39. Where’s Aldo?
Where's Aldo?
Bianca
Salvatore Bennici is a certified freak. Not a regular one. A toe-sucking, ass-licking freak who is no longer all work and no play.
I’m still sore from our honeymoon, but I’m not complaining about our first day back. If he wants me to put my pussy on his chin every morning, that’s a routine I can get behind.
Or in front of, like his desk.
Benny’s thumb sweeps up my thighs to the top of my garter belt. He pushes my pencil skirt up, exposing my bare ass, parting it to the cool kiss of the air conditioner.
“Pretty pussy,” he whispers over the seam as he licks.
It’s a wonder how he doesn’t have women hiding in the citrus grove. God knows I’d be next to the mangoes with binoculars, ready to swing. He doesn’t just eat; he cleans his plate. Savors. Devours.
“Bounce on my tongue.”
Let a bitch come to this grove. I got something for them.
“Ooh!” I swivel my ass over his face to guide him deeper. I’m definitely keeping my gun loaded over this mouth.
His teeth graze my clit as he slurps.
“Benny !”
It’s a miracle his head is still on his shoulders with how I’m throwing it back. The vibration of his deep moans and the flick of his tongue have me spilling over the paperwork he didn’t bother to move on his desk. Benny laps up the arousal dripping down my thighs in long, unhurried strokes.
I peek over my shoulder at his hand fisting himself inside the dress pants he’s unzipped. His hooded gaze is on the pink jewel covering my ass.
“Ready to try again?” He tightens his grip around himself while playing with my plug.
“That’s a hell no,” I pant. “I need to sit straight for the next three hours.”
I learned a hard lesson on our honeymoon about the importance of comma placement in spoken word.
“Oh shit, my ass” required more emphasis for the man tunneling into my bootyhole to give me a breather.
Not forgetting our safe word was also important.
I lost all sense of language when he was halfway in, and I’m unashamed to say I crawled off his penis and sat my hot ass on a bag of frozen peas that night.
The back door is closed for business until further notice.
Benny smacks my cheeks. “Come sit on your dick, wife. We’ve got work to do.”
He spreads his legs and slouches against the back of his chair to give me space. I straddle him and slowly ease over his length. My lips part at the stretch and weight of my anal plug as I grind.
“Choke my shit, Trouble.” Benny’s face screws to bare his teeth. His hands wrap around the skirt bunched at my waist. “Eyes on me.”
Our stares collide with the slap of our skin.
Benny’s hand flies to the back of my neck to crash his mouth against mine.
He winces at my grip on his hair. I fist the textured strands and run my tongue up the column of his neck, tipping his head back.
The heels hugging my toes give me leverage to bounce on his dick.
I lift to tease the tip, then slam down.
“Minchia,“ Benny pants, his eyes rolled back as he pulls his lip between his teeth.
I lick his ear. “I love it when you moan for me, baby. Do you hear the mess we’re making?”
Buttons from my dress shirt fly across the floor. Benny pushes my bra up to suck a nipple.
“Baby.” I bounce harder, rocking into his pelvis. The burn from my thighs travels up my body, heating my skin.
He switches to the other breast, tugging my nipple between his teeth. I jerk at the flick of his tongue.
“Whose dick are you riding?”
“Mine,” I gasp, galloping like a horse at Pimlico.
“Whose pussy is choking this dick?”
“Yours,” I moan.
“Don’t you fucking forget it.” Benny sucks my lip into his mouth and meets me thrust for thrust.
The muscles in his thighs tense as he spills inside me. Thank the contraceptive angels for my implant.
Benny grunts as I reach between us through hard strokes, stirring his dick back to life.
“Trouble,” he moans.
I lick my fingers clean and offer my tongue for him to suck.
What can I say? I’m a freak too.
“I’m worth every euro, and don’t you forget it.”
Stephanie
Is it safe to come in? I had to cover Ms. Lionara’s ears with your opera shouts.
Shut up! I’m a newlywed.
Stephanie
All of Sicily knows. We hear you.
Benny’s study is now a joint venture. He sticks to his desk behind rows of bookcases. I’m closer to the door, next to the columns of books reaching for the ceiling. We need the space. Otherwise, we’d be fucking each other all day like we don’t have work to do.
I jot down a few notes for myself on which files to tackle next. Interviews will resume now that we’ve returned from our honeymoon. There’s still a lot of ground to cover.
“Knock, knock! Y’all better be dressed!” Stephanie marches in with the dogs. Hades makes a beeline for me. My clingy baby wasn’t happy I was away and tried to push Benny out of the bed last night.
“Look at you, making friends and not being chased.” I rub Hades’s ears. He snorts, circles the space in front of my chair, and sits.
