36. A Sucker
CHAPTER 36
A SUCKER
S erena
I’m a boneless, quivering mess as Antonio stares up at me from between my legs. No one has ever made me come that hard or that quickly in my life. I saw the moon, the stars, the whole fucking solar system in that never-ending moment of raw pleasure.
“Get on your hands and knees.” His voice is rough, filled with need as his hands curl around my hip and spin me around.
I can feel him thick and hard as he settles over me, and fuck, if I’m not ready for more. He runs his head through my soaked center and those tiny nerve endings light up again.
His body blankets mine, chest rubbing against my back. The bandage skims my shoulder blade, but I convince myself to ignore it. He said he was fine. But then again, he said that last time too…
“Are you sure this is okay?” I spit out before my own selfish motives prevent the words from slipping out.
His thick crown prods at my entrance. “Does it feel like I’m okay, tesoro ?”
“Yes,” I moan as those sensitive nerve-endings go haywire.
He moves higher, his warm breath spilling over my ear. “Are you on the pill?” he whispers.
“Sure as shit.” From the ripe old age of sixteen. There is no messing around with unprotected sex.
“Good, because I can’t wait to sink inside you and watch as my cum coats that beautiful pussy, then dribbles down your thigh.”
Anticipation tightens my core, and I arch my back, baring my already throbbing pussy. “I’m ready,” I rasp.
“That’s my good girl.” He rubs my back, then his hand climbs higher, fisting my hair. He twists so that my neck cants over my shoulder and he takes my mouth, hard, biting my lower lip.
Another round of need pulses low in my belly, and I’m aching for him. With his mouth still pressed to mine, his thick head pushes inside me, and another groan breaks free. It’s only the tip and I’m so hungry for more. I press my ass into him, willing him deeper inside.
“More,” I pant.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “I want all of you inside me.”
He thrusts, completely sheathing himself in one go. A cry purses my lips at the sudden fullness, the intense pleasure muddled with a streak of pain from being stretched so hard so fast. Then nothing but raw pleasure unfolds.
“Oh, Serena…” He pumps inside me, then draws out, almost to the tip before sinking in all the way again. “Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, tesoro . So tight and wet, you were made for me.”
It’s like he stole the exact words from my thoughts. I’ve never had a man so deep inside me, fitting perfectly into every contour, hitting every spot just as I need it.
He draws back before filling me again and again, his balls smacking against my ass and only intensifying the pleasure roaring through me. I could do this all day, all night and never have enough. His hand reaches around my waist and his fingers find my aching clit. Instantly, I give into his maddening touch, the feel of his cock thrusting in and in and in and those devastating fingers endlessly circling.
I’m raw sensation, fiery pleasure and need.
Antonio’s lips brush along my spine, each thrust punctuated by a lick or a teasing nibble. “So good,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear.
I can barely put together a word let alone an entire sentence. “Mmhmm,” I mumble.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
“Yes,” I groan. “Soon…”
“Take your time, tesoro . We have all the time in the world.”
I freeze at his words, memories of the conversation with Bella rising to the surface. Shit. We don’t have unlimited time. I have to meet Alessandro in Milano, or all hell will break loose.
He thrusts harder, reminding me I’m on the brink of climax, and I let my mind go blank once more. I’ll deal with explanations later. Right now, I just need this.
Antonio’s arm encircles my waist and before I can blink, I’m on my back again, staring up at intense smoldering onyx orbs. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”
His cock sinks back inside me and the delicious heat rages again, but his eyes remain fixed on mine, a wary expression sharpening his jaw line.
“I’ll tell you when we’re done, okay?” I run my hand along the hard planes of his back and pause, my fingers stilling, when I meet the raised, scarred skin.
His eyes darken, and I can practically see the icy mask falling back into place. His maddening pace slows, and I barely suppress the groan of disappointment. “We’re done.” He jerks out of me, and I whine my disapproval.
“Antonio!”
He sits up, his erection thick and angry between us. It doesn’t escape my attention that he’s made me come twice now, and he has yet to climax once. “Just tell me what’s on your mind. I can’t focus now.”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I regard him. “When you were unconscious, Elena came.”
“How?”
“I went into the city and found her contact info.”
A flicker of a smile curls the corner of his lip before it morphs into a scowl. “Wait. Why would you expose yourself like that? Why would you do something so risky?”
“I thought you were dying,” I hiss.
“So you should have let me,” he growls.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m not worth saving, Serena. When are you going to get that through your thick skull?”
“Oh, fuck you, Toni.”
“I was trying to, but then you froze… And you wouldn’t tell me what happened because clearly something did happen.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Is it because of what Otto did to you?”
“No!” I hiss. “This has nothing to do with that piece of shit. I want this…” I motion to his dick, which still stands erect and pulsing between us.
“Then what?”
“I’m meeting my cousin Alessandro in Milano in two days. When Elena was here, I used her phone to call Isabella.”
“Raf knows?” His brows arch, his voice rising a few octaves.
I nod slowly.
“ Cazzo , Serena.”
“I couldn’t get a hold of my parents, and I had to tell someone what was happening.” A twist of anger coats my words, bubbling up inside. “I have been more than a good hostage. How could I not contact my family when you were at death’s door?”
“You shouldn’t have just contacted them, cazzo . You should have left me!”
“It’s not as easy as it sounds. I ran into some guys in town and?—”
“What?” he roars, his eyes widening to twin pools of looming darkness. “Why didn’t you tell me that when you got here?”
I shrug. “You were all half-naked and alive and I don’t know… It must have been the adrenaline of the chase and?—”
“The chase?” His eyes turn murderous as he tosses me a towel. “Explain now.”
“So we’re really not going to finish?” Yes, I’m fully aware of how desperate and needy I sound.
“Not until you tell me exactly what happened in the past two days since I’ve been unconscious.”
I blow out a frustrated breath and toss him back the towel. “You need it more than I do. I have new clothes.” Tossing him a cheeky grin, I search the floor for my discarded panties and jeans.
He’s growling curses as he wraps the towel around his waist. I almost suggest putting on the clothes I hung for him to dry, but his lethal expression stills my tongue. Once we’re both mostly clothed, we settle on the floor across from each other and I recount my story from the moment I woke up finding him burning up to a few minutes ago when I raced back into the boathouse.
When I finish, he just stares at me for a long moment. “Why did you come back?”
Ugh, not this again. “I don’t know, okay? I guess I’m just a sucker for half-dead men with huge cocks.”
The ghost of a smile flickers across his face, but he shuts it down before it really shines. “You did the right thing contacting your family,” he finally breathes out. “And I’ll be sure to get you back to Milano in time to meet with your cousin.”
“I’m not sure it’ll be that easy now that I’ve been spotted.” I point at the shopping bags by the door. “At least we have food and a phone though.”
“I’ll find a way to get us out of this mess, I swear it.”