3. Manuel
THREE
MANUEL
A thena.
The name suited her perfectly—a goddess of wisdom and beauty. I had yet to learn her last name, but I would.
I liked her spirit. A lot.
My driver, who I messaged while we were in the bar, was waiting for us outside.
Athena faltered at my side, and I pulled my hand away from her back, not wanting to make assumptions. Disappointment hit me hard, because I hadn’t stopped thinking about peeling that dress off from the moment I saw her.
“Changed your mind?”
She took a deep breath before facing me.
“I haven’t, but…” She jutted her chin in the direction of my waiting car. “Car sex isn’t a problem, but the streets are still busy, so I think we’ll have a hard time finding somewhere private. Besides, your driver might get horny, and I’m really not into threesomes or voyeurism.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. I’d had my share of women, but none of them had ever managed to throw me so off-kilter. I needed her like nothing else.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice low and firm. “This isn’t a high school prom, and I’m definitely not taking you in the back seat of a car.” I ushered her forward where my driver stood holding the door open. She slid into the back, looking up at me as I followed her in. “Thank you, Giuseppe. Take us to La Réserve.”
As Giuseppe pulled the car into traffic, my gaze lingered on Athena. So many images tumbled through my mind—spread out over my sheets as I ate her out, her face buried in the pillow as I took her from behind, holding a fist in her hair while she screamed in pleasure.
Her green eyes darted to me, cheeks flushed, and she licked her lips. Just like that, my dick twitched.
“La Réserve as in the hotel?”
I nodded. “Unless you’d rather we pick a different place.”
She took her bottom lip between her lips. “Well, I think they’re pretty exclusive. They might not…” She trailed off, her brow wrinkling. “I don’t think they accommodate hookups.” Her eyes glinted with a mixture of mischief and lust as she focused on my lips. “And I really, really need to get laid tonight.”
I wiped a hand over my mouth and grinned. Her honesty was refreshing.
“Considering it’s mine, I’m sure they’ll find a way to make an exception.” I brushed her hair off her shoulders. “Don’t worry, amorina . I’ll be buried so deep inside your clenched pussy, you’re going to come harder than you ever have, all over my cock.” I brushed my knuckles over her burning cheeks. “You’ll get, as you Americans like to say, laid .”
She squirmed on the leather seat, squeezing her thighs together, and I officially went from half-hard to fully erect.
The car came to a stop and the door opened. I climbed out and extended my hand to help her. She took it, smoothing her dress with her free hand, then flicked me a glance, giving me a smile that made my blood heat.
“Good. I love a sure thing.”
Cristo.
I loved her sass, but I would love filling her mouth even more.
I guided her toward the hotel entrance, trying to see it through Athena’s eyes and hoping it met her expectations. The hotel building with a Baroque-style fa?ade adorned with sculptures and balustrades was the attraction for many visitors, but few could afford it.
Her heels clicked against the marble lobby, and I sensed discreet glances thrown our way. I guided her to the elevator, swiped my key card, and pressed the button for the top floor.
Her brow arched. “Penthouse suite?”
My lips curved up. “Only the best for you.”
“Would this be a good time to ask you what you do?”
There was no way I’d tell her about my dealings with the mafia, so I settled for something a little more vague. “This and that. You?”
She laughed. “This and that also, but apparently I’m not doing it as well as you.”
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open as we reached the top floor. I stood back, letting her walk through first, and watched as her eyes widened. It was an everyday sight for me, but even I couldn’t deny the beauty of this centuries-old establishment. High ceilings, a crystal chandelier hanging over the private dining room table, marble floors and plush leather armchairs facing a crackling fireplace. It was all state of the art, restored with painstaking attention to detail by some of the country’s most famed architects and interior designers.
But nothing came close to the unobstructed view of the Paris skyline, the Seine River snaking beneath the Pont Alexandre III and giving way to some of the city’s best boulangeries and department stores.
Until tonight.
The woman standing before the window, her fingers resting against the glass as she looked over the city spread out beneath her, rivaled the seventeen-thousand-dollar-per-night view from my hotel’s top suite, no questions asked.
