Chapter 15 #2
I’m starting to panic because all kinds of memories and feelings are surfacing and threatening to drown me. My heart rate is spiking, and I can’t breathe. I’m getting lost, and I’ll never find myself again if I let this continue.
I pull back, my chest heaving, and meet Sandro’s tortured, lust-filled gaze.
He must see the panic in my eyes because he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against mine. “Lennon.” My name is a whispered prayer.
“What do you want from me, Sandro?” I choke out.
A few seconds of silence tick by as frustration narrows his eyes, and then he turns me around, lifts me by the hips, and deposits me on the edge of the desk.
A gasp leaves my lips. My head spins from the combination of alcohol and his large hands that are now scorching a path up my calves to my bare thighs. I begin to tremble with need as his fingers dig into my thighs and part them.
He presses his thick erection against my core. There’s nothing but material between us. I whimper. I should stop this.
His eyes are burning, his breathing uneven. “What do I want?” His voice is gruff and there is nothing sweet about the way he’s looking at me. His inked hand grips my jaw. “I want to finish what I started ten years ago.”
He slides his other hand between us. My dress is short enough that sitting like this has it riding up on my hips, giving him easy access. Running two fingers over my soaked, silk panties, he hums. “Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this for me, Angel?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because I don’t want him to think Preston has anything to do with the aching arousal I’m feeling.
His eyes darken as he presses his thumb into my clit.
A whimper of need climbs up my throat.
He leans forward and begins to suck and bite at my jaw as his thumb circles faster and harder.
The pressure already building in my core has me gasping and clutching his biceps to keep myself from floating off the planet. Bulky, rock-hard muscle moves beneath my palms.
With a growl, he grabs the thin material and rips it off. Then his fingers are sliding down my bare, slick folds and pushing inside me. At the same time, he bites down on my earlobe and groans. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about having my fingers in this pussy again.”
I spread my thighs for him, my face on fire, panting like I just ran a marathon. I’m already so close to exploding, my walls are fluttering around his fingers.
“Eyes on me.” His husky whisper in my ear is a command.
“You’re going to come for me, Angel.” He adds another finger, stretching me in such a delicious, mind-blowing way, I cry out.
“That a girl,” he growls. His fingers slide deeper inside me, thrusting harder and faster, while his thumb presses on my swollen clit.
I choke out a scream as my orgasm explodes like a supernova.
My walls clench around his fingers in wave after wave of ecstasy.
Our eyes are still locked as he leans forward and crushes my mouth, swallowing my whimpers as he continues to pump his fingers slowly inside me, letting me ride out the contractions on his hand.
After they subside, he slides his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking my glistening arousal.
Then his lips are crushing mine again, slipping his tongue inside, so I taste my release.
At the same time, he grinds his thick, steel erection against my bare pussy.
When he rolls his hips, I gasp. The roughness of his slacks is almost too stimulating.
But as he devours my mouth, I want more.
I press myself into him. My hands move into his hair, gripping it as hard as he’s gripping mine.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.
We both freeze.
I’m immediately swept back in time, to the hotel room that fateful night.
It wasn’t hard to find a room that wouldn’t be occupied for the night. Mom had given me a spare card that gave me access to the rooms for when I helped her clean.
What was hard was knowing this was the last summer Sandro would be coming to Tampa.
He would turn eighteen in a few weeks. That meant he’d now be staying in New York, spending all year with his father, learning the family business so he could take over one day.
He’d talked about me moving there when I turned eighteen in a few months. Said he could get me an apartment. I could go to college there. At first, I dismissed the idea. But as the days of never seeing him again drew closer, panic had me really consider it. There was so much to think about.
Could I leave my mom? Could I move to New York knowing I’d never be accepted by his family as a suitable girlfriend?
That one day he’d have to marry whoever his father told him to?
And if we stayed together, I’d just be the mistress.
The dirty little secret. What if I wanted kids?
Could I watch him have a child with another woman without my heart breaking? No. That would destroy me.
There was only one thing I was sure about at the moment. And that was I wanted to give Sandro my virginity. If we couldn’t be together forever, at least he would forever be my first.
