Chapter 22 Elio #2
"Annie is not Siobhan." I move toward him, needing him to hear this. To listen to this one thing, at least. "And you're not failing her. She's smart, and she's strong, and wherever she is, she's surviving."
"How do you know?" Ronan looks at me, that suspicion in his eyes again, and guilt knifes through me.
Because I'm with her every night. Because I held her while she cried. Because I made love to her last night and felt her come alive in my arms.
"Because she's your sister," I say instead. "She’s an O’Malley. She has your strength. Your resilience. She's going to be okay."
Ronan wants to believe me. I can see it in his face. But there's still doubt there, still suspicion. I'm running out of time. Either I need to produce Annie soon, or I need to come clean about what's been happening.
I need to fucking find Desmond.
"Keep looking," Ronan says finally. "And Elio? If you're hiding something from me, if you know something you're not telling me—now would be the time to say so."
It's an opening. A chance to tell the truth, to ask for his understanding, to explain why I did what I did.
But I think about Annie's face when she begged me not to tell Ronan. I think about the promise I made to keep her secret. I think about how much worse it would be now that we know for sure that Desmond’s revenge is tied to Siobhan’s death, to what Ronan views as his greatest failure.
I think about how she’d never speak to me again if I betrayed her trust. About how it would shatter the little time I have left with her.
"I'm not hiding anything," I lie.
Ronan nods slowly, but I can tell he doesn't entirely believe me. "Then get back out there. Find my sister. Bring her home."
I leave his office feeling like I've just signed my own death warrant. Ronan suspects something. It's only a matter of time before he figures out the truth. And when he does—
I don't let myself finish that thought.
—
I drive back to the safe house in silence, my mind racing. I need to end this. I need to find Desmond and kill him so Annie can come out of hiding. So we can get divorced and go back to our normal lives, and I can pretend that last night never happened.
Except I don't want to pretend it never happened. I want to remember every second of it. I want to do it again. I want to keep her.
I park the car and walk into the cabin, seeing Annie on the couch in a pair of tight yoga shorts and a T-shirt. She looks up as I walk in, her hair tied back messily from her face, and before I can say a word, she’s up off of the couch and walking toward me.
I’m so stunned by how fucking gorgeous she looks that I don’t register what she’s about to do before she does it.
She looks fucking edible—her hips and ass encased in those tight shorts, her legs a mile long, the cotton T-shirt clinging to her small breasts and narrow waist. My cock is hard by the time she makes it to where I’m standing, and when she presses her hand against my chest and pushes me back against the door, her lips crashing into mine, I’m so fucking erect I think I’m going to split the zipper of my suit trousers open.
“Annie—” I try to say her name, but her mouth is insistent, her tongue slipping against mine as she slides one hand around the back of my neck and palms my cock with the other.
“You’re so hard,” she breathes, arching against me, and I let out a groan, feeling her hand rub against my aching length. I would have thought after last night, my desire would have ebbed at least a little, but I just want her more than ever. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible.
She’s still kissing me when she flicks open the button of my trousers, drawing down the zipper in one effortless motion. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I’m just about to grab her wrist and tell her we should stop when she breaks the kiss and sinks down to her knees.
My mind goes blank. I’ve fantasized about this what—a hundred times?
A thousand? Annie on her knees in front of me, her hand deftly sliding my cock free, her lips pink and wet and eager for my cock to slip between them.
I should stop her, should tell her that every time we do this, we’re only delaying the inevitable, but I couldn’t speak or move right now if the fucking house was on fire.
“I’ve never done this before,” Annie whispers. “I don’t know if I’ll be good at it. But—”
She leans forward, and it doesn’t matter. Her technique doesn’t matter. It’ll still be the best blowjob I’ve ever fucking gotten in my life, because it’s her. I want to tell her that, but her tongue flicks out, caressing my tip, sliding underneath, and I can’t fucking breathe.
