Chapter 38 Stan
THIRTY-EIGHT
STAN
I’d admit to being out of practice.
It was probably why I never slept well anymore. Definitely not when I couldn’t secure my location.
But I rested.
And I felt like shit for it until I realized what had woken me up.
“Duci,” I groaned, sliding my hands through her hair as she bobbed her head, tucking me deeper into that devilish mouth of hers. “You spoil me. Fuck.”
Her cheeks caved in with those hard sucks.
Words spilled from me. “Your goddamn lips feel like heaven. That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. Fucking take me.”
My head rocked into the pillows as she managed to blow my mind by being everywhere at once.
Her hands twisted against the base of my shaft, using the spit she seemed to produce in copious amounts as a lube—best. Head.
Ever.—before she graced me with suction worthy of a vacuum and compounded it with a flick of her tongue underneath the rim of the mushroom tip every time she passed it.
When she pressed lower and swallowed around me, I literally saw the nerve endings exploding at the backs of my eyes.
“You’re too good at this, duci,” I snarled, tightening my fingers in her hair.
“I want a list of every man you’ve done this to so I can go and slice their throats.
” She groaned at that. “Ahhh, my little infirmera likes it when I’m bloodthirsty, huh?
Bet that comes as a surprise.” I smirked when I saw her shift between my thighs.
“That’s it. Let that heel of yours put pressure on your pussy.
But it won’t give you any friction, will it?
“You know what real pleasure is now. Nothing’ll be enough unless I’m the one giving it to you.”
She sucked on the tip of my dick as a punishment for me being cocky, but I tugged on her hair, hard enough for her to growl before she took me deeper.
“If that’s your idea of a punishment, bedda mia, you’re mistaken.” I grunted, unable to pump my hips to enhance her magic because her fist was locked down around the base of my dick.
Gésu, she was perfection.
Until I’d sensed her intent, she’d worked on me lazily.
My words made her more aggressive until I no longer saw stars—I was climaxing them.
Each pelt of cum on her tongue bordered on painful as she dragged it from me no matter how hard I tried to hold on, to hold off, to hold back, to keep on savoring her.
My lungs burned as I gave her the last wave of my seed, but she did as she had yesterday—stayed where she was. Warming my cock like her life depended on it.
“I don’t deserve your beautiful mouth, duci,” I praised.
Her tongue swept around my girth, drawing lines along the still-throbbing vein at the back, but the sensation of being wet, and warm, and home was practically a narcotic for a recovering addict like me.
While I petted her hair, I mumbled, “I’m not a virgin, Kitty.” That earned me a garbled snort. “I don’t expect you to be.” I snagged some strands of hair and tugged on them. “But fuck if I don’t want to erase every man who’s ever sniffed around you.”
I tipped my head so I could catch her eye when she carried on sucking me, holding me in her warmth.
I took it as a good sign that she didn’t bite my dick off.
Deciding to dice deeper with death, I continued, “You’re Irish—”
She rolled her eyes.
“—and I know you have protection, even if you choose to ignore it, but I want you to come to me if you ever have a problem. And I know how you roll. Because your sisters matter to you, they matter to me. So I include them in this.
“Any problems, you come to me. Your problems are my problems. I don’t care if the situation is ridiculous. You can lie to your siblings. But not to me. I can’t fix things if you don’t tell me the truth. Understood?”
That earned me a slow blink and a lash of her tongue to that sensitive strip of flesh under the mushroom tip of my dick.
I released a guttural groan. “If it’s a professor of Neev’s who’s flirting with her or if Raisin’s boss is coming on too strong.
If it’s a patient of yours or some fucker from a bar that looks at you the wrong way—you come to me.
” I fisted her hair and tugged until she no longer held my dick captive.
Until I could demand an answer out of her. “Capisci?”
Tongue smoothing a circle around what had to be her sore lips, she murmured, “I can take care of myself, Stan, but thank you.”
“Of course, you can take care of yourself, but why should you have to when you have me? That’s literally what I’m for.”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. Not in anger. In contemplation. “You know nurses pledge to do no harm?”
“I made no pledges.”
“I’m supposed to heal people.”
“Some people don’t deserve your attention.”
“We can both agree on that.” She graced me with a smirk. “I shove aside my opinions a lot of the time and help the most annoying of Karens…”
“That’s your job. I get it. But let me do mine. You don’t have to like it but let me.” I cupped her chin. “Pi favuri. Please.”
I was unafraid of begging, not when she tried to deny me my purpose.
She stared at me for so long that I feared where her mind went. Then, she shivered. “I shouldn’t want you to spill blood.”
