Chapter 11 Bianca #3
“Stop,” he croaks. He slides his fingers from my lips, the sound of their departure making a quiet pop.
I manage a gasp before his mouth comes crashing down on mine, tongue parting my lips, plundering my mouth.
There isn’t a part of me he doesn’t taste or explore.
He growls into my mouth, one hand gripping my waist, the other wet with my spit and arousal and wrapping around the front of my throat, tilting my head just so.
He closes his teeth around my bottom lip, biting down, the sudden but subtle sting making me moan.
He holds me tighter, fingers biting into my skin, his tongue once again parting my lips as if he can eat me whole until there is nothing left.
Alessandro tears his mouth away, the tip of his nose brushing against mine.
His breath fans against my face.
Fuck.
I try to rub my thighs together to alleviate this horrible ache but he’s quicker. One hand drops, his grip against my thigh bruising.
“What did I say, Bianca?”
Fuck if I know. He’s said lots of things.
“When you come”—he rolls his hips against me—“it’s going to be on my cock.” He hums, grip relaxing, fingers no longer biting into my skin. “Well, the first time at least.”
It’s hard to think when his fingers dance up the inside of my thigh. “The f-first time?”
“Did you think it would just be once? Now that I’ve got you right where I want you, why on earth do you think I’d let you go?
” Alessandro chuckles darkly. His fingers graze my center over my underwear, making me lurch.
“I think I’ve decided, the next time is going to be with my tongue up your pussy.
And the third time…” Alessandro rubs me slowly, driving me absolutely fucking mad.
“I think the third time I might let you decide. If you’re good. ”
I can’t help myself. I whimper.
His grin is absolutely wicked. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, Bianca?” He drags my underwear to the side, baring my pussy to the cool air of the room. “You want to be a very good girl.”
“Please, I want—” I bite down on my lip when he slides his fingers back inside me.
“What do you want?” His thrusts are lazy, but each glide makes the most vulgar noise that makes me nearly cringe from embarrassment. He gives a throaty chuckle. “Imagine how you’ll sound after we’re through.”
My thighs tremble, muscles quaking. “Alessandro.”
“What do you want?” he asks. “You want to come? Ask me for it.”
My head feels heavy on my neck when I nod. “Yes. Please.”
He lets go of my waist, hand gathering my hair off the nape of my neck and brushing it aside.
His lips rest against the bare skin where my shoulder met my neck, his kisses dizzyingly sweet when his fingers are still making filthy noises between my legs.
I gasp when the pads of his fingers brush against the swollen spot inside me.
The curl of his fingers quickens, pressing, pressuring rising within me like a tide.
Alessandro’s breath stutters. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you for so long. I want—I want things I shouldn’t want. I want to—I want to swallow your sighs and taste your tears and bury myself so deep inside you that you won’t be able to figure out where you end and I begin.”
His teeth rake against my neck, a gentle scrape follows a nip and a huff of laughter when I gasp, one hand scrambling to grab the wrist of the hand between my thighs.
I am so fucking close, if he just presses a little harder, a little more.
But it’s futile.
He won’t let me come, not unless it is on his cock.
“Please.” I rock against him, my left hand gripping his knee.
The hand between my leg stills and I bite the inside of my cheek, stifling a sob.
“You’ve been so patient,” Alessandro praises. “Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I want…” I wet my lips. “I want it. I want everything.”
“My cock?” Alessandro smirks.
Asshole. But I nod. “Your cock.”
He hums, fingers tracing abstract patterns along my thighs, painting my skin wet with my juices. He taps my hip. “Stand up.”
My knees tremble but I manage to haul myself to standing.
“Stay there.” Alessandro’s hands drop to the waist of his pants.
He pops the button and lowers the zipper, lifting his hips to tug his pants and boxers down, stopping as soon as his cock is free.
I press my lips together, trying to fight my moan.
His cock rests against his belly, jutting out from a thatch of neatly trimmed black hair.
He is thick, so thick I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to wrap my lips around more than the head of his cock.
Alessandro runs a fist up his length, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.
He’s the one exposed and yet the look in his eyes assures me that within the confines of these four walls, he’s the predator and I’m his prey.
Fuck.
He wants to swallow my sighs and taste my tears?
I want him to devour me.
His lips twitch. “Would you like to have a seat, Bianca?”
I exhale loudly.
Alessandro reaches for my hips, drawing me backward onto his lap so quickly after I lost my balance.
I land on his thighs, splaying out, heart racing.
He kisses the shell of my ear. “Breathe. You have my permission to pass out after.”
I am going to kill him. As soon as I’ve come, I’m going to kill him.
His hand drifts down my stomach, settling between my thighs.