Dimly, I’m aware that my security is just on the other side of the door, probably fifty feet or less away.
Somehow, that makes it more erotic. I slide my hand into Annie’s hair, curling my fingers through it gently as she wraps her lips around my cockhead, and focus on not coming all over her face before she’s even started.
I’m already on the edge. Seeing her like this, on her knees in front of me, her wide blue eyes looking up at me as she laps and hums around the tip of my cock, is the most devastating thing I’ve ever seen.
“Christ,” I choke out as she starts to take me into her mouth, my throat tight as I look down at her.
“Tell me what you like,” she whispers after the first attempt, and I shake my head.
“Anything,” I manage. “God, your mouth on my cock is enough, Annie. I could come right fucking now. Anything you do is fucking perfect.”
A smile twists up the corners of her mouth, and she leans in again, this time with a little more confidence. I lean my head back against the door, a ragged groan slipping from my lips as she slides down further, and I watch the woman I’ve wanted for my entire life suck my cock.
She has no idea what she’s doing, but it doesn’t fucking matter.
I’m fighting my orgasm every step of the way, with every lick, every suck, every inch that she takes into her mouth.
It feels so fucking good. I feel like I’m fucking on fire, my knees weak, every muscle wound tight as I moan with every slide of her lips over my throbbing length.
“Fuck, Annie, it’s too good—” I groan, my fingers pressing into her scalp. “I—fuck.”
I can last a little longer. I have to. I don’t want it to fucking end. But then she tries to take all of me, her lips sliding down to my base for a brief second before she chokes and gags, her throat muscles spasming over my too-sensitive length, and I fucking lose it.
“I’m going to—shit, Annie, I’m going to come—” I start to pull away, but she grabs the base of my cock, locking her lips around me as she starts to bob her head in earnest, sucking hard.
I see fucking stars. My knees buckle. I come harder than I ever have in my fucking life, forcing myself to keep my eyes open, to look down at what I’m going to jerk off to the memory of for the rest of my fucking days.
Annie, with her mouth around my cock, swallowing every spurt of my cum as it throbs on her tongue, her throat working as she looks up at me with those luminous blue eyes.
When she slides off of me, swallowing once more, a pearl of cum on her lips still, I’m somehow still fucking hard.
Fuck it. With one swift motion, I sweep her up off of her feet, carrying her to the couch with my pants around my hips.
I don’t bother with her clothes or mine, lying her down on her stomach as I jerk her shorts to one side, angle my still rock-hard cock against her drenched folds, and slide into her in one swift motion.
Annie cries out, and I freeze, coming back to my senses. “Shit,” I swear, starting to pull out. “You’re too sore, it’s too soon—”
Her hand shoots out, grabbing my hip. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she gasps, and that’s all it takes to make me lose my mind again.
I thrust into her, her cries driving me on, all the gentleness of last night gone as I lose myself in the tight, wet heat of her perfect pussy.
She grips me like a velvet glove, a perfect fit, and I reach beneath her, tugging her ass up into the air and finding her clit with my fingers as I thrust into her again and again.
“Come on my cock, Annie,” I growl, working her swollen clit. “I want you to come on it twice before I come again. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and soak my cock for me?”
She lets out a whimpering, helpless moan, her hips arching back against me as she finds the rhythm I’ve set. My fingers roll over her clit faster, and I feel her start to tense, feel her cunt ripple and clench around me as she comes for the first time with my name on her lips.
“Good girl,” I groan, slowing my strokes as I savor the feeling of her spasming around me. “That’s one. Give me another and I’ll come for you again.”
Annie whimpers, and I pull out of her for a split second, turning her around as I sit back and pull her onto my lap.
She gasps as she slides down the length of my cock, and I yank off her tank top, tossing it aside as I bend my head to draw one of her nipples into my mouth, reaching down to toy with her clit again as I thrust up into her.
