Chapter 22 – Rocco #2
Then I watch her, my eyes tracing the tremble in her hands, so slight she thinks I won’t notice. But I do. I know that posture, the way adrenaline crashes, leaving you raw, exposed.
She doesn’t cry, doesn’t speak, just holds herself upright, her body a taut wire. I step up behind her, slow, deliberate, and slide my hands to her waist, my fingers resting lightly against the curve of her hips.
I don’t grab, don’t demand—just touch, letting her feel me there. Her body responds before her mind catches up, a subtle shift backward, pressing her ass against me, the contact sending a jolt through my cock, already half-hard from the rush of the night.
“You were a fucking storm in there,” I murmur into her hair, my lips brushing the strands, inhaling the sharp scent of her sweat, her strength.
Her voice is clipped, tight. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I don’t push, don’t argue.
My hands linger a moment longer, then slide up her sides, my thumbs grazing the edges of her breasts through her hoodie.
She leans back fully now, her body molding against mine, her head tilting slightly, exposing the line of her neck. I lower my mouth, kissing the pulse point just below her ear, my lips firm, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin.
She shudders, a soft sound escaping her throat, and that’s all it takes.
“Then let me show you something else,” I say, my voice low, rough with want.
She turns, her eyes meeting mine—tired, guarded, but burning with something that’s not cold, not distant.
Our faces are inches apart, her breath hot against my lips, and she doesn’t pull back.
Her lips part, and I kiss her, deep and firm, not our first but like it’s the only one that matters. Her hands grip my shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric, pulling me closer, her nails scraping my chest through the cotton.
The kiss is hungry, our tongues sliding together, wet and urgent, her teeth grazing my bottom lip, drawing a groan from deep in my throat.
We stumble toward the bed tucked against the far wall, a bare mattress with a clean sheet, no pillows, no pretense.
Her hoodie comes off first, yanked over her head, revealing a tight black tank that clings to her curves, her nipples hard against the fabric.
I peel my shirt off, tossing it to the floor, and her hands are on me, sliding over my stomach, her fingers digging into the muscle, tracing the scar on my chest—a jagged line from the docks, a story I never told her.
Her hands move lower, tugging at my belt, the buckle clinking as she undoes it, her fingers brushing the growing bulge in my jeans.
I slide my hands under her tank, pushing it up and off, exposing her breasts, her bra a thin barrier I unhook with a flick of my fingers. It falls away, and I cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples, pinching lightly until she gasps, her back arching, pressing herself into my hands.
I lean down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, my tongue flicking fast, then slow, my teeth grazing just enough to make her moan, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
She kisses my neck, her lips hot and wet, her teeth nipping at my collarbone, leaving marks I’ll feel tomorrow.
I tug her jeans down, my fingers hooking into her panties, pulling them off in one motion, leaving her bare, her pussy glistening in the dim light, already wet for me.
She kicks her clothes away, and we fall onto the mattress, her body under mine, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me close.
My jeans are still on, my cock straining against the denim, and she grinds against me, the friction making me groan, my hands gripping her hips to still her.
“Fuck, Chiara,” I mutter, my voice rough, and she smirks, her hands shoving my jeans down, my boxers following, until my cock springs free, thick and heavy, the tip slick with precum.
She wraps her hand around me, stroking slow and firm, her thumb swiping over the head, spreading the moisture, making my hips jerk.
I kick my clothes off, and she pulls me down, her legs spreading wider, inviting me in.
I settle between her thighs, my cock brushing her entrance, but I don’t push in yet.
Instead, I slide down, my mouth finding her pussy, my tongue licking a slow, deliberate path through her folds, tasting her, sweet and musky.
She moans, her hips bucking, and I pin her thighs to the mattress, my lips closing around her clit, sucking hard, my tongue flicking fast, then slow, driving her wild. I slide two fingers inside her, pumping deep, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp, her walls clenching around me.
“Rocco, fuck,” she pants, her hands fisting the sheet, her body trembling as I add a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with my hand while my tongue works her clit.
She’s close, I can feel it, but I want more.
I pull back, ignoring her whine, and flip her onto her side, spooning behind her, my cock pressing against her ass. I lift her leg, hooking it over my thigh, opening her up, and slide into her pussy from behind, the angle tight and deep, making us both groan.
