18. Accidents Happen
Chapter 18
Accidents Happen
Antonella
“My feet hurt.” I pout, climbing out of the car after he opens the door for me. “These shoes are insanely gorgeous, and I don’t want to take them off.”
Unexpectedly, he places his arm behind my knees and sweeps me off of my feet, carrying me in his arms. I gasp, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He smirks with a wink. “There. Problem solved.”
“Man of many solutions.” I hope my ass is covered by the dress and I’m not flashing. My eyes widen as a slight breeze gently flows across the exposed area. Good thing we’re alone. Hopefully .
“Indeed I am, amore.” He carries me into the house, all the way up the stairs.
“Which room are we going to?” I ask.
“Mine,” he whispers. He kicks the door open with his foot and walks in, placing me gently on the bed— his Alaskan king-sized bed.
I gulp, keeping my eyes locked on his as he takes my heels off one by one, and places them on the floor. “Did you think our evening would end because we’re home now?”
“Yes? ”
“Wrong. I fully intend to make love to you tonight.”
I snort. “Who even says it like that anymore?”
“I do.” He chuckles.
My jaw practically drops to the floor as he rips off his belt, his shirt, his pants, and everything else with it. I bite down on my lip, admiring his toned and muscular body. He slides the dress off of me, leaving me completely naked.
A gasp escapes my lips as he pushes me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. Fucking finally. “I’ll let you do anything … if you please touch me,” my whisper comes out as a desperate plea. “Right now,” this time my whisper’s—more of an order. I want him so badly, I could cry. “I’ll agree to all your rules and everything you if you please fuck me.”
“Since you asked nicely, baby.” His eyes darken and his top lip curls up, satisfied with how my body responds to his touch. He whispers, “Eyes on me, baby.”
I move my head up and down slightly as I close my eyes, enjoying how his fingers slide across the outside of my aching, throbbing, pussy. It’s been too long since I’d fully gone all the way.
This is it. This is the moment. No coming back from here. As if we hadn’t crossed the line before— more than once.
“I said…” He slaps my inner thigh, sending shivers down my spine straight to my clit. “Eyes on me, or have you forgotten how to obey?” His middle and ring finger on his right hand fastidiously enters my pussy. “Need I remind you?”
My eyes snap open as I gasp. My inner walls immediately clamp down around his fingers, desperately aching for more of his touch. “ Oh ,” I moan.
“That’s it.” He chuckles darkly. “Such a good girl for me.”
I inhale sharply as his other hand slides up my body and pinches a hardened nipple. His fingers slide in and out of me with such ease. I’m opening up to him. As his thumb circles my clit, working it in quick motions and I become increasingly wet by the second—a puddle, internally and externally .
He’s teasing me.
My hands reach over to graze his body—finally allowed to roam his broad, muscular shoulders. I drag my long nails into his skin, digging hard enough to leave little crescent shapes. He groans as he pulls his fingers out of me and slides both of his hands underneath me, pulling my hips up, and my thighs circle around him.
“If you want to stop at any?—”
I cut him off. “Statazit. Fuck me, please ,” I beg, pulling him in closer with my thighs. The tip of his cock grazes my sensitive clit. “Ah—” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut.
His hand flies up to my throat, squeezing it tight. “Eyes on me, amore. Why don’t you listen?” He growls. My eyes spring back open in complete obedience. A smirk of satisfaction spreads across his lips. “Keep still for me, now. I want you to watch as I take you.” He releases my neck and lines up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
In one swift motion, he pushes himself inside of me. The entire length of his long, hard cock stretches me wide.
I choke out a moan, maintaining eye contact with him, no matter how hard it is. I want to squirm and move, but he told me not to—and something in the back of my mind’s telling me to listen this time. “Aa—ah,” I moan louder, biting down hard on my bottom lip as I scratch down his biceps, leaving long, red marks.
“You feel better than I ever imagined,” he growls. “You know how many times I had to fist my own fucking cock after getting a taste of you? I want more. I need fucking more, Antonella.”
