Chapter 10
LUCIA
He didn’t try to hide his amusement at my expression when he said that. And if he did it to get my mind off the discussion of the party, it worked because the entire way back, all I could think about was that.
Once inside the house, Salvatore kept his hand at my back and told Rainey and Marco to go to bed. We then went into the living room to grab a bottle of vodka before he led me upstairs to his bedroom.
“Are you still curious?” he asked once we were inside and he’d closed the bedroom door.
Uncapping the vodka, he took a swallow then handed me the bottle.
Watching him, I did the same, then coughed and handed it back.
He chuckled and drank once more before setting the bottle on the nightstand.
He dimmed the lights and stripped the bed of its comforter before turning back to me. “Are you?”
“Salvatore—”
He wrapped one arm around my waist and put his forefinger to my lips. “I want you, Lucia. My cock is aching to be inside your warm little pussy.” He kissed me, and I yielded, my body already reacting to his touch, wanting him. Remembering how he made me feel. How he made me come.
His fingers touched my shoulders, and I felt the dress dragged down over my arms and to my waist, leaving my bared breasts pressing against his chest. Salvatore stopped for a moment, pulling back, his dark eyes making my nipples tighten.
With one hand, he tugged his shirt over his head.
I watched, desire hot in my core as I took him in, his body big, muscular, powerful.
Large hands found my hips as he neared to kiss me again, our eyes open. He pushed the dress down and off. Salvatore stepped back, and I watched him strip off his jeans and briefs, wetting my lips at the sight of his thick cock ready for me.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for the bottle, and drank again. When he held it out to me, I shook my head. He put the vodka back on the nightstand and gestured to my panties.
“Off.”
My pussy clenched. I slid my fingers into the waistband and slid them down and stepped out of them. Salvatore’s eyes went to my pussy, a hunger in his gaze he did not try to hide.
“Come here.” He pointed between his widespread legs.
I went to him, and he took my hands, holding me. “Birth control?” he asked.
I was confused for a moment. “Yes. I…I’m on the pill.” I’d had heavy periods for years and used the pill to manage the pain.
He nodded, his mouth closing around a breast, suckling first then biting the nipple. I gasped, not sure if the pain or the pleasure was the dominant sensation as he drew it out, all while watching me. He repeated the same on the other breast, leaving each one wet, cool in the air-conditioned room.
“Have you ever had cock in your mouth?” he asked, pushing me to my knees.
I shook my head. I was a virgin, he knew that. Placing my hands on his thighs, I eyed his thick cock and licked my lips, preparing.
Salvatore placed one hand at the back of my head. “Lick.”
He drew me forward, and I dragged my tongue over the wet tip, tasting the salty drops collected there.
I looked up to find his eyes on me, watching me take him.
He guided me down over his length, the skin of his cock soft against the hardness.
It made me want, being like this, being made to kneel before him, to pleasure him.
“Good girl, now open your mouth.”
He guided his cock into my mouth all the while our gazes remained locked on each other.
“That’s good.”
He moaned and closed his eyes as he pumped his length slowly in and out of my mouth.
“That’s very good.”
He stood, kept a tight grip on my hair, and held himself inside me.
“I like looking at you like this, Lucia, on your knees, your mouth stuffed full with my cock. You don’t know how badly I want to fuck your face, come down your throat.”
As he said the last part, he pumped deeper, making me choke, holding himself there, his fingers tight in my hair when I tried to pull back.
I gasped for breath, pushing against his thighs.
He smiled then pulled out a little.
“Again,” he said.
He thrust in deep, calling forth tears from the corners of my eyes as I struggled only to have his grip tighten, hurting me. And when he repeated once more, going a little deeper, all the while smiling, watching me, I had the strange idea he liked my tears, my struggles.
“But I won’t come down your throat tonight,” he said, dragging me off him by my hair. “Hands and knees,” he said, tossing me onto the bed. “Ass to me.”
