23. Romeo
23
ROMEO
T he more that I healed from being shot, the busier I became. Not only with Tessa and her eagerness to have sex with me on my terms, but also with the family.
It was too easy to assume it was just me and her, the two of us, and that nothing else mattered. In the penthouse so high in the sky, it sometimes felt like it was just us alone, on top of the world and untouched by any outside influences.
Meeting with my father and Franco proved otherwise.
“That motherfucker is going to regret the day he ever dared to set foot on our turf,” my father growled, pacing near the table out near the pool that was already being serviced for the fall closing procedure.
Stefan Giovanni was ramping up his attacks. Just this morning, he had his goons set fire to one of our businesses. It was “just” a bakery and deli. That was what it would look like in the news. To all who knew what was what, Stefan had tried to take out one of our well-operated drug packaging sites. The entire basement level of that building was where we had drugs packaged for dealers.
Fortunately, no one was in there when the fire was lit. No deaths. And with a transitional step between deliveries, not much product was lost in the fire, either. Still, it was a pain in the ass to deal with. Paying off the fire marshal to look the other way about evidence. Reducing the rumors spread about what happened. All of it.
Franco groaned and rubbed his face. “But we still won’t handle it if they attack from two sides. Stefan’s well versed on how to cause trouble for us, but those goddamn bikers are a whole other issue. They won’t play by the same rules, and we risk being outnumbered.”
My father paced again, shaking his head. “I know. But it’s fucking bullshit.”
We weren’t being cowardly about retaliating, but wise about it. Rushing into anything with guns blazing wouldn’t equal glory.
“He’ll feel the heat when we foil his plans with the MC, then,” I said, already laying out the ways we could fuck with them. Andy continued to give me intel, and I put it to good use now. All that spying would benefit us.
After that meeting, my work time took over my opportunities to fuck Tessa and simply enjoy having her close. I was glad that she never lacked for anything to preoccupy herself. If she wasn’t reading or texting with Nina, she was cleaning. The penthouse didn’t get that dirty with just the two of us, but I noticed that she liked things tidy. Perhaps it was a residual effect of her always having jobs, a built-in or trained neat-freak tendency. She might have come across like a clingy woman to others, but she wasn’t lazy or spoiled. Her baking attempts were precious disasters, but I appreciated that she had her own interests.
Having to go into the city and meet with the men more often wasn’t a hardship, but now that I had Tessa in my life, I wanted the ability to make her my whole life. She might still be falling for me, but I’d fallen first. And hard. It was only her inexperience and recent rape trauma that kept me at a more mild-mannered pace with her.
A week after the fire, I came home later than I wanted. Every time I arrived at the penthouse, I looked forward to seeing her and letting her welcome me home.
“Any issues?” I asked the two men who stood stationed at the door.
“Nope.” Both nodded at me as I entered.
Once I closed and locked the door, though, I suspected that wasn’t the case. I had a very big issue on my hands.
I froze, narrowing my eyes at the sounds I heard coming from the bedroom. Groans and moans. The sounds of pleasure.
“Take it, slut. You take it hard for me,” a man ordered.
What the fuck? Anger filled me that I could’ve been so mistaken about Tessa.
And the issue of those useless guards at the door, letting another asshole in here to be with her?
I ran, pulling my gun from my holster.
As soon as I skidded to a stop in the bedroom we shared, I caught my breath. Then I blinked my eyes and took in what was happening.
Tessa wasn’t cheating.
No man told her to take it hard in here.
She was watching porn. A woman and a man. He fucked her mouth while she rode a dildo.
A smile tugged at my lips. I was amused that she hadn’t registered that I’d come in the room. But I quickly became intrigued, so curious that she’d choose something like this for her viewing pleasure. It wasn’t like I didn’t give it to her regularly. “Lonely?”
She squeaked, startled and scrambling onto her knees from lying on her stomach on the bed. The laptop slid off the edge of the bed with her jostling around, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to hold in a laugh at her dismay and embarrassment.
Her cheeks were red, and she fumbled not to fall off the bed as she dove for the laptop. Facing me sheepishly, she pulled her lips in and exhaled hard through her nose.
