CHAPTER TWO
SIENNA
“Are you going to tap out?” I asked as he rolled us with him landing on his stomach and me straddling his back.
My arms maintained their position around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make breathing difficult without actually cutting off his air. He rolled us again. My back was now pressed against the mat, but my hold on him was still tight. He was not about to shake me off.
“I’m not letting go, so you may as well tap out,” I told him.
“You’re cheating,” he rasped, voice strained from the pressure on his windpipe.
“And you’re still hard,” I reminded him, rubbing my foot over his crotch.
I felt it twitch beneath the fabric of his shorts, his body betraying him even as he struggled against my hold. Unable to help myself, I rubbed my foot over his length again.
“Careful, piccolla demone,” he groaned.
Damn, his groans made my pussy want to tap out right then and there. There was something about the way his voice dropped an octave when he was aroused that made me want to release him just so he could pin me down and fuck me senseless.
But I wasn’t about to forfeit this victory. Not when I was so close. That didn’t mean I couldn’t tease him. Legs around his waist, I pressed both of my feet against the tent in his pants and stroked up and down.
This was my first time jacking someone off with my feet. Who knew it could be so damn arousing? My beast was rock hard now.
“Sienna,” he groaned.
I smiled before pressing a kiss to his temple. He strained his neck, trying to break my chokehold.
“Go ahead and tap out, Beast. You’ve lost this round,” I whispered, before pressing my lips to a small, exposed part of his neck. When he didn’t reply right away, I gently bit him there while stroking his cock with my feet.
“I tap out,” he groaned, his hand slapping the mat twice. “But you’re playing dirty.”
“That’s the only way to play,” I replied, excited with my victory.
I placed a kiss on his cheek before releasing him so he could roll away from me. As soon as he was off me, I leapt to my feet. My soles had barely met the mat before he spun around.
My eyes widened, gaze meeting his. He smiled, then grabbed me. The next thing I knew, the mat hit my back for the tenth time. Stefano’s body came down over mine again, pinning me against the floor.
“Ten,” he growled, dark eyes meeting mine. “I win.”
Well damn. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way his thumb traced idle patterns on my wrist where he held me captive.
“You barely won,” I told him.
“Ten to four. That doesn’t sound like barely to me.”
“I was just getting warmed up,” I lied.
Truth was, it was me who’d fucked up. High off my victory, I lowered my guard. Seeing that, he attacked right when he should’ve. And that’s why he won. I had to take these sparring sessions more seriously. I couldn’t let him beat me like this again.
“Oh, you were just getting warmed up?” he scoffed. “Yeah, right. You lost that last match because you got distracted. You were excited about your win, and that cost you,” he told me, releasing my wrists.
His hands slid down my arms slowly, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and I was instantly aware of our positions. He was pressed against me, hard cock resting against my thigh.
I was breathing rapidly, my nipples poking his chest through the thin fabric of my sports bra. Every point of contact between us felt electrified, like a fuse primed to explode.
“You lost, beautiful. It’s time for you to give me what you owe me,” he whispered, his lips so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I lied, batting my eyelashes in mock innocence.
“I’m talking about our bet.”
“A bet?” I cocked my head to the side. “What bet, Mr. Deluca?”
His mouth curved into a seductive grin that made me want to do wicked things to this man.
“You know what bet I’m talking about. But I’m willing to refresh your memory. The terms were that the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.”
I knew exactly what the bet was because it had been my idea. I’d hoped to win and force him to come to the cooking class with Eve and me. The thought of seeing the feared Silent Beast in a class full of women, wearing an apron and learning to make pasta, had been too delicious to resist.
I guess I’d have to challenge him again next weekend and actually win. Then again, taking him to a class full of women probably wasn’t a good idea. I’d hate to have to slam a skillet into a hoe’s head for looking at my man.
I’d come up with another bet later. For now, I was the loser, and I was at his mercy. Judging by the heat in his gaze and the hardness pressing against me, my beast had something filthy planned for me.
Whatever it was, I was sure I would enjoy it more than learning to make carbonara anyway. Heat pooled low in my belly that had nothing to do with our workout and everything to do with the way his gaze raked over my sweat-slicked body.
