Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Are you sure no one is going to come in here?” I ask CJ.
After his Uncle E told us the chopper was thirty minutes out, CJ pulled me into a guestroom. Thankfully, my dad was too busy talking to Mr. Bianchi and CJ’s uncle to notice.
“I locked the door,” CJ assures me. “I’m going to be stuck on a jet with your siblings, Dani. I’m not going to have access to your pussy for more than twenty-four hours. Do you have any idea how torturous that is? Knowing it’s so close and not being able to touch it?”
“I’m sure you’ll survive.” I laugh.
I get it, though. Since we’ve reconnected, I’ve wanted him more than ever. I can’t seem to get enough. Perhaps we’re both using sex as a reassurance that we’re in this together. That this is real. I don’t know, but it feels good, so I don’t want to stop.
CJ’s hands snake up under my skirt, reaching my panties and tugging them all the way down to my ankles.
He’s now on his knees in front of me as he lifts one foot and then another.
My panties go into his jacket pocket before he’s raising my left leg and balancing it over his shoulder.
Putting his face right in line with my now-bare pussy.
“There she is,” he says, staring at my exposed sex. “So fucking beautiful.” He looks up at me with a smirk. “And wet. You’re fucking drenched, Dani.”
“Well, you would be too if you were married to you,” I tell him.
CJ returns his attention to my pussy. Using two fingers, he separates my lips, holding me wide open. His mouth is a breath away when he blows on me, causing my entire body to shiver. And then his tongue slides from bottom to top. Slowly, gently.
“Oh, fuck!” I hiss. My hands landing on the top of his head as I try not to lose my balance. It’s not easy standing on one foot while having your pussy licked.
CJ repeats the process, blowing gently and then licking me in one slow glide of his tongue. He does this over and over, until I’m squirming against his face, seeking more. That’s when he decides he’s done with the slow.
Pushing a finger inside me, he grunts as I feel myself gripping on to that finger.
The walls of my pussy clenching as tight as they can.
It’s not enough. I need more. I need his dick.
I’m about to tell him as much when his mouth closes around my clit, and he sucks while pumping that finger in and out of me.
My hands pull at his hair. My body tenses as I feel the start of my orgasm crashing into me. CJ only intensifies his sucking, increasing the speed of his fingers fucking me as I come apart. A silent scream on my lips.
Before I have time to recover, I’m being lifted and then thrown on to my back on the bed. CJ climbs over top of me and then he bottoms out inside me in one swift move.
“Fuck,” I groan as a slight burn forms.
CJ holds himself there. I can see the strain on his face. He wants to move. He doesn’t, though. He waits until we both can feel my pussy relax, adjusting to his size. That’s when he moves. And boy, does he.
Thrusting in and out, giving me everything he has to give.
My hips lift off the bed, meeting his movements.
A rhythm we’re both very familiar with. I need more.
I want him deeper. I lift my legs and CJ takes over, placing them over his shoulders as he sits up.
The new angle getting him deeper, hitting that spot only he’s ever been able to find.
He fucks me like this until I’m coming again.
Then he pulls out of me. Dropping my legs back to the bed before he crawls his way up my body with his cock in his hand.
CJ doesn’t stop until he reaches my mouth, rubbing the tip against my lips.
“Open,” he commands, and I do. He slides himself into my mouth and I close my lips around him. “Suck. I want you to suck me off until I’m coming down your throat. And then I want you drinking it all.”
Hollowing out my cheeks, I do exactly as I’m told.
Because, well, if you saw this man’s dick, you wouldn’t say no to sucking it either.
I’ve never really been a huge fan of giving blow jobs.
But there is something powerful in the way I know I can make CJ come undone like this.
Even though he’s on top of me, pushing his dick into the back of my throat, I feel more powerful right now than I ever do.
My eyes scan his face, watching for the moment he loses control. The spurts of his cum hit my throat and I swallow as fast as I can, doing my best not to choke on him. CJ pulls back a little, and I manage to swallow every bit of cum he feeds me.