“Then take me,” I say in a breathy plea. Though, I’m not sure how much more inside of me he can get before it becomes… weird.
“I want to make you cum on every goddamn surface in this villa.” He pulls back an inch— pause .
“An awful lot of talking.” I sigh, which also happens to come out as a partial moan. He pulls back an inch— pause .
“Let me feel you. I love the way you spread your legs for me,” he moans out. “Look at you, taking all of me.” He groans, pulling back another inch— pause . “That’s it, baby. You’re being so obedient. Are you okay?”
“Sì.” I nod, waiting for more. “Better than okay.”
He thrusts all the way inside of me, again. “ Good .” He reaches down, grips both of my wrists in one hand, and pins me down to the bed with my wrists above my head. He lets out a loud, devious laugh, which again, sends a zap straight to my clit. I shouldn’t be so turned on, but I can’t help it.
“Now, don’t move,” he commands in a growl.
I gasp as my hips shift around in a circle, grinding against him, searching for more friction. He’s fully submerged inside of me, yet isn’t moving. Only stretching me.
Teasing me.
Feeling me.
I need more . And if he keeps this up, I’m going to get greedy and take what I want from him. I have a strong inclination he won’t like it.
“I told you not to move, amore,” he growls. “Now, you’re not being good.”
“I want—” I pant, pouting my bottom lip out.
“I know, baby, I know.” He pulls out fully and then thrusts all the way back inside of me. With seconds, I’m crying out as the full length of his cock stretches me again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
He tightens his grip around both of my wrists while he wraps the other around my throat.
“Oh my,” I squeak. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head as he squeezes the air out of my lungs. The two sensations combined gives me chills. My clit throbs and aches, begging for attention .
The friction from him pumping in and out of me is deliciously sweet. Tingling sensations wrack through my whole body, all the way down to my toes. How it’s even possible, I don’t know. But, it’s happening.
“ Mine ,” he growls, thrusting into me as hard as he possibly can—or at least, as hard as I think he can. My eyes fill with tears as he takes his claim over every single inch of my body. He’s yet to release his tightened grip on my throat, but I don’t want him to.
I love it.
The inner walls of my aching, wet pussy tighten around his cock as the intense waves of pleasure flow through my entire body. Finally, I come undone all over the length of his shaft. My cum seeps between both of our thighs and down below us on the bed. I let out a raspy scream as he finally releases my neck, allowing me to breathe air.
“You cum on my cock like you own it, amore. Bellissima,” he praises me. “I think you can give me another, though. Can’t you, baby?” He releases the grip on my wrists and slides one of my hands down to my clit. “Touch yourself for me,” he commands.
Don’t have to tell me twice. I reach down, the pad of my middle and index fingers swirl across my clit, bringing me closer to another orgasm already.
He increases his speed of thrusts, gripping both of my legs tightly in his hands. Going rough now, and chasing his own release.
“I’m going to—” he whispers in a husky voice.
At the same time, my eyes squeeze shut and only loud moans are able to come out from my mouth. Go in for the kill . I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as his cock throbs, swelling inside of me. My pussy tightens around him as I cum on his cock again.
“Fuck!” He grunts, filling me with his cum. I open my eyes, half-lidded. As my vision clears, he leans down and presses his lips against mine, kissing me. He’s claiming me in more ways than one.
What if? We’ve already dabbled into the unknown. Clearly, the chemistry between us is a burning inferno. Our first kiss was pure lust.
Desire, needing one another.
This kiss is primal. Possessive. He’s telling me—without words—he’s taking all I am. He owns me. And the moment he leaves my body, I become empty, more aware of it than before I slept with him. Has it always been this way? One time and he already has me questioning my morals.
And when he pulls out, his cum pours out of me, mixing with my own. He leans back up with a chuffed grin on his face, admiring his cum leaking out of me. He kisses my nose, my cheek, my forehead, and then my lips again.
“Are you okay?” his voice is calm, relaxed. His eyes swirl with a blazing fire—a mixture of lust and satisfaction.