I glanced at him, wondering if I should be turned on by his rough treatment of me, knowing only that I was.
Once in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his.
He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face.
He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed.
Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it.
He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.
Salvatore moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.
“Look at me,” he said.
I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.
“You’re dripping, Lucia.”
He leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.
I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.
“I love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread and open for me.”
The rough scruff of his jaw scratched my tender flesh. He licked me, the tip of his tongue tickling my clit before dipping inside me. But before I could come, he straightened. I craned my neck to look at him again.
“And I love your sexy little asshole.”
I tensed when his thumb pressed against it. “I’ll fuck that hole too—”
When I protested, he grinned and pushed against the tight ring.
“When I want it, you’ll give it to me. You’ll get on your hands and knees just like you are right now, and you’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”
My mewling had his grin widening.
“But don’t worry. That’s not tonight. Tonight, I want to bury my cock inside your pussy. I’ll go slowly at first, but what I want, Lucia, is to pound into your cunt until I feel your very center. Until you beg me to stop and beg me for more all at once. Until you scream my name.”
I arched my back, biting my lip, wanting his hands on me, his mouth on me. Wanting him inside me.
“Make me come, Salvatore,” I begged, my body shuddering at my request.
“You want it hard, don’t you?”
“Mmm.”
“Your first time, though?”
He knew that, though he still asked the question while rubbing his cock along my folds. His heat, his hardness, the softness of bare flesh on bare flesh. It all made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Yes.”
“Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Maybe I like you a little scared, Lucia.”
The dark whisper made me shudder.
“Maybe I like to hold you down and fuck you hard while you scream. Maybe it turns me on.” He lined himself up between my legs. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you.”
I nodded, swallowing as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “Maybe a little scared.” My voice came out hoarse.
“Fear makes your cunt drip.”
He pushed in then, more slowly than I expected, stretching me, the invasion feeling strange, my skin too tight, but as he moved in and out of me, I relaxed, closing my eyes, feeling. And it felt good.
“Eyes, Lucia.”
I opened them, watching him, his face, as he rocked inside me, going a little deeper, taking more of me, pressing against a barrier that had my eyes go wide. I tried to rise, but he rubbed my back.
“Shh. Keep your eyes on me. It will only hurt for a minute. Then you’ll be begging me to fuck you hard.”
I fisted my hands, trying to pull my arms into myself. Salvatore leaned over my back, stretching his arms over mine, his cock lodged inside me.
“I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, moving slowly. “I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze my cock.” He pulled out, then rolled his hips, going deeper. “I want to feel the warmth of your virgin blood.”
He thrust then, making me cry out.
“I want to hear you cry out. I like it.”
Another thrust, harder this time.
“I like feeling you come.”
He slid one hand beneath me, trailing it over my breast, belly, finding my clit. “Oh, G—”
“Hard and soft. I want to fuck you raw.”
He withdrew entirely, then pounded into me, kissing my shoulder, then biting it, his breath ragged.
“I’m going to come,” I managed, his cock inside me hitting just the right spot, his fingers rubbing my clit hard; It was all too much: too much feeling, too much sensation, too much him.
Hearing his labored breathing, feeling him swell even thicker inside me, it overwhelmed me.
Moments later, I came, my cry sounding foreign, Salvatore’s thrusts harder, faster.
I felt raw, like he said, but all I wanted was him inside me, on top of me, having me, his fingers working, making me come.
“Fuck.”
It was more of a grunt, and then he stilled, his cock twitching, releasing, filling me.
I watched his face from the corner of my eye, his eyes so dark, they were black, and when he stilled, he collapsed on top of me, flattening me to the bed.
His cock softened and slowly slid out. A rush of cum spilled over my thighs as he held me there, his face on my back.
He undid the cuffs at my wrists before curling one hand possessively over the curve of my hip and kissing me gently at neck and shoulder until my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep in his arms.