Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
brONWYN
Itake a huge gulp of my wine as Gio leads me out of the living room and down a hall toward a gorgeous oak staircase.
I blindly follow him up the stairs. It feels weird to be roaming his mom’s house without her showing us around, but I guess he probably also thinks of this house as his in a way.
Once at the top of the stairs, he continues to lead me down the hall until we reach the last door on the left.
I hold my breath as he turns the handle, unsure of what to expect. With him, I never know if I’m going to find him doing something to a dead body or something sweet for me.
Gio drags me inside the room and shuts the door, locking us in. I look around the room and realize it’s a bedroom. A king-size bed sits in the middle of the far wall, surrounded by the basic bedroom furniture. It doesn’t look lived in though, so this must be a guest room.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as I turn to face Gio.
“Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?” Gio asks as he takes the glass out of my hand and sets it on the dresser as he steps into my space, crowding me until I retreat back on instinct.
“Well, I don’t know. Why did we come up here when your entire family is downstairs?” The back of my knees hit the bed, making me lose my balance and fall back on it.
Gio’s hand lightly strokes under my chin before he pushes, bringing my gaze to his. The heat in his eyes makes my heart pound.
“This used to be my bedroom growing up.”
I avert my gaze as I study the room, trying to picture Gio in here. “Is this where you brought back all the ladies?”
Gio laughs. “No. Ma would have had my ass if she found out I snuck a girl in here. Doesn’t mean I didn’t try.”
“Of course not.” I roll my eyes.
Teenage Gio was probably a massive player. I shouldn’t be jealous that he tried to bring girls here because I have no right to be. Plus, it makes me sound like a psycho to get mad over a hypothetical situation.
But here I am.
“I saw your face when Delaney was giving me shit. I hope you believe me. I don’t pay for women.”
“I do.” I swallow. He hasn’t given me a choice not to, and something in my gut tells me that’s the right decision.
Gio looks relieved, and it’s in that moment that I didn’t realize he was worried I wouldn’t believe him.
“You’re the first girl I’ve brought here, Bronwyn.”
There’s something special about him bringing me up here. I don’t know what or why, but it feels deep, and it feels right. I’m not sure what comes over me. Maybe I want to give him a memory to last a lifetime for sharing something with me. Maybe I just want to be different.
I reach for his belt, waiting for him to stop me before I undo it, but he doesn’t. His intense brown eyes are looking down at me, waiting to see what I do next. The ball is in my court. I undo the button on his slacks with ease, as if I’ve been doing this for years.
“What are you doing?” His voice is low and rumbly, igniting a flame inside me.
“Don’t worry about it,” I answer, my tone just as low as I push his boxers and slacks over his toned ass. I squeeze on my way down, the cheeks feeling firm and muscular. I’ve been wanting to do that on my terms since the day in my apartment.
His hard cock springs free, staring at me, weeping as he waits for what’s coming. My panties dampen as I inhale his musky scent. He isn’t clean-shaven, but he’s trimmed.
I feel like I hold all the power as I sit on the bed before him. He may be standing over me, but he’s at my mercy.
“Babe—fuck,” Gio groans as my tongue darts out, licking the head of his cock like a lollipop, making sure to get every last drop of pre-cum that’s trickling down the base.
Mmmm. He tastes salty.
His hand laces through my hair, keeping my head in place as he tries to force his cock between my lips. I clamp them closed, not letting him enter until I’m good and ready.
“Baby,” he rasps as he lets up. I continue my task of how many licks it will take to get him to blow all over my face.
“Mmm?” I moan out, making him curse.
“I-I need you to ahh—ahh, shit.” My tongue laps around the base as I make a trail to his balls, lightly sucking one into my mouth before moving on to the other, giving it the same amount of attention. “I need your mouth.”
I ignore his plea.
I won’t give in until I hear the magic word.
I release his ball with a pop before trailing back up to his throbbing head. It almost looks painful as more pre-cum leaks out. I lick that up too.
Maybe the owl was wrong.
From the way Gio’s thighs are shaking and his ass is clenching, it might not take long to get the prize at all.
“Bronwyn,” Gio snaps, but his tone doesn’t hold any weight.
I look up to see his heated brown eyes blazing down at me as my tongue circles his head, each lap getting faster and faster.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he chants as he falls back and his mouth parts, the tendon in his neck bulging out.
