’ll be fine alone for a few minutes.”
Indecision furrows his brow, and a long minute later he shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ll wait until tomorrow.”
I eye his tented crotch once more before burying my head in the pillow. Without looking up to meet his gaze, I whisper, “You can sleep on the other half of the bed. I swear I won’t try to take advantage of you in the middle of the night.”
Another chuckle. “Don’t worry about me, principessa . If you keep that up, I’ll start to believe you actually care.” A warm hand finds my forehead and tucks a few strands behind my ears. But with my eyes closed, I could have imagined it. “Goodnight, Isabella, sweet dreams.”