“The heart needs what it needs, duci, and so long as your hands are clean, I’ll dirty my soul to keep them that way.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “They aren’t clean. You know what I’ve done.”
“The more I know, the more I can make sure it never comes back on you. The more I can protect you. That’s all I want, Kitty.”
She bit that still quivering lip. “You’d do that for me?”
“I will always keep you safe, bedda mia.”
“Why? Why me?” Her brow puckered. “I don’t understand. We barely know each other and yet, I feel the same. I feel like I was meant to meet you. I feel like…”
“What, duci?” I demanded when her words waned.
Her gaze ducked to my lap and her fingers swirled in some of the hair that furred along my thighs. I felt her trace the lines of a dona de fuera I had inked there. “I don’t want to wake up and for this to have been a dream.”
I sat up so I could cup her cheek. “àncilu, the men of New York are idiots.”
She frowned. “Um, okay?”
“They are. If you think this horrific weekend of horrors is a ‘dream.’” I tsked when she flushed.
“This is not on you. This is to their shame. But I am not a fool from New York.” My heritage leaked into my tone.
Making the words and syntax formal. “I am from Sicily, and we show our women how they are our queens.” When she licked her lips again, agitated this time, I dragged my tongue along her Cupid’s bow, just to feel the two collide.
I pulled back, only so I could intone, “This is not a dream, but I will show you what it means to be mine. Would you like that, gattaredda?”
Cheeks still bright pink, she nodded. Her gaze darted away. Caught mine. Shifted to my chest. Soared high. Then, shyly, my angel whispered, “You sounded really Sicilian then.”
“That’s because I am. You can take the man away from the island, but you can’t take the island away from the man. One day, we’ll visit together and you will see and you will understand.”
“I’d like that,” she squeaked, and I hid a smile.
There it was again—the squeak.
“Good, because it is in our future.”
“I-I put the ring on the nightstand.”
I cupped her chin and forced her to catch my eye. “You understand why I did this, yes?”
“Staked a claim?” The flush returned as she blurted in a rush: “I didn’t expect it but… I liked it.”
“Se, I figured that was your reaction when you didn’t slap me as soon as I walked through the door.” My lips curved at her huff, but I retrieved the ring. “I put it on you while you were sleeping.”
“I’m not sure how it fit.” She licked her lips. “Why were you carrying a ring like that around anyway?”
“Business,” I lied.
“Business…” Her glower was immediate. “Is it a blood diamond?”
“Such faith.” I snorted. “No.”
“Were you going to propose to someone else?”
“No.” Truth.
“What business?”
“Just business,” I repeated, then I grabbed her hand and slipped it onto her finger again. “Keep it.”
“Why? I’m not business.”
Oh, she fucking was my business.
I fixed her with a stare. “You know why.”
She traced my lips with her finger, but her focus was on her new ring. “I don’t understand you.”
“You don’t need to.”
Her nose wrinkled. “You moan when you eat cupcakes.”
“I like eating,” I teased with a shrug.
“You moan more when I blow you. I’m glad.”
“Just wait until I taste your cunt, then you’ll really hear me moan.” When the pink of her cheeks turned red, I didn’t let her squeak her way out of it.
I pressed my mouth to hers, but she pulled back before I could deepen the peck into a kiss.
“Better than cupcakes.” Sensing her hesitation, probably over the fact I’d just come in her mouth, I drew her to me and thrust my tongue between her lips. “You taste like mine.”
She sagged into me, but as my hands drifted down, tracing the line where her hip met her thigh so I could explore further, I quickly snatched her waist so I could lay her on her back.
With a yelp, she let me settle her how I wanted her.
My mouth joined hers, savoring in the taste of our mutual need. I raised her leg and pinned it to her chest. She wriggled beneath me, but I didn’t let her move. No, I wanted to keep her right where I’d positioned her.
Pressing my weight onto her raised thigh, I used my now-free hand to trickle my fingers over her pussy. She was wet. Fucking drenched. So goddamn juicy that I counted every single one of my blessings.
As I rubbed her clit, I pushed my forehead onto hers. “Like that, baby? Does it feel good?”
She wriggled some more. “Faster.” A panting breath escaped her. “Oh, god, Stan, I’m so close. Already.”
Sensing the truth in her words, I slapped her pussy with the flat of my hand. “That’s for last night. Lock the door when I tell you to.”
“Oh, god!”
“Wrong name.”
She hissed. “Stan.”
“That’s right, duci. Remember who takes you to the edge and I’ll let you fall over it…”