Chapter 17
Bianca
It’s been a week and still no sign of Bishop or any of his men. What is the delay?
“You look like you’re thinking about something serious,” I say to Costi who appears to be concentrating hard as we laze on the back deck, overlooking the ocean.
“Just enjoying this.” He squeezes my hand.
I lean back in the lounge chair. “Me too. What’s going to happen when I go back to Miami?”
“I don’t know.”
My heart flutters but quickly disappears when I think about home. I can’t just leave my father and the business, but I can’t leave Costi either. “Maybe we can be bi-coastal? Or maybe, I could move here.” I hold my breath, hoping he agrees to something because I can’t live without this man.
He glances over at me. “I guess I’ll be heading back home to Miami then.”
I pop up in my seat, dropping his hand and turn to face him head on. “You’d do that?”
“Bianca, for you, I’d do anything.”
“What about your own business and your, uh… pirate life? I can’t ask you to move for me.”
“We’ll make it work.” He sits up to face me. “I’ll do anything to be with you, Bianca. If it means leaving Greece and my company behind, then so be it. I already have enough money, so I don’t need to work.”
I gawk at him in disbelief. “Are you sure?”
“Do you want me to live in Miami with you?”
“More than anything. But I’m willing to commute to be with you too. You’re right,” I say with a big grin. “We’ll make it work. Whatever I need to do.”
He reclines in the lounge chair and reaches for my hand. “Come here.”
The thought of Costi returning with me to Miami gives me hope this thing between us is real. I want it to be, but a small part of me fears it’s all too good to be true. It isn’t too much to ask for, is it?
I leave my lounger and straddle his lap. “Are you sure?” I ask him once more.
He answers by prying my lips open with his tongue. He traces it along mine and deepens the kiss as he grabs my ass. “One-hundred percent.”
I smile against his lips, wanting this all to be true. To be real.
It is, isn’t it?
He kneads my ass with his hands and stands in one fluid motion to take me inside. He rushes down the hallway, his lips trying desperately to stay connected to my skin as he moves through the house.
Once he’s in the back bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed. He removes his clothes in an instant and grabs my ankle to tug me to the edge of the bed. He lowers himself to his knees, spreading my legs before him.
“That’s a good girl. Spread those legs for me.” He removes the rest of my clothing and drags his tongue through my wetness. “You taste so fucking ready. Look at how wet you are.” He grips my thighs, tugging me closer to his face.
I lean my head back, closing my eyes.
“No, look at me. Watch me eat this perfect pussy.”
I prop up on my elbows so I can get a good view of Constantine working me over. It’s hard to stay alert when he’s making me feel so good. My whole body comes alive as he continues to suck my heated skin.
“You’re so hot,” he whispers, using his fingers to get a rhythm going against my clit. I’m so close to coming.
I’m just so close.
He keeps touching me, licking me, and I grind against him, my body so so ready. “That’s right. Come, Bianca. Come all over me. Use my tongue to get off.” He hums along my skin, nibbling my clit.
His grip tightens against my ass as he feasts on me. My fingers grip his hair, pulling his face closer as I moan loudly.
“Please, don’t stop,” I beg. I fucking beg because it all feels so good. I want him inside me, but he rewards me with his finger and then another. He’s controlling everything about this moment and all I can do is sit back and enjoy.
“Costi,” I call out, unable to contain it any longer. My orgasm is right there.
So close.
Right before I get off, Costi stands, fisting his large dick in his hand.
“I’m not missing out on this tight pussy.” He slams inside me, pushing in as deep as he can go. He leans over me, kissing me so I can taste myself all over his mouth.
He moves inside me, in and out, and I wrap my legs around his back. “Your pussy is paradise. That’s it. Use my cock to get off. Use it.”
I move with him as he hammers into me as fast as he can. His hands fly all over my body, squeezing my breasts and one even wraps around my throat briefly as his tongue drags across my collarbone.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He stills his body as his eyes meet mine. “Bianca, you’re so perfect.”
Tears threaten to spill out as he stares at me with wonder. “Costi,” I moan out, wanting him to move.
“B, look at me,” he whispers as my eyes flutter closed.
I open them, gazing into his dark eyes. “You were made for me.” He kisses me as his body rocks slowly into me. So agonizingly slow.