“There are so many ways I could fuck you,” I growl, letting go of her breast with a pop as I curl my hand around the back of her neck and drag her mouth to mine. “So many ways I could make you come for me. Fuck, Annie, you feel so fucking good—”
I press my forehead to hers, rolling my hips up into her, my thumb working her clit as I drive us both toward another climax.
She’s panting now, her chest heaving, gripping my shoulders as she tries to ride me and I fuck her as hard as I can manage.
She cries out again, arching her back, and I find her throat with my mouth, sucking hard as I feel my cock twitch, and I know I’m on the edge.
“Come for me, cuore mio,” I whisper. “Come on my cock so I can come for you.”
Not spurting inside of her is the hardest thing I’ve ever fucking done, as she throws her head back and moans, her inner muscles clenching me hard as she starts to orgasm again.
I’m so fucking close, my balls tight and heat burning up my spine, but I can’t make the same mistake twice.
I cling to my release as long as I can, my cock throbbing as Annie moans and grinds on my lap, nearly sobbing with pleasure as I rub her clit through her climax.
The moment I feel it start to ebb, I lift her off of my cock, pulling her tight against the base of it as I grab my length and give it two quick jerks.
I feel it spasm in my hand as I start to come, thick white spurts jetting up over her stomach, her breasts, up to the hollow of her throat as I paint her in my cum, holding her tight against me as I push the head into her belly and drag it through the splatters of it on her skin.
“Elio—” Annie gasps, her hips still arching against me. “Oh god, I want you to fuck me again.”
I laugh raggedly, feeling myself finally starting to soften in my fist. “Maybe later,” I murmur, knowing that this is a losing battle. I don’t know how long we have left, but I don’t want to spend it all fighting with her over whether or not we should make the most of it.
At this point, I’m not going to win that fight. Not with her or with myself. I might as well give myself something to remember while I have her.
“I’ve never gone twice back to back like that,” I tell her, standing with her still in my arms as I carry her to the shower. “You’re the only one who gets me that fucking hard.”
Her expression is pensive when I set her down, almost sad. “I wish I’d been your first, too,” she whispers. “I wish we hadn’t stopped that day. I would have been, if we hadn’t, right?”
Something in my chest clenches tightly. “Yeah,” I admit. “I didn’t sleep with anyone until I went to Chicago. You would have been my first.”
“We shouldn’t have stopped,” she whispers. “Even if you had to go. We should have had that much, Elio.”
The pain in her eyes wrenches something inside of me. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, and I mean it. I cross the room to her, tangling my hand in her hair, and I kiss her, long and slow and deep, whispering the words against her mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Show me.” She arches against me, my cum still warm on her skin, and Christ, my cock starts to fucking harden again. “Show me how sorry you are, Elio.”
I lift her up, setting her on the edge of the counter. She spreads her thighs, pulling me to her, and I slide into her, groaning as I feel her take me.
This time, it’s slow, and it lasts. I fuck her until we’re both close, and then I slide out of her and kneel down, licking her until she comes on my tongue while I stroke myself to the very edge.
I pull her down from the counter, turn her around, and slip into her once more, giving myself a few more blissful thrusts before I pull out and coat her ass and back with my cum the same way I did her stomach and breasts a little while ago.
She looks at me in the mirror as I come, her gaze fixed on mine, and I swear I’ve never come so hard, even though it’s my third in an hour, something that’s never fucking happened before.
I can’t get enough of her. And as we both step into the shower together, all I can think is that I have to find some way for this not to end.
I wonder, as I stand there under the hot spray, what would happen if I offered to give up everything. If I told Ronan that I didn’t come back for enough power to have Annie. That all I want is her, even if it means I have nothing else.
More than likely, he’d say that means I’m not good enough for her. I wasn’t good enough for her before, when I was just Elio Cattaneo, and not a don.
But I know if that was what it took, that’s what I’d do. There’s nothing in the world more precious than her.
And there’s nothing I wouldn’t give up, even my own life, to have as much time with her as I can possibly get.