My heart rate spiked when he knocked on the door. Excitement. Fear. Desperation. Love. All these emotions mixing like a heady cocktail in my brain as I floated to the door and opened it.
His gaze swept over the white satin slip I was wearing. He looked past me at the candles I’d lit around the room. Then a radiant, mischievous smile broke out on his face, deep dimples appearing, and a rough laugh escaping.
“Oh, my little angel. You are in deep, deep trouble.” He leaped forward and swept me off my feet. I squealed as he spun me around, pressing his mouth on mine. Then he stopped and glanced at the door.
Gunnar was standing there, hands folded, with an amused grin. He winked at me, and I giggled, hiding my face in Sandro’s chest.
“Fuck off. I’ll find you later,” Sandro said with a snort. Then he kicked the door shut and twirled around tossing me on the bed.
His body came down on top of mine, pressing me into the mattress. He continued his assault on my mouth, twirling his tongue with mine, sucking on my lips, biting and licking my jaw and neck. I moaned and wiggled beneath him, rubbing myself against his hard erection.
We’d fooled around before, but he always stopped short of touching me beneath my panties or letting me touch him. I’m not sure why, but it was time to change that.
He gripped my jaw and smiled into my eyes. “If you don’t stop that I’m going to nut in my pants.”
I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of his muscular ass and pressed myself into him. “Then you better take them off,” I said, not recognizing the crazy need in my voice.
He froze then. His blue eyes holding mine with the most serious look I’ve ever seen in them. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I answered. “There’s a condom on the nightstand.” Someone had left it in one of the rooms a few months ago. I found it while helping Mom clean and had slipped it in my pocket with the plan forming then.
His gaze flicked over to the nightstand and then back to me. He stared for a few more seconds and then kissed me so softly, so sweetly, it felt like he was worshipping at my mouth. Then he pulled us both off the bed.
“Arms up,” he whispered.
I lifted my arms while keeping my eyes on his.
He grasped the edge of my satin slip and lifted it slowly over my head, leaving me in just a pair of white silk panties. I was glad the room was only lit with candlelight as his gaze moved slowly down my body.
He blew out a breath. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful, Angel.” He slipped out of his shorts, leaving him in black boxers. He ran his hands down my arms, then palmed one of my breasts, squeezing and massaging until I was squirming again. The heat of his palm soaked into my bones.
“So fucking beautiful.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled me toward him. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue over my right nipple, then sucked it into his mouth.
I gasped at the rush of heat between my legs. Resting my palms on his wide, tan shoulders, I closed my eyes and got lost in the new sensations his mouth was creating. Tiny moans and gasps were escaping my throat, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how good he was making me feel.
His hands continued massaging my hard, aching nipples as his mouth moved to press kisses down my flat stomach.
His breath grew ragged as he reached the edge of my panties.
Sliding his hands down my ribs to grip my hips, he pushed his tongue beneath the edge of the silk, licking my lower stomach in slow, fiery strokes.
“Oh,” I gasped, and a string of nonsensical noises followed.
A chuckle vibrated in his throat as his fingers hooked into the elastic, and he slid my panties down my thighs, letting them pool at my feet.
I stepped out of them, no longer self-conscious about being naked in front of him.
He hauled me closer, pressing his hot mouth against my core. We moaned together as his tongue licked a slow path through my wetness, then his lips closed around my clit.
“OhmygodSandro,” I choked out.
Shoving my fingers into his hair, I pressed myself harder against his mouth.
My whole world shrank down to the absolute nirvana he was creating between my legs as he licked and stroked me with his tongue and lips.
One of his hands slid around from the grip he had on my ass.
As he sucked the little bundle of nerves with intensifying pressure, his finger slid inside me.
A gush of wetness coated my inner thighs.
“Sandro…”
“So sweet,” he hummed against my slick pussy.
My breaths were coming in tiny pants, and I felt my walls grip his finger. He added a second finger and slowly pushed them deeper inside me.
“Ohhh…” I gasped.
I whimpered as his mouth pulled away and opened my eyes. He was looking up at me, watching my face as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out. His eyes were shining sapphires in the candlelight, evidence of my arousal glistening around his mouth.