The top corner of my mouth quirks up with a giggle. “Of course. That was extremely vanilla.”
“Next time, it won’t be.” He kisses me once again, this time with more passion, before pulling away.
“Pinky promise?”
“The pinky promise. ”
“Just…” I snort. “Pinky.” I raise my pinky out for him to take. He hooks his pinky in mine. Interesting promise—for him to fuck me harder and kinkier next time.
“Pinky promise,” he repeats in the correct way.
“Good job,” I praise him.
I relax into the fluffy pillows, entirely sated as I came for the third time this evening. Once on his face, and twice again all over his cock. I could go again. I slowly shut my eyes, only for a brief moment.
I’ll move back to my own room in a little bit. Pee, shower—all that after sex hygiene. I need a minute.
I crack my eyes open, blinking profusely. I’m not in my room.
The entire top half of my body shoots up in the bed. Holy shit. I never went back to my room last night. I spent the night in his room.
I glance over at the handsome man in the bed—passed out, snoring quietly. How did I break a classic rule of friends with benefits? No sleep-overs. I’m supposed to get in, get out.
Fucked that up.
Languidly, I peel the silky black covers back off of my body and step onto the plush carpet. I gently pad my way out of his room—careful not to make a single sound. I shut the door behind me and quickly run to my own room.
I unwillingly get ready for work—considering it’s a weekday after all. I unlock my phone and send an update text.
Unexpected life update. I slept with him and in his bed all in the same night.
Oops.
Audie
!!!
What????
It’s a friends with benefits thing, ok? Nothing more.
You’re lying!
I shit you not.
Screaming, crying, throwing up.
I’m proud of you. :’)
Do it for the dick .
There’s a knock on the door after thirty minutes of doing my hair and make-up. It feels so nice to be able to have everything I need to do the full glam I’ve always wanted.
“Come in.” I sigh, knowing well enough who’s on the other side of the door.
“You left,” he grumbles with a gravelly, sleepy voice. He places one arm on the door frame and leans against it. I graze down his body from his cute sleepy face, to his bare chest and six pack abs, to the v line of his hips above his boxers. Sexy . He’s not playing fair.
I groan. “I have to go to work.”
“You didn’t say goodbye.” He squints with indignation.
“I—haven’t left yet.”
“Were you planning on coming in after you’re done getting ready to say a goodbye?” He takes a step closer to me.
No .
“Yes.”
“Bugiarda,” he whispers.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” I admit.
He shakes his head. “I woke up the second you left.” He places his hand on mine, bringing it up to his spiky jawline.
“You need a shave.” I snicker as my eyes zero in on the few grey hairs. Allora… he does have them. Only in his little stubble.
“If I bring you to my room, don’t leave without kissing me goodbye. Capisce?”
“Va bene.” I kiss along his spiky cheek and pull away from him. Yet, his arms wrap around my waist, bringing me right back into his warm embrace. “Hmm, I’ll gladly use this as a pillow next time. I have to get ready to go,” I whisper.
“Next time?” He cocks his head. “I’m going to lock you up in a cage and keep you in this room. So you can’t leave anymore. Ever .” He laughs.
“Excuse me?” I raise a brow, glaring up at him. “That’s some unhinged shit, if you mean it. ”
Not that I don’t like it…
“ Kidding , amore. Though, the idea’s … tempting.” He hums—eyes swirling with desire at the ideal fantasy while they roam over my entire body.
“You’re not kidding.” I smack his peck lightly. And part of me hopes he’s not.
“I’m not.” His pupils dilate further as a little smirk perks up on his top lip.
Winner, winner .
“I have to go,” I whisper, again, reiterating the idea of me leaving.
His shoulders square, clearing his throat to get rid of the sexy sleepy voice. “I’ll drive you, amore.”
I smile at him, showing off both of the dimples. He’s a sucker for them—and I plan on using it to my full advantage, every chance I get. “Ten minutes?”
“Ten minutes.” He groans, gripping the stiffening cock in his boxers.
Checkmate .