“No,” she admitted dryly. “I’m not lonely.”
“Really?” I put my hands in my pockets to hold back from lunging at her and fucking her wildly.
“How could I be lonely when I have you in my life?”
“Hmm.” I stepped closer.
“But I realize now that you’ve been holding out on me .”
I raised my brows. “Is that so?”
She nodded as she dropped to her butt and sat on the mattress. “I know I’m… new to all this. The things you might like.”
I leaned forward and set my hands on the bed, stalking toward her. “Things I might like?” I kissed her softly. “I like you , Tessa.” I fucking love you. But I doubted she was ready to hear that.
“The dark stuff. Kinky stuff.”
“What gave you the idea that I want things like that?”
She looked me up and down, interest clear in her eyes. “Well… You said you didn’t do things light and soft.”
“I think I’ve proven that I can, but I prefer not to. My life isn’t light and soft.”
She nodded, lowering her legs as I hovered over her. It was intoxicating, feeling like I was trapping her right in place where I wanted her to be. Under me. Submissive to me. Craving me.
“Eva mentioned that you used to go to clubs.”
That snitch. I nodded. I wasn’t ashamed of my past. It was what it was. I doubted I’d ever bring Tessa to one for the simple matter of not wanting anyone else to see her. She was mine .
“And I thought maybe I could educate myself more and watch some…”
“Educational material?” I teased.
She pursed her lips, pouting. “Don’t make fun.”
“If I want you to learn something more advanced than vanilla sex,” I said as I gave her a slow once-over, “I’ll show you myself.”
She sighed, and just that breathy sound made my dick harder. Like she was struggling with her desire for me. Like she was battling intense feelings and unsure how to express it.
“I only wanted to impress you.”
I reached for her neck and gripped the back of it to haul her closer. After I kissed her quiet, getting the reward of her pliant and lax under my fingers, I gazed at her dark-blue gaze that never failed to captivate me.
“I am very impressed,” I promised. “But let me have a look at you again.”
She grinned, catching on quickly that I was in the mood to play. Leaning back on her hands, she shifted her stance on the bed until she tugged off the low-cut tank top. Then came her shorts. And that was it. She lay before me completely naked. No panties or bra, almost as though she was eagerly waiting for my arrival and not wanting too many layers preventing us from being naked together the moment I got home.
“Extremely impressive,” I commented as I lowered toward her. She fell back in sync with my dip down. Once she lay flat on the bed, I closed my mouth around her tit and sucked hard. Hard enough to turn her flesh red and her nipple pointed like a bead. “Absolutely gorgeous when I see my marks on you.”
She sighed, another one of those long, sexy-as-fuck, drawn-out moans of pleasure. This woman would be the death of me, and it bothered me that she thought she was lacking. That she wasn’t impressing me and wowing me already. No flaw could turn me off. I, however, had numerous red flags that should’ve sent her running. The fact that she hadn’t yet, and didn’t seem inspired to, made my heart sing.
Wait. What did she say? She hadn’t complained, but she’d worded it in such a way that gave me pause.
“What do you mean that I’m holding back on you?”
“Well, seeing some of the things in those videos…” She reached up to frame my face. Loving the feel of her soft hands on me—anywhere—I turned to kiss her palm, then her wrist. As I pushed her arm up, she followed suit with the other. She was a quick learner, already knowing that when I indicated for her to lift her arms, it meant she was supposed to keep her hands up and out of the way so I could dictate what would happen.
“What about them?”
“I, um…” She lost track of her words as I alternated between her breasts, kissing and sucking hard.
“What about them?” I prompted again after a more forceful tug on her wet nipple.
She hissed. “I… I wouldn’t mind trying some of those things.”
She needed to clarify. We’d experienced oral, both of us giving and receiving. She was open to bondage, but I had yet to scale up any harder with her.
“Which things?” All I knew for a fact was that she didn’t want anything anal, which was a shame, but we’d work on it eventually. “I hope you understand that I have been trying not to overwhelm you.”
