Chapter 8 #2
I shake myself out of my Aria stupor and will myself to stop thinking about her.
She's nothing to me in the long run, and I need to remember that and keep it that way. It was only one night and nothing more. Plus, being with her could start a fucking war because her father is an asshole, and I don’t want to be bothered with the aggravation of that shit.
He’ll never win against my family or me, but it would just be fucking annoying to deal with him.
By the time I make it to my parents’ house, I’m tired as fuck, but when I check my watch, I see that it’s almost time for dinner.
I slip into the house to take a quick shower before heading down.
Otherwise, Ma would have my ass. I hate that I’m not going to my own place, since all I want to do is sleep in my own bed, but my mother would go look for me there.
Anytime I’m gone on a job for any extended period of time, I always have to spend the first night back at home with them so she can fuss over me. Since they both knew I was coming home today, here I am.
As predicted, when I come back down and head to the dining room, Ma is all over me. She grabs my face and kisses my cheeks before looking me over from head to toe like I went off to war.
“Thank God, my baby is back! I’ve missed you,” she says, hugging me. I roll my eyes at her dramatics. “You’ve been gone for far too long.”
“I wasn’t gone that long, Ma,” I say, looking down at her five-foot-nothing self, and she uses that moment to slap me on the back of my head.
“Ow! What was that for? I thought you just said you missed me.”
“Don’t think I don’t know you just rolled your eyes at me! And it doesn’t matter if you’re gone for a minute, a day, or a month, I’ll still miss you. You’re my baby, and you’ll always be my baby,” she says, and I have to refrain from rolling my eyes again.
“Son, I’m glad you’re back,” Dad says as he walks into the room.
Mom leaves me as Dad walks over to me and gives me a slap on the back and a kiss to the forehead.
He’s hard with everyone except my mom and me.
He still kisses me on the head sometimes when he greets me.
No one would ever expect him to be this soft with his family since there are so many others who treat their families like shit.
“I’ve got to say it’s good to be home again. I missed your ugly mug,” I say with a laugh as we both head for our seats at the dinner table.
“Please, you wish. Where did you think you got your good looks from?” He smirks, and I just roll my eyes.
Dinner is nice with just us, but I can’t wait to head back to my own space in the morning.
I love my parents and am thankful for them because I know not everyone in our world has the kind of parents I do, so I stay over to please them whenever I can.
We’re in the middle of dinner, making small talk while eating, when Dad brings Aria up in conversation, and I’m like a kid in a freaking candy store waiting to hear what I can about her. I play it cool while listening, not that he knows bringing her up would mean anything to me at all.
“Guess what I got today,” he says. It’s not dinner in the Andretti household if either one of them doesn't gossip.
“An appointment with a plastic surgeon to make you not look like an ogre for Ma?” I joke.
“Ha ha, no. Your mother loves me just the way I am. I mean, just before you got home, we were—”
“Stop! Stop! Stop! Are my ears going to bleed? I don’t need to be traumatized over dinner!”
“You started it,” he says, smirking at me.
“I apologize. I’ll be on my best behavior for the rest of dinner if you don’t talk about you and Ma. Some things you just don’t need to know about your parents,” I grumble. He just laughs as he reaches over to give Ma a kiss. Before it gets too out of control, I bring us back on topic.
“What did you get today?” He pulls away, and both of them smile at each other before he looks over at me.
“I got an invitation to Salvatore Rossi’s wedding. It looks as though he’s going to marry that Bellucci girl. What’s her name again?”
“I think it’s Allie, Aria, or something like that,” I say, trying to show as little interest as I can muster. I don’t need these two to know that I’ve been thinking about her… a lot.
“Oh yes. That’s right. Little Aria Bellucci.”
“When is the wedding? I wasn’t aware that Salvatore was planning to tie the knot.”
“If I remember the date correctly, in three months,” he says.
“Oh, that’s cool. Are you going to go?”
“Yeah, we’ll have to go and show our faces. And by we, I do mean you are also included.”
“Ah, come on, Pop. Do I really need to show my face there? You know I can’t stand that asshole.”