“Please, move. Faster,” I beg.
“I love how greedy your pussy is.” He rocks into me, moving just a bit faster than before. It’s very intimate, moving this slowly, and I feel even more connected to him.
I stare into his eyes as he pushes deeper, slower, then a little faster. The tempo has my body building once more, and I nearly black out from the force my orgasm slams into me with. I grip onto his shoulders, moaning out his name as my release washes over me in waves.
Costi bites his lower lip, groaning through his release right after me. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers once more.
We lie together, our bodies calming, as Costi holds me in his arms. We end up making love a few more times throughout the night, and the next morning, I wake with Costi still holding onto me.
“You look worried,” he whispers, after we’ve been awake in bed for a while.
“I’m not worried.”
“I’ve got a call in to Bishop, so we should hear from him today.”
I look into Costi’s brown eyes, shaking my head. “I don’t want to talk about Bishop right now.”
He smirks. “Oh, what do you want to talk about then?”
I trace my hand further down his stomach. “I don’t want to talk at all.” I scoot down the bed and press a kiss below his belly button. Costi hardens instantly and groans his approval. “I don’t want to talk either.”
I slip his boxer-briefs down his legs and rub a hand over his dick. I pepper kisses around the base of his cock, dragging my tongue up to the tip.
“Stick it all the way down your throat,” he tells me. “Choke on it.”
I get lost in Costi’s dark eyes and want to please him more than anything. In an impressive performance of a blowjob, I get to work on his dick, sucking, nearly gagging on his thick flesh.
I make out with his sturdy length, memorizing every little movement makes him groan and grumble.
His sounds turn me on, and it makes me work harder for the rewards he gives me.
“I love your sweet mouth, Bianca.” He thrusts his hands into my tousled hair, fisting the strands. “This dick was made for your mouth.”
I suck him deeper, wanting him to lose control. He’s right on the brink, and I love that I’m making him feel this way. I’m so wet, my core tightens into a coiled frenzy, begging for my own release. I want to touch myself, relieve the ache buried deep between my legs. It’s burning like a campfire turned into a forest fire, destroying everything in its path. I need him inside me.
I wiggle a little to relieve the intense desire.
“I know what you need,” he tells me, his hand still fisted in my tendrils. “I know what my girl needs.”
I continue sucking, my eyes gazing into his.
“You need to come, don’t you?”
I nod.
He pulls out of my mouth. “You’re horny for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He pulls me up and rolls me onto my back and removes the shorts I slept in. “Tell me your soaked little cunt is ready for me.”
“I’m so ready for you,” I tell him, spreading my legs.
Desire for him drenches my panties. He kisses my mound and hooks his thumbs into the waistband, tugging the flimsy material down my legs.
“My dick is so hard for you.” He tosses the black lace on the floor, and moves to where he’s kneeling between my legs, his behemoth of a cock fisted in his hands. He strokes it up and down, staring at me in a way that gives me goosebumps. “Tell me this is what you want.” He pumps his dick faster, his eyes trained on mine.
“I want you, Costi.”
“I’ve waited years for you to say those words to me.”
“I want you.” I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him down on top of me.
He centers his dick at my entrance and pushes in slowly, achingly slow.
“I’m right on the edge,” he says, bringing his thumb to circle my pulsing clit.
I’m right on the edge as well, so close to coming, but with the pace he’s set, it will be nearly impossible to get myself there anytime soon. “Faster,” I beg him.
“Look at you, all needy for this dick.” He drags his tongue along my collarbone. “Tell me how greedy you are for my cock.”
“I’m so greedy for it.” I thrust my hips up, trying to get Costi to move, but he only slows down more until we’re barely moving together. “Please, Costi. Move faster.”
“You want me to fuck you faster?” His words come out between panted breaths, like it’s taking his last resolve to hold still. “You want me to ram this hard dick inside you?”
“Yes, please. Fuck me as hard as you can,” I beg.
Costi doesn’t move, and only stares down at me, his breathing ragged. “I don’t think you could handle me fucking you as hard as I can.”
“Try me,” I tell him, meaning every word. “Fuck me, Costi. Fuck me as hard as you want. I want you to feel good. I want you to enjoy it.” I bite my lower lip as he studies me, his body not moving.
