Chapter Thirteen—Sophia
"What the hell was that?"
I’m so pissed at him, I can hardly remember I’m supposed to be keeping my distance from him. I stole from Blake the last time I saw him, and I don’t want to find out what his little Silencio club does to thieves. Nothing good, I’m sure.
"What do you mean?" he replies calmly. I glower at him, planting my hands on my hips.
"Why did you get in Tommy’s face like that? He’s a good guy. He’s been helping me out with lifts while I’ve been—"
"Yeah, that’s what he tells you now." He snorts with amusement. "But give it a few more days, and you’re going to have to deal with him trying to get all handsy with you, and then—"
"Blake, he has a girlfriend," I reply, rolling my eyes. "And even if he didn’t, why do you think it’s any of your business who I spend my time with?"
His eyes flash with something, something I can’t quite read.
"You really have to ask that question?"
Anger flares in my system. He thinks he can just talk to me like that? Like he owns me?
"What, you mean because we had one kiss?" I fire back. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks again. I don’t know how to stop it. When I think of the way he touched me, the way he kissed me, the way his mouth felt pressed up against mine, it’s not as though I can just pretend I don’t want him. But there’s a difference between wanting someone and liking them. At least, that’s what I’ve learned, these last few weeks.
"Oh, it’s a lot more than that," he murmurs as he moves toward me, backing me against the wall just next to the back exit to the restaurant. He’s all but a few inches from me, and I can feel my nerve endings reacting with an infuriating predictability to his closeness. Does he see what he does to me? It must be written all over my face. I can’t hide it.
"You really think you can pretend you don’t feel this? That you don’t feel what’s going on between the two of us right now?"
I glare up at him. My chest is rising and falling fast.
"I don’t care what you think is happening here. That still doesn’t give you the right to treat my friends like crap."
He smirks. God, that cocky fucking smirk. Does he know what it does to me? He must. He must know how easy it is for him to get girls wrapped around his little finger the way he has me. Anyone else, I would have chewed them out for daring to lay a hand on a guy who’s been nothing but kind to me. But I don’t have it in me. Not now.
I need something to throw him off, something to let him know he doesn’t have total control here. I think to the charm I stole from him, sitting on my desk in my dorm room. It’s something.
"You don’t have some Silencio meeting to go to?"
His face changes as soon as I say that word. I can see I’ve gotten to him. This is the last thing he expected me to say. It has to be big for him to react like that. I wait for him to come up with an answer, our breath mingling in the bare amount of space between us, but before I can say another word, he leans down and kisses me once more.
And as soon as our lips meet, my head is flooded with the sheer, lusty desire that has been coursing through me ever since our encounter at the party the other night. Every bit of good sense rushes from my mind as he pushes me back against the wall, his tongue buried in my mouth, a deep, throaty groan rising up from inside of him as he kisses me like his life depends on it. I know just how he feels.
His hand slips under my skirt with ease, his fingers brushing along the outside of my panties for the barest moment as his teeth catch on my bottom lip. All I can do is moan against him, letting him pin me right there. Anyone from the restaurant could walk out and catch us like this, but in this moment, it’s hard to give much of a damn.
I push my hands into his hair as he drags my panties down and cups his palm outside of my achingly hot pussy. I gasp against his mouth as I feel his fingers graze the outside of my slit, my back arching as though on instinct. He grins against my lips.
"Oh, you’re that desperate for it, are you?" He chuckles. "How about I make you wait, huh? Like you made me wait at that party?"
I moan helplessly again, silently pleading with him to give me what I want—no, what I need right now. I can’t walk away from this, not again, not after I’ve held myself back and been so sensible and so good. I have to have him.
I’m trying to think of something to say when he spins me around, forcing me against the wall. I plant my hands on the stonework in front of me, and he shoves my skirt above my hips and lands a sharp spank on my ass. I cry out.
"You like that?" he murmurs, his voice catching at the back of his throat as he speaks. I can hear the sheer lust in his tone, the want, the desire that consumes him as it does me. I arch my back again, the sting of his hand on my ass sending a shiver through my whole body.
"Look at how wet you are for me already," he adds, shoving a hand between my legs, his fingers grazing the outside of my slit again. "You really need my cock inside of you, don’t you?"
His words are almost taunting. He already knows the answer. I can’t deny him now, not if I wanted to.
And God, I don’t want to, not even one little bit.
"Spread your legs."
I move them apart, looking over my shoulder at him. He slides his hand up the back of my neck, his fingers wrapping around the hair at my nape and giving it a light tug.
"You know how good you look right now, Sophia?" he murmurs. "You’re practically begging for my cock."
The filthy words fall out of his mouth with such ease. I know it’s far from the first time he’s said them. I don’t care, can’t care. I’m staring at him, silently begging him to give me what I need. And finally, he reaches down for his cock and takes himself into his hand.
Even the barest glimpse I can get of his dick from this angle looks so fucking good. And it feels even better when he shifts forward to press himself against my entrance, just the head popping past my aching slit. I groan again, my fingertips clawing at the wall.
And, slowly, slowly, he feeds the rest of his cock inside of me, taking his sweet time, letting me get used to the feel of him thrusting deep inside my pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never been so reckless, not in all my life, and it feels as though I’m going to burst, as though the pleasure is threatening to rise up and consume me at any moment.
"Push back against me," he orders, and I obey him at once. He lets out a satisfied groan as I grind back on the last few inches of his cock, taking his full length into me at last.
The fullness is almost more than I can take, and I have to pause for a moment just to get used to the feel of him like this. He rests his hands on my hips and lowers toward me so that his mouth is just an inch or two from my ear.
"You have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting to have you like this," he tells me, a low growl rising up from somewhere deep in his chest. And then, at last, he begins to move.
The way he fucks me, right there against the wall of the restaurant, is more than anything I could ever have imagined, even in my wildest fantasies—the pressure of his fingertips digging into my hips as he pulls me onto him, his breath in my ear, all of it building to that point of no return that threatens to give me something I know I will never be able to replicate with anyone else.
He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body, and I can feel his breath starting to grow ragged against the back of my neck. Another moan escapes my lips, and this time, he clamps his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.
"Careful, now," he warns me. "You don’t want anyone from the restaurant seeing you out here getting fucked by the boss, do you?”
The words are downright torment, so hot I can’t think straight. I need to stop this. But I need it to go on, more than anything. I’m grinding myself back into him with every thrust, feeling his length throbbing inside of me, the practiced skill with which he fucks me, like he owns me—like he knows I’m already helpless to resist him.
I’ve been teetering on the brink of an explosive climax since the moment I felt him push into me, but finally, I feel myself go over the edge and into my release. I clench around his cock, my body giving in to the intensity of the attraction between us. Nothing can touch this, nothing can come close. I claw at the walls, his hand clamped over my mouth to keep the moans of pleasure from escaping my lips, and rock back against him, desperate and needy.
"That’s it, baby," he murmurs in my ear, his teeth catching slightly on my lobe. "Come for me, okay? Come all over this cock..."
He plunges himself into me one last time and stills, allowing me to massage him to his own climax. I feel the moment he tips over the edge, and it sends another shock wave of pleasure through my body, knowing I’ve been enough to get him off, knowing I’ve turned him on enough that he can’t do anything but give in to it.
He holds himself there for a long moment and then, finally, pulls back, turning me around and pulling me into another kiss. My legs are trembling so hard, it’s virtually impossible for me to stay upright, and I cling to him for dear life.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, the expression on his face nearly impossible to read. He presses his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. And then, at last, he speaks.
"You need to tell me how the hell you know about Silencio."