His fingertips make lazy circles around my clit as he draws me back until I rest against his chest.
His cock—hot and hard—nudges my ass. My head falls back against his shoulder.
“Give me your hand.”
I let him drag my hand between my legs, my fingers joining his against my slick heat.
His arm returns to band around my waist, maneuvering me slightly higher until the head of his cock bumps against my fingers.
I rise up, fingers wrapping around his shaft and letting the head of his cock settle at my center.
I roll my neck to the side, watching Alessandro over my shoulder.
He’s biting his lip as he stares back at me with eyes brimming with heat so molten it steals the breath from my lungs.
Locking my eyes with his, I lower myself onto him, biting the side of my cheek at the stretch, then closing my eyes at the subtle burn that follows.
Alessandro pants softly into the quiet of the room, his fingers returning to my clit, circling faster.
I gasp and drop down, impaling myself the rest of the way on his cock, my ass flush against his hips.
My jaw drops, eyes fluttering as I stare down at where we are joined.
“Are you all right?” Alessandro murmurs, fingers slowing to a stop between my legs.
I nod, mouth snapping shut when Alessandro leans forward, cock shifting and pressing deeper inside me as he curls himself around my back.
One hand tugs at my blouse, lifting it to my ribs, the other splays against my stomach where his cock is buried inside me.
My muscles spasm involuntarily.
Alessandro sucks in a breath through his teeth, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His lips skim my skin. “I want to feel you.”
I jerk my head in a nod and tense my thighs, lifting up, his cock sliding out of me until I’m empty save for the stretch where we meet.
I hold my breath and slide back down, crying out at the feel of him parting my walls, making a space inside of me that is perfect for him.
His hands grip my hips, helping me as I rise and fall, my breath quickening until all I can make are tiny punched out noises that are carried on puffs of air.
“You have no idea how good you feel.”
If it is one-tenth as good as he feels inside me, I know.
Sweat beads along my hairline, the muscles in my thighs and stomach burning as I ride him, chasing an end that is so close, just out of reach.
If it isn’t for the exhaustion in my body, I would never want to stop.
I would ride this wave, this thrum of pleasure so close to being climatic but not quite for as long as I can.
But I’m only human.
My pace falters as my legs weaken.
Alessandro grips me tighter, a rumble building in his chest as he lifts and lowers me on his cock. “You’re close, aren’t you,” he murmurs, lips skimming my jaw. “Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come undone.”
I bring one shaking hand between my legs and trace my slit, gathering wetness, fingers bumping Alessandro’s shaft as he continues to drive into me.
I slick my clit and circle it with quick, firm strokes that makes me gasp.
“That’s it,” Alessandro whispers. “You’re about to come. I can feel your pussy fluttering around my cock. Are you going to scream for me? Bring down this whole hotel with your cries? Come on.”
My eyes slam shut, mouth falling open on a silent scream as I fracture, my whole body freezing save for the way I clench around Alessandro as if I can keep him inside me forever.
Alessandro’s fingers press above the jut of my hipbones, his thrusts quicker, each accompanied by a growl.
With each thrust, his cock nudges that spot inside of me that makes me see stars, prolonging my pleasure.
I clutch his forearms, head lolling back against his shoulder as I come down from one climax to crest the wave of another. I never came twice, not like this. “Alessandro.”
He presses his face against my neck, laughing breathlessly. “One more. Come on. You can do it for me.”
My nails bite into his arms, leaving little crescent moons against his skin as my pussy clenches around his cock, pleasure ripping through me so fierce that my vision spots.
Alessandro slams into me once, twice, and with a growl follows me over the edge, coming so hard I can feel his cock twitch as he clamps his teeth around my shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to undoubtedly leave a mark.
My breath slows and so does his, and I melt back into his arms, all soft, lazy limbs in the aftermath of that holy-fuck-amazing sex.
Alessandro trails kisses down my neck, open mouthed-against the curve of my shoulder, his tongue slipping out to lick the bruise he left behind.
Another moment passes, neither of us speaking words.
His cock softens, sliding out of me which makes me moan slightly. Alessandro huffs out a laugh and slides his hand between my legs to feel the slickness.
“Feels to me like you could go again,” he murmurs into my skin.
I grin, craning my head to look at him. “I could be persuaded.”
With a wicked smile, Alessandro captures my lips in a heated kiss and soon I even forget my name.
Tonight, there are no boundaries, no careful distance, no pretending that we’re anything other than what we are.
Two people who’ve found something real and dangerous and absolutely consuming in each other.
Tonight, I stop being Giuseppe’s daughter or Matteo’s heir or the DeLuca princess.
Tonight, I’m just Bianca, and he’s just Alessandro, and nothing else matters except the way we fit together like we were made for this moment.