“Please don’t give me flashbacks,” Steph whines, a hand against her pink, button-down dress. “I ran out of James Brown songs. Only God and the jerky I travel with have kept my ass out of their mouths. Are you free for a break?”
“I just started my day,” I laugh.
“You were gone for two weeks! I miss my friend. Please.” She sticks her lip out and pinches her acrylics together. “A cute little brunch in Catania…and some shopping.”
“Are we swinging by Andrea’s office too?” I raise a brow. She’s not fooling anyone with her good wig styled like she’s a first lady.
She tosses her pocketbook onto my desk and drops into an armchair. “He’s been gone most of the time you were.”
I frown. “Where?”
“Hell if I know! I’m not about to waste another outfit. Beyoncé said I can have another in a minute and I’mma add two or three more to my roster. Come on, friend.”
“Let me go tell Benny goodbye.”
Stephanie waves me off. “You two make me sick with that new love.”
“There are six exits in this house. Go find one,” Benny says, looking every bit of fine and mine in his suit.
“That cut deep, brother-in-law,” Stephanie pouts.
“You’re leaving me, Trouble?”
“Don’t give me those sad eyes.” I pull him by his tie for a kiss. “I’ll be back later.”
“I love you,” he says.
“Love you too.”
“Aww. Look at this international Black love flourish.” Steph bats her eyelashes at us. “I want a crime boss to kidnap me and fall in love.”
“They’d toss you out of the van for talking too much,” Benny says under his breath.
I swat his chest. “Be nice.” His grip on my ass shuts me up.
He peers down at me with no nonsense and every bit of possession. “I want you back in a few hours. I need my wife.”
“Okay,” I coo.
“Trouble.”
I blink away the dick memories. “Yup. I need to change first.”
“Let them smell me leaking out of my pussy.” The frosty edge of his tone sends a shiver down my spine. Tissues will have to do.
“Three hours,” he says.
“Five,” Stephanie counters.
“Four.” Benny’s eyes land on mine. “It’s your ass if you’re a minute late, and you can’t take my dick there yet. Move carefully.”
Hades and Ares disappear behind the bookcases with their heaux daddy. Stephanie hands me a wad of tissues.
“Let’s go, leaky. You’re on a time limit.”
“Hurry it up, bitch!”
Stephanie pops her head out of a changing room with a smirk. “Don’t rush me because you’re leaking again. We’ll get you back on time.”
Benny is already counting down the time with texts. We need at least forty minutes to get back without traffic. My ass literally cannot take the punishment.
“Done.” She walks out of the changing room with three outfits.
“You should answer that.” I say to her phone that has been ringing nonstop.
She rolls her eyes. “It’s Andrea.”
My brows dip. “Don’t you want to talk to him?”
“After he sweats for leaving me on read! He ghosted me the same day you and Sally went on your honeymoon.” She hands her clothes to the sales associate behind the register.
I text Aldo that we’re ready for pickup. “That’s not like him. Maybe an emergency came up.”
Aldo
Arriving in a minute. Look for the black SUV with tinted windows.
Stephanie scoffs.
New car?
“Whatever the emergency was can put him in a hospital. I don’t care.”
“That’s not even right,” I cackle.
“He deserves it,” she counters.
Aldo
Accommodating Ms. Brown’s bags.
“Aldo’s out front.” I hold the door to the boutique.
Steph scans the street in her sunglasses. “I don’t see him.”
I point to the shiny SUV. “He switched cars for your bags.”
“I don’t appreciate y’all picking on me.” She sashays toward the vehicle with eight bags, like somebody lied on her name.
The doors unlock, but Aldo doesn’t get out.
I push her to go. “Throw them in the back.”
Steph mumbles about being unappreciated while fiddling with her seatbelt. I frown at the tinted glass partition separating us from Aldo. The car eases from the curb and whips through traffic.
My phone buzzes.
Benny
Forty minutes.
I bite my lip.
Aldo picked us up. On my way to you.
Stephanie’s phone rings again.
“Answer it,” I say.
She sighs.
“What?!” she shouts into the speakerphone.
“Where are you?” Andreas asks, out of breath.
“I wish you would call me with another woman on your dick!” Stephanie screams.
“Now is not the time,” he warns. “Where are you?”
“With B, heading back to the house. Aldo picked us up.”
“Aldo is d—“
The call drops.
A cold knot forms in my stomach.
“Bitch, did he say dead?” Stephanie whispers.
I nod, fingers trembling over my screen to call Benny.
The call doesn’t go through.
We pull on the door handles. They don’t budge. Thick smoke comes through the vents. I cough at the burn in my lungs, too light-headed to fight.
My eyes flutter before everything fades to black.