“I accept my defeat. You won the bet. What do you plan to do to me?” I asked, meeting Stefano’s dark gaze, trying to sound nonchalant despite the anticipation thrumming through my veins.
His lips curved into that sinful smirk that made my pussy flutter.
“I want to fuck you right here, right now,” he replied, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that never failed to make my thighs clench.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning reluctance even as desire shot through me like lightning.
“But we’re all sweaty,” I complained.
“And we’re going to get even sweatier,” my beast countered, his large hands sliding down my sides to hook his fingers in the waistband of my shorts.
He tugged, and I lifted my hips instinctively to help him. He stripped me of my shorts and panties in record time. My sports bra disappeared next, pulled over my head before I could even pretend to protest. And then he was removing his own shorts and briefs, freeing his monster.
Hello, beast number two.
I smiled as he stroked his hard cock while staring down at my exposed pussy like a man who’d been starving for days and was finally presented with a feast. My pussy grew wetter under his intense scrutiny, my arousal building just from the way he looked at me.
“You’re glistening for me,” he rasped, eyes fixed between my thighs.
A shiver raced down my spine when he slid a finger between my wet folds. My hips bucked involuntarily, letting him know just how much his touch was affecting me. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan as his finger glided through my slickness.
“You were talking about how hard I was, but failed to mention how wet you are,” he drawled, a finger circling my clit.
I tried to maintain some semblance of control, even as my body betrayed me.
“I’m sweaty, not wet,” I fibbed, knowing full well he could feel the truth coating his fingers.
“Is that so? I guess I need to do a taste test to find out if you’re telling the truth or not,” he told me, causing my eyes to widen as he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean.
“This can’t be sweat. This is that sweet taste I’ve become addicted to.
The taste I dream about. The taste I need more of,” he growled.
When he moved to lower his mouth to my pussy, I gripped his hair, preventing him from licking me.
“Beast, can we at least shower first?” I asked.
He sighed heavily as he stared at me, exasperation and amusement battling in his expression.
“Little Demon, I’ve fucked you until we were both drenched in sweat, and then turned around and ate this pussy and that ass. My mouth has been on every part of you. If I have no complaints, why do you?”
I mean, he wasn’t lying. But sex sweat and workout sweat were two different things in my mind. I couldn’t believe I was about to distract him from eating my pussy.
“Beast, I don’t have time for all of that,” I said, switching tactics. “I’m ready for you to fuck me. If we take too long, Eve will be pulling up and demanding you free me. You know how she gets when you’re reluctant to share me.”
“Don’t use Eve as an excuse,” he countered, seeing through my words immediately.
Damn it.
“Stefanooo,” I whined.
“Brat,” he sighed. “I’m eating this pussy as soon as we get out of the shower. You won’t be allowed to tap out until I’ve had my fill. I don’t care if Eve shows up and starts banging on the doors. You’re mine until I’m full,” he told me, lowering his body to mine.
My breath hitched as he slid his thick cock through my wetness, teasing me. My pussy fluttered in anticipation, ready to be filled by him, stretched by him. It made no damn sense for a cock to be this big, this thick, this perfect.
I kept my eyes locked on Stefano’s because if I stared down at his cock, it would send me into a dick trance. He eased into me with agonizing slowness, and my body bloomed for him like a flower seeking sunlight.
I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, causing him to sink deeper, eliciting a gasp from both of us.
“I love the way this pussy grips me,” Stefano groaned, sinking deeper, taking his time with me.
“I love the way you fill this pussy,” I told him as he stretched me, my inner walls pulsing around him, adjusting to his girth.
And then he thrust forward, filling me completely, sending tendrils of pleasure spiraling all over my body. The sensation was so intense that for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything except him inside me, claiming me, completing me.
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, a tender gesture that contrasted with the carnal hunger in his eyes.
“Hold on, beautiful,” Stefano whispered, his voice thick with arousal. “It’s about to be a bumpy ride.”
And a bumpy ride it was. Stefano slid almost all the way out of me, then slammed into me with a force that made stars explode behind my eyes. I liked to call them sex glitter. I only saw them when Stefano Deluca fucked me silly.