She nodded as I stepped back and started to remove my shirt. Her gaze was locked on me, tracking the movement of my fingers as I undid the buttons one by one. “You were a virgin until recently,” I reminded her unnecessarily. Of course, she fucking knew that. But sometimes, I worried she was overzealous in wanting to shed that former identity and force herself to be this born-again sex goddess.
“I know. And I appreciate your trying to ease me into all this.”
I discarded my shirt. “And with what you had to endure just before we met, I’ve been trying my best not to push you too far.”
She smiled, soft and sweet as I started to remove my pants and boxers.
“The last thing I want to do is lose control in going for what I’m used to and overstimulate you. I want to go gradually and let you set the pace of what you want with me, of what you’re willing to try.” Or interested in.
“But I am willing. To try.” Her throat flexed with a difficult swallow, belying her nerves. Yet, I knew she was telling the truth. “To please you. I want to be the woman you want and deserve, Romeo.”
“You are the woman I want,” I told her earnestly as I set my knee on the bed, wedging it between her legs. I ran my fingertips up along her inner thigh toward her pussy, and I was rewarded with a faint tremor and spread of goosebumps. She was always so responsive to my touch, and I prayed she always would be.
“And while a lot of this is new,” she continued bravely, looking me in the eye, “I am curious. I wish you could try to show me more.”
I would never hear sweeter words. “Like what?” I didn’t miss how she was asking me to show her, respecting that I would still be in control. Tess was magnificent when she trusted me enough to let go and submit to me, and as long as she learned that dynamic, she could be confident that I would always adhere to seeing to her pleasure above all else, no matter what it took to get her there.
“Specifically?” Her cheeks turned pink, and I was both humored and amazed that she could still blush after all we’d done.
I thought back to what the video was playing when I walked in. A woman blowing a man while he had a toy in her cunt. “Toys?”
She pulled her lips in and nodded slightly. “I mean, I watched a lot of videos before that one, but yeah. I would like to try more, um, accessories.”
“You want to be my bad girl and play with some toys, huh?” I taunted her, loving how she reacted to filthy talk and slight degradation. It never failed to make her slick and needy. I didn’t pause to feel her and test how wet she was. Instead, I stood up and rounded the bed.
She kept her hands above her head, clasps together and so obedient not to move them away until I might tell her to. But she tracked me, staring at my dick as it jutted out. I walked around the bed until I was on the other side. Once there, I dragged her by her arms to position her at the edge.
“I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth,” I told her.
As I raised my dick to her parted lips, I teased her according to the video that I’d interrupted her watching. “And you’re going to take it.”
She moaned as I pushed my hips forward and fed my cock into her mouth. Wet, warm, and tight, she sucked her cheeks and quickly slid over me.
I watched, mesmerized just like every time she sucked me off. Back and forth, I humped her face. And deeper and deeper, she swallowed me in.
As I fucked her face, loving how she stretched to accommodate me and breathed hastily through her nose to keep up with the motion, I leaned to the side to open the middle drawer of my bed. I ordered these the first day we came here, just hoping that they’d be used. I liked to be prepared, and I was fucking glad I’d hoped and planned accordingly. The night had come to introduce Tessa to the world of vibes, dildos, and other “accessories”, as she’d called them.
I grabbed the first vibe I could find and stepped closer to the bed. With her diagonal on the mattress, it wasn’t too hard to change my position and slide her to where I wanted her.
After a few drags of the vibe over her creamy pussy, I nudged the tip against her hole. She moaned, and the vibration traveled up my dick as I sank in deeper yet, nearly gagging her.
I stared at her cunt, her folds opening to accommodate the vibe that I had yet to turn on. I’d only set it to her entrance, and already, I knew that I would be the one struggling to handle it.
“Are you going to take this, too?” I teased as I prepared to mimic the porn she was watching.
A longer, affirmative moan came from her mouth stuffed with my dick. Choking on me like this, she couldn’t say anything else.
“Oh, you are bad.” She wasn’t. She was simply perfect, an eager lover ready to explore with me.
I smiled in anticipation for all I’d be able to teach her tonight.