“Would you like something to drink?” I offered. After all, I didn’t want to be the heathen intent on rutting into her beyond all else, even though it was the only thing on my mind at the moment.
Her eyes darted to me for a moment, and she said, “No, I’m good, thanks,” before glancing back at the city’s twinkling lights.
I studied her petite frame with that narrow waist and beautiful curvy hips while visions of her bent over the back of the couch and our sweat-slicked bodies moving together played in my mind.
I loosened my tie, thumbing the silky material as I imagined wrapping it around her wrists, holding them above her head, and thrusting into her tight heat. But I had to deliver on my promise first.
I came to stand behind her, my painfully hard cock brushing against her round ass. She inhaled sharply, then looked over her shoulder at me. She didn’t turn around, just waited, and it was such a fucking turn-on.
I pulled the zipper of her dress down, the sound, mixed with her soft breaths, sending a seductive echo through the room. It dropped silently to the floor while my attention zeroed in on an angry scar on her left shoulder blade.
I traced my finger over it lightly, careful not to hurt her, the texture rough. She stiffened but didn’t move away.
“What’s this?” I asked her.
She glanced over her shoulder. “A burn mark.”
Bending my head down, I pressed a kiss against it. “How did it happen?”
Inhaling deeply, she slowly released her breath. “Fire,” she muttered. “I’m not fond of them.” Then she turned her face away from me. “Now, are we going to talk or get busy?”
I let out a sardonic breath. “Which would you prefer?”
Her answer was demonstrative. Her lacy bra and panties joined her dress on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her strappy heels.
With one hand, I tilted her head to the side and brushed my lips against the soft skin of her neck, tracing my tongue over her fluttering pulse. I couldn’t help but bite gently, needing to mark her somehow, the impulse foreign.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my voice gravelly.
As she faced me, my eyes were immediately drawn to her full breasts as they rose and fell, her pink nipples forming hard little points and begging me for attention.
I reached up and cupped one full breast in the palm of my hand, bending my head to take the tight peak into my mouth. She arched her back, her head falling against the window and her hands coming up to clutch my hair. I swirled my tongue around her nipple and was rewarded with a moan.
I moved my attention to her other breast, nipping and biting at her tender tip and then easing the sting with a light brush of my tongue.
“Manuel,” she gasped as I grazed my teeth against it. “I need… more.”
I straightened, releasing her nipple with a soft pop, and met her half-lidded gaze. She stood there naked, the night sky as her backdrop, snaking her hand down her stomach, down between her thighs, and brushing her fingers against her slick entrance.
Fuck, she was perfect.
The fact she didn’t feign shyness was so incredibly sexy, I couldn’t resist unzipping my pants to pull out my aching shaft. Athena’s eyes widened, fixating on my cock.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she breathed, working herself faster. I wrapped my fingers around it and started to pump myself. “Are you going to fuck me?”
Dio , she was gorgeous.
I tightened my grip on my cock at the clear invitation in her voice. “No, amorina . First I’m going to eat your dripping wet pussy.”
I released my shaft and gripped her wrist, stopping her frantic movements as she worked her clit.
“No,” she whimpered, arousal trickling down her inner thighs and perfuming the air. Fuck, she smelled like honeydew in the spring. She squirmed, her fingers reaching for her clit, then letting out a pouty protest. “Manuel, I’m so close.”
I reached down with one hand, running it up her thigh, then watched her face as I brushed my fingers over her wet folds. Her lips parted and her eyes went glassy as my thumb pressed against her damp, swollen spot. Her hips bucked and a whispered moan dropped from her lips.
“You’ll come with my mouth on your pussy,” I growled, my lips traveling down until they hovered just over hers before licking her bottom lip sensually. Pressing deeper, I slid my finger into her slick heat. My throat went dry. Eager to replace my fingers with my mouth, I murmured, “I’m going to fuck your cunt with my fingers and get you ready to take every inch of my cock.”