“I need you, baby. I need you in a bad way.”
I feel empowered having a man who can have anything he wants in this world begging for me.
But he still hasn’t said the magic word.
I press my thighs together to try to give myself some sort of relief. My panties are soaked and my inner walls are throbbing as their favorite toy is out to play.
My hand leaves his ass and moves to his balls, massaging as I continue to lick.
“Please,” Gio rasps, his voice sounding hoarse. “I’ll give you anything you want. Just please take me in your mouth, cara.”
There it is.
My lips part with a moan as his head slips between my lips.
The feel of the velvet skin makes my pussy ache as a surge of wetness coats my panties.
I’ve soaked through. I can feel it. I need him inside me, but knowing I’m bringing this man to his knees with my mouth is a high I don’t want to come down from.
Gio thrusts his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of my throat as I hollow my cheeks and relax my throat, taking him deep.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Tears are leaking out of the corner of my eyes as he ruthlessly fucks my mouth.
“You’ve got about thirty seconds to decide where you want me,” he grunts out.
I apply pressure to his ass, letting him know I don’t want him going anywhere.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Two more thrusts and Gio is spilling his seed down my throat.
I try to keep up and not let any go, but with his thick cock in my mouth and his cum, it was too much to take.
His cum spills out, dripping down my chin.
Gio lazily thrusts in and out of my mouth as his cock softens before he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants.
“Lie back,” Gio demands as his thumb smears his cum on my chin across my face. “You look so fucking pretty with my cum and your mascara running down your face.”
I do as he says, earning the rumble that moves me to my core. I swear all he needs to do is make that noise and look at me and I’m done for. He’s the only man who has ever had this effect on me. It’s thrilling and terrifying all in one.
“Good girl.” Gio looms over me, his hands roughly reaching under my dress and yanking my tights and panties down.
He drops to his knees and hikes my legs onto his shoulders.
His hands move to my ass as he lifts, dragging me to the edge of the bed.
He dives headfirst into my pussy and inhales deeply.
“Fuck, you’re drenched. Did your hot little cunt get this wet from taking my cock in your mouth like the dirty girl you are? ”
Holy shit.
I’m too far gone to be embarrassed by his dirty words. They’re doing the opposite this time. I squirm against his face, needing the relief I know only he can give me.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he tsks, holding my hips down against the bed. “Do you think I should give you what you want when you denied me what I wanted?”
I can barely breathe, let alone think. “Y-yes.”
“Mmm,” Gio moans, the vibration making me gasp. “I don’t know. Only good girls get rewarded. Bad girls get punished.”
“Please,” I beg.
Please don’t make me wait. I think I might actually die on this bed if he does.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Gio’s tongue laps at my clit, sending the high I’ve been chasing right down my spine.
My back arches as my hand threads through his hair, tugging hard. There’s no way to describe this other than he’s feasting like he hasn’t eaten. He’s eating so fast that he isn’t going to be hungry after this.
I’m not going to last.
Without warning, Gio inserts two fingers inside me in a scissoring motion as my walls clamp down. He lets out a low groan against my pussy; the vibration taking me to the edge. I’m teetering, waiting for him to catch me when I fall.
The feeling is building. It’s almost too much to take. One more rock forward and I’m gone.
A knock on the door at the same time Gio’s fingers find my g-spot has me crying out. I frantically look between Gio’s face and the door, praying they don’t come in.
“What?” Gio calls out. I can feel him smirking against my pussy.
He answered.
He actually let whoever it is know we’re in here.
I should be mortified, but I’m too far gone to care about it in this moment.
“Just letting you know dinner is ready,” Enzo’s amused voice sounds through the door.
One more tongue lap to my clit and I’m soaring over the edge. I shove Gio’s face into me as my back arches and I moan. Loudly. He lazily laps and licks as I come down.
I squirm away. “Sensitive,” I mumble.
Gio places a kiss on the top of my mound before coming up on his elbows, looming over me. He has a lazy smile on his lips. My juices are coating his short beard.
“I’ll never get tired of how hot you run for me. Feel better?”
I cock my head at him. “Feel better about what?” I ask, ignoring the first remark.
“I wanted you to relax. This is the fastest way I know how to get you to do that.”