Smiling down at me, he pulls his cock all the way out. “So fucking good.” He crawls back down my body. Then he’s leaning over and fusing his lips with mine. “I fucking love you,” he says between kisses.
“I love you too,” I tell him, holding on to him as tight as I can.
“I think I might buy a helicopter. That was kind of cool,” I tell CJ as we walk up the stairs of my family’s jet.
“I’ll buy you one,” he says. “We can make sure the homes we buy have a helipad.”
“Maybe. I feel like the noise of a chopper might scare all the cats you plan to have, though.” I laugh.
“Now what on earth is wrong with cats, Dani?” CJ asks.
“Pussies are the best thing God ever invented.” This comes from my brother as we step onto the plane.
“Ew, gross.” I screw up my face at him. “We were talking about the actual animal.”
“Well, they’re cute too,” Aurelio says.
“Thank god you’re finally here. I want to go home.” Rosie pops her head up from the book she’s reading in a recliner in the back of the jet.
“I think it’s shark week,” Aurelio whispers.
“Don’t be an idiot.” I shove past my brother and head right for my little sister. I can always tell when something is wrong with her. And right now, something is very wrong.
Just as I sit down, another body enters the jet. “Didn’t think you could leave without us, did you?” Aiden is followed by CJ’s cousin Elias.
“You’re both coming to Australia?” CJ asks them.
“Yep, can’t wait. Have you seen the girls in Australia? Hot as fuck down there.” Aiden sits in one of the recliners towards the front of the jet.
Ignoring them, I turn to Rosie. “What’s wrong?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
“Nothing. I’m just home sick and I want to go home,” she tells me.
“Rosie Daisy De Bellis, either you tell me what’s wrong, or I’m bringing Aurelio in on this whole situation,” I warn her. She knows if I get our brother involved, he will dig and dig until he finds what’s bothering her.
“I just got dumped. Over a text message,” she says in a quiet voice.
My head spins. She got dumped? When was she even seeing anyone?
“What? Who? When? How? I have so many questions,” I tell her. “Great! Not only am I the world’s shittiest wife, I’m a shitty big sister too.”
“Daniella Bianchi.” CJ’s voice interrupts my thoughts and I look towards him. He has a huge smile on his face. “I just like saying the name of the world’s best wife.” He winks at me.
Damn it, he was listening to me. I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always tuned into whatever I’m doing.
“Thank you,” I say, my face heating up.
“Okay, sit the fuck down so I can get my two very innocent sisters out of this city full of sin,” Aurelio says.
“Innocent?” CJ parrots.
“Not a fucking word,” Aurelio grunts. “She might be your wife, but she was my sister first.”
“I wasn’t going to say a damn thing about her. But Rosie? You know she just took three-hundred grand from a bunch of champion poker players,” CJ replies.
“What?” Aurelio and I ask at the same time.
“Huh, guess you didn’t know. Sorry, Rosie,” CJ says, sounding anything but sorry.
“We’re coming back to that. First, who is he?” I turn to my sister.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s over. He didn’t like me being gone so long.” Her eyes are watering.
“I’m going to kill him,” I growl. “No one makes my little sister cry.”
Aurelio drops into the chair across from us, followed by CJ. “Who made you cry, Rosie?” Our brother’s tone is easygoing, but we both know whatever he’s thinking is not.
“Nobody, I’m just tired.” Rosie says.
Pulling out my phone, I send a message to Ares. If anyone can dig and find out who Rosie was seeing, it’s my little hacker of a cousin.
Me:
Rosie was seeing someone. I want to know who.
Ares:
Did you try asking her?
Me:
Yes, asshole. He dumped her and made her cry.
Ares:
You should have led with that. I’ll find him and make him cry.
Me:
I’m pretty sure Aurelio will want to help.
Ares:
I’m sure.
I pocket my phone and give my brother a look. He knows exactly who I was just messaging. “So, when we get back to Melbourne, we’re house shopping,” I say, breaking the awkward silence.
“We need a house with a helipad,” CJ adds.
“Why?” Aurelio asks.
“Because my wife wants a helicopter.” CJ smiles at me. “And what my wife wants, she gets.”