I thrust my fingers deeper at the same time I brought the hand she used to pleasure herself to my mouth and sucked her fingers clean. Her hips began to move in rhythm with my fingers, sliding in and out. Her lips parted as she watched me, sneaking glances down to where our bodies were connected.
She moaned, and I nearly did too, our breaths the only noise filling the space between us. Her eyes were dilated, her cheeks flushed when she said, “More. Please.”
Without further ado, I dropped to my knees and hooked one of her legs over my shoulder. Lust drummed a heavy beat in my blood and my hard dick strained, but this was about her pleasure. I buried my face in her glistening pussy, running my tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long swipe. A satisfied groan pushed past my mouth, her taste sending my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
She was fucking delicious—like a fine Italian wine. I alternated sucking and flicking her clit, then slid a finger back inside her. Her head fell back against the window with a soft thump, her pants and moans getting louder.
I grazed her clit with my teeth, then looked up at her. “The whole city’s watching us, my tongue in your pussy, amorina .”
Her hips rocked against my mouth, her fingers clutching my hair as if scared I’d pull away. The world could stop turning and I’d die a happy man with her pussy suffocating me. I thrust my tongue inside her entrance, groaning against her slick flesh as I savored the arousal seeping from her.
“Manuel!” she gasped, sucking in a sharp breath. Her hands clutched my hair as I continued licking and thrusting my tongue into her. Her hips ground against my mouth with desperation, and I rubbed my thumb against her swollen clit in a steady rhythm.
Her hands tightened in my hair, her pelvis jolted forward, grinding on my face, and she came with panting moans as her inner muscles spasmed around my fingers.
When she sagged, I swiped my tongue over her one last time, then stood. I brought each finger that was inside her to my mouth and licked them clean.
“Are you ready for the next round?” I managed to say. Her eyes fell to my achingly hard dick and her dainty little hand reached for it, palming it. I groaned at how good it felt. “ Sì, amorina ?”
She watched me through her hooded gaze, then nodded with an audible swallow.
“Walk to the bedroom,” I commanded, giving her a wolfish smile. “Straight back on the right.”
To her credit, she obeyed. With her back to me, I discarded my gun holster and shoved it into the drawer-safe that opened and locked with my fingerprint. Once I heard it click shut, I followed close behind, admiring her beautiful round ass. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, then kicked off my shoes and stripped off my socks.
Her heels clicking against the hardwood, she reached the bed and looked over her shoulder at me just as my pants came down, leaving me in black boxers.
“Fuck,” she muttered, her look of appreciation making me want to pound my chest. “You’re hot.”
“Get on the bed, crawl up to the top, then sit with your back against the headboard.”
She did as I said, then leaned back against the mahogany headboard and parted her thighs in invitation, the need in her eyes reflecting my own.
I looked at her slick, pink flesh, and the urge to crawl between her thighs and fuck my way into her heat seared through me. But I promised her one more orgasm. I closed my eyes, drawing on every thread of self-control, and when I opened them, I found her playing with her pussy with a naughty grin curving her lips.
“I’d rather have your dick inside me,” she breathed.
Watching her play with herself, I discarded my boxers. The bed dipped under my weight as I climbed onto it and made my way between her spread legs.
“You’re going to have to wait a bit longer,” I said, and lightly smacked her wrist away. “Now hands off. Your pussy’s mine.”
My dick leaked pre-cum, and I smeared it against her inner thighs as I pushed over her, savoring the scent of her arousal, knowing she was ready for me. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, and slowly brushed the tip of it against her hot entrance.
Her back arched off the bed, the tip of my dick sliding inside her. “Oh my God…”
I gritted my teeth, my muscles twitching, but I pulled away, wanting her desperate for my cock. It was her next move that surprised me.
With all the grace in the world, she slid out from underneath me and reversed our positions. My hands came to grip her hips as she straddled me, her slick pussy coating my thigh.
“Athena, this wasn’t the deal,” I grunted.
She smiled, her cheeks flushed and her hair tousled, looking like a goddess of seduction herself, and I knew.
I knew—fucking knew. One night would never be enough.