“Get on all fours, baby. I want to see that sexy ass when I’m slamming into you from behind.”
He snakes one arm under my hips, flipping me over. The other hand flies into my hair, and he pulls my head back. “I want this pussy wet and ready for my thick cock.”
He brings his dick all the way back, to where the enlarged tip is barely inside, and then slams it inside me as he slaps my ass. He continues this at a rapid tempo, each stroke of his cock getting more and more forceful.
But, I can see it there. The starvation he has for this. The utter need he has for my body. For him to fuck me as hard as he can. To take out the sexual tension he’s had coiled deep inside him.
He continues pounding into me, back and forth, over and over, and all I can do is hold on, enjoying every thrust.
“You’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure you never forget it.”
He hammers into me, fucking me senseless, and I grip the sheet of the mattress, moaning out my pleasure.
“Fuck, Bianca,” he barely gets out, his grunts becoming louder with each push and pull of our bodies.
“I’m so close.” My release slams into me, and I cry out.
“I’ve got you,” Costi soothes. “Come for me. I’ve got you.”
Emotions take over, and my body explodes with a frenzied madness. Costi slows his movements and holds on to me even tighter than before.
“Don’t let go,” I whisper.
“Never.”
He turns my head, pressing his lips to mine and his body speeds back up. This time, I’m moving with him, milking his dick with the last waves of my orgasm.
He grunts through his release, his dick throbbing inside me.
My legs spread wider as he grips my ass, letting him have all of me. His other hand is fisted in my hair as he pounds into me from behind.
I’m his, and I’ll forever be his.
I kind of think I’ve always been.
“Bishop called.”
The words hang in the air. Costi doesn’t say anymore. It’s like as soon as the words rushed out of his mouth, an ominous cloud settled over us.
“Oh,” is all I can say.
He wraps his arms around my shoulders, bringing me in closer to his chest for a hug. “Everything will be ok.”
“I know it will.” A speck of doubt nags at the corners of my mind, despite my positive attitude. A small part of me feels like this looming demise is waiting for me as soon as I let my guard completely down.
“He’ll want to meet with me first, and I’ll need to show him I do indeed have you. So, ready to make a video?”
I shrug. “I suppose. What type of video?”
He releases me and walks over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a newspaper. “I just need you to state your name and hold up the paper.”
“Sounds easy enough.” I nibble the corner of my lip. “Are you sure this is going to work?”
He kisses my forehead, handing me the paper. “Yes.” He cups my cheek with one hand. “B, I won’t let anyone hurt you. If Bishop lays one finger on you, I’ll scorch the earth until he’s dead.” He leans in and kisses my lips, making my heart flip in my chest.
My nerves are all over the place, but I trust Costi to not let anything go wrong. However, I know Bishop, and I know the type of man he is. He’s not a good one.
I’ll need to stay alert and make sure I can protect myself.
“One more thing,” Costi says.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t look so in love with me.” He grins, attempting to lighten the solemn mood.
I smile, smacking him with the paper. “Who said I was in love with you?”
He captures me in his strong arms. “I say it. You’re in love with me, Bianca. You always have been.” He leans in, cutting off any response with his succulent lips. Not that I mind. His statement rings true in my heart, but I don’t know if I can voice the words just yet. Does he feel the same?
Is it how he knows how I feel?
He breaks the kiss and leans back, searching for something in my eyes. “Tell me I’m right.”
I remain silent and he kisses me again, only harder this time. Rougher. Like he wants me to say he’s right more than anything in the world.
And he is right.
I keep kissing him, hoping he can figure out the answer without me saying it.
“If you don’t tell me right now, Bianca, I’ll go completely insane.” His breathing is ragged and the look in his eyes is pure fire.
“I love you,” I whisper to him, my body heating, knowing there’s no turning back from this moment.
He studies me, his mouth so close to mine. As if he can’t breathe, he kisses me. It’s passionate, needy, so desperate. His hands plunge into my hair, and he tugs me closer.
I’ll never be able to get enough of him, and I briefly think about what our life in Miami will be like.
He pulls away, his eyes roaming over my body. “It’s always been you, Bianca.” And then he heads toward the door, not turning back.