I thrust slow at first, my hand reaching around to rub her clit, my fingers slick with her arousal, circling fast as I fuck her, my cock sliding in and out, the wet sound filling the room.
Her moans grow louder, her body rocking back to meet me, and I nip at her shoulder, my teeth leaving a mark, my free hand squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple until she cries out.
“Harder,” she begs, her voice raw, and I pull out, rolling her onto her back again, her legs spreading wide.
I thrust in hard, my hips snapping, my cock driving deep, her pussy clenching around me, so tight it’s almost too much.
She grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, leaving red trails, and I lean down, kissing her, our tongues tangling, her moans vibrating against my lips.
I hook her legs over my shoulders, bending her in half, and pound into her, the new angle making her scream, her hands clawing at my back, her pussy pulsing around me.
I pull out, not done yet, and guide her to her knees, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the mattress. I spread her cheeks, my tongue licking a slow path from her pussy to her ass, circling the tight ring of muscle, teasing until she squirms, her moans muffled by the sheet.
I slide three fingers into her pussy, pumping fast, my thumb rubbing her clit, and she pushes back, fucking herself on my hand, her body shaking.
I can’t hold back anymore. I position myself behind her, my cock sliding into her pussy, the angle perfect, and thrust hard, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me with every stroke.
Her ass bounces with each thrust, her moans loud and desperate, and I lean forward, my chest pressing against her back, my lips kissing her neck, my cock driving deeper, faster.
“Rocco, I’m gonna come,” she gasps, and I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles as I fuck her, my thrusts growing erratic, my cock swelling inside her.
She comes hard, her pussy clamping down on me, her body trembling, her scream echoing in the room as her orgasm rips through her, her walls milking me. I keep thrusting, drawing it out, her body shaking with aftershocks, and then I pull out, flipping her onto her back again, not ready to stop.
I slide down, my mouth on her pussy again, licking up her release, my tongue plunging inside her, tasting her, making her moan, her hips bucking against my face.
I suck her clit, my fingers sliding back inside, pumping fast, and she comes again, faster this time, her thighs trembling, her hands pulling at my hair, her cries sharp and desperate.
I climb back up, my cock aching, and she pulls me down, kissing me, tasting herself on my lips, her tongue hungry, her hands guiding me back inside her.
We move to the edge of the bed, her sitting on my lap, facing me, her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock buried deep. She rides me, her hips grinding, her breasts bouncing, her nails raking my chest, leaving marks.
I grip her ass, lifting her, slamming her down onto me, each thrust driving deeper, the wet sound of our bodies mingling with her moans, my groans. I suck her nipple into my mouth, biting gently, and she gasps, her pussy clenching, her rhythm faltering as another climax builds.
“Rocco, fuck, I can’t—” she pants, and I thrust up hard, my hands guiding her, pushing her over the edge again, her body shaking, her pussy pulsing around me, pulling me with her.
I come hard, my cock throbbing, spilling inside her, hot and thick, my groan loud as I hold her close, our foreheads pressed together, breathing through it, trying to stretch the moment.
We stay like that, locked together, her body softening against mine, her breath hot against my neck. I ease us down onto the mattress, pulling her close, her head resting on my chest, one hand splayed across my ribs, anchoring herself.
Neither of us speaks at first, the silence heavy with the weight of what we’ve done, what we are. Then, softly, she says, “We’re almost free.”
“Almost,” I answer, my voice steady, my hand tightening around her.
She tilts her head up, her eyes searching mine. “You think he’s watching?”
“If he is,” I say, my voice hard, “he knows we’re coming.”
She exhales, long and quiet, shifting closer, her fingers lacing with mine, slow and sure. “What if we don’t find Dino?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I don’t hesitate. “Then we keep burning every piece of him until he finds us.”
She nods, no argument, no doubt. Rain starts against the window, a light tapping that blends with the quiet inside the room. I tighten my hold around her, her body warm against mine, her skin still flushed from our heat.
We lie tangled on the thin mattress, surrounded by borrowed walls, the fading adrenaline settling into something solid, something real.
She’s mine. We’re not done. But we’re real. That’s enough for tonight.