“Yep. You’re going to be the boss someday soon. A part of the job means you’ll have to do shit you don’t want to, sometimes. That includes attending Salvatore’s wedding even if you can’t stand the man.”
“Ugh. Fine. Just remind me when it gets closer to the date in case I forget. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” I say, getting up from the table since I’m done with my dinner. I give Ma a kiss and Pop a hug, ready to head upstairs for the night.
“See you tomorrow, honey. Love you,” Ma says.
“See you tomorrow,” Pop says, reminding me of our meeting. I leave them alone and make my way up to get ready for bed.
I’ve been lying in this bed for the last hour and a half trying to get some sleep, but that shit has been eluding me.
My mind has been on her this entire time.
Now that I’m back home and learning about her upcoming nuptials, I can’t help thinking about our night together.
My body starts to crave her more than ever, with my dick being as hard as a fucking rock.
It’s in pain and craving a release. A release I know only she can give me.
When I get tired of tossing and turning, I say fuck it and get up to get dressed so I can pay her a visit. I can’t deny that our night together has left me wanting more. I’m pretty sure she felt the same way, too. An idea forms in my head, and I think it’s the greatest plan I’ve ever had.
Technically, she has three months until she ties the knot, and there’s nothing anywhere that says that I can’t have her during that time. A groan leaves me as I think about fucking her for the next three months under her fiancé and father’s noses.
When I’m done getting dressed, I head outside to my car and get in before leaving to drive to her place.
I make my way to the back road behind their mansion and ensure my car is well hidden when I get out.
The Bellucci mansion is fenced, and trees line the property all around, so I’ll have to go through them.
After meeting her and fucking her a month ago, I made it a point to get the lay of the land of her house and the surrounding area. I had no idea why, since I wasn’t planning on actually seeing her or being with her again, but now that it’s all I want, I’m glad I did.
One of my specialties is getting in and out of places without being caught, so getting through Bernardo’s flimsy security will be a breeze. Most of them are already in the guardhouse, shooting the shit, and since I’m wearing all black, it’ll be easy to hide in the shadows.
I already know which room is hers because I’ve seen her on her balcony during surveillance.
On further inspection, I see that the door is still open and the curtains are blowing softly in the wind.
I use my small, handy night-vision scope to scan my surroundings.
Once it’s clear, I put it into my pocket before sprinting through the yard.
Metal trellises cover the walls all the way up, stopping just under her balcony.
I’ve never climbed one of those for a chick before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
I make sure the coast is still clear before I start my climb until I’m just under the balcony.
Grabbing the rails, I quickly pull my body up and over, landing with a soft thud.
I crawl to the door and peek in to make sure that she’s alone in her room. I wouldn’t want to walk in and find her father or someone else in there with her. From the soft light still glowing in her room, I see that she’s asleep on her bed.
Even from here, my spot by the door, she looks delectable.
I’m imagining all the things I’m going to do to her, and my dick instantly perks up again at the thought.
I feel like a creeper just standing here and watching her sleep, but I can’t help it.
She’s so beautiful, and she looks so peaceful, unaware that the devil is at her door.
After a few more seconds of just watching her, I finally step into her room and walk over to her bed. I gently turn her over so that she’s now lying on her back, and I take in the little nighty she’s wearing before stripping it off her. I then pull her panties off and spread her legs open a bit.
I just take in how gorgeous she is and how fucking hot she looks naked and spread out for me. Her pink pussy looks like it needs my cock inside of it. It’s just there, winking at me, waiting for me to take it. To plunge my big cock into her and fill her walls up.
A groan escapes me at the thought, and unable to wait any longer, I strip my clothes off and stroke myself a few times as I continue to look at her pretty pussy.
I can’t wait to sink into her tight little cunt and feel her warmth and wetness envelop my length.
It’s been way too long since I’ve had her.
I slowly get on her bed and crawl a bit until I’m sitting between her spread legs.
I lick my thumb and then place it between her pussy lips and start to rub it in an up and down motion.
After a few seconds of rubbing, her wetness begins to leak onto my thumb.
Fuck! Looking at her folds opening up for me, all I want to do is suck the juices out of her hole.