3. Alpha…Bet
Alpha…Bet
His eyebrows tightened, drawing together over the bridge of his perfect nose. “The what?”
Despite ?my muscles having just been worked into putty, I tensed faster than a coil. “The–er–happy ending.”
He stared at me, unblinking. Why did he look as if he had no idea what I was talking about?
Oh my fucking god.
Allegra was officially dead to me.
I leapt off the table, clutching the towel tightly to my chest, praying the floor would swallow me whole.
“I’m so sorry! Ignore me! I thought…I was told…it doesn’t matter. I misunderstood.”
My shaking fingers were on the door handle when I felt the heat of his body press against my back, pushing me up against it.
“Lie back down, beautiful.”
Slowly, I turned, coming face to face with his broad chest. My eyes drifted up to his face and the dark, dangerous, yet intensely erotic expression it wore.
“What?”
“You didn’t misunderstand. Lie back down.”
His hands wrapped around my waist, and in one swift move, he hoisted me back onto the table.
I yelped, and my hands landed on his biceps as he stood between my legs, holding my gaze.
It was only then that I realised by holding onto him, I’d dropped the towel and was sitting in the bikini bottoms with my tits on full display.
His eyes roamed down to them with hunger.
I sucked in a sharp breath when he lifted his hand and flicked my nipple down gently with the tip of his thumb.
“Così dannatamente perfetta…” he husked, his hand climbing higher up my throat until he grazed my bottom lip with the same thumb. “Lie down.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I shuffled back and settled into the same position I had been in just a few minutes ago, lying on my back. I watched as he stalked to the end of the table with a predatory nature that hadn’t been there before. The look in his eyes was wild.
He picked up my foot again, the one he hadn’t quite finished with, and continued to massage it, the tension increasing between us now that we both knew what was about to happen. I held his primal gaze, feeling like a lamb in the presence of a wolf.
He lifted my foot higher to his lips and kissed the arch, never breaking eye contact.
I gasped, feeling my pussy clench at his lips on my skin.
His hands travelled my calf, his lips and tongue exploring my ankle, following their path leisurely.
I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
My body started squirming the closer he came.
When his fingers brushed, this time purposefully, against the seam of my bikini bottoms, I moaned.
The tip of his finger drew a line down the centre of my pussy over the fabric, and I was ready to detonate.
God, no. Not this soon. I wanted the total experience.
His fingers. His tongue. Not a little tease.
But I was so close to coming, which was just mind-blowing.
Maybe Allegra had a point. The men, no, boys, I’d been with before had no fucking clue what they were doing. This man, however…
He tasted my inner thigh with his tongue, driving me closer to madness, while his fingers continued to brush lightly against my clit. My lower back arched, and my hands gripped the sides of the table as more moans escaped my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the release.
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come yet.
“You’re so responsive to me,” he husked as his fingers reached the side of the bikini bottoms and tugged at the string holding them together. “Good job, these are waterproof. Sei fottutamente bagnata, tesoro.”
I gasped at his filthy words and how he changed from English to Italian so effortlessly. I tried to draw my thighs together, but he gripped them, prying them open.
“Don’t hide. I’m an arrogant bastard. I like to see how much you want me.”
He tossed the bikini bottoms onto the floor, and I quickly covered my eyes with one hand, hiding my shame. Yet, as soon as his fingers brushed against my clit, his skin on mine, my back arched off the table. All shame was long forgotten, replaced by pure pleasure.
“Cazzo,” he groaned, swiping his fingers down my pussy, drenching them with my arousal. “You’re going to come for me already, aren’t you? What do you need? This?”
He slid his index finger into my pussy, and I clenched around him, moaning. My hands gripped the bed tighter.
“Another?”
He added a second, filling me deliciously, and my thighs shook.
After just two pumps curved against my G-spot, a circle and flick of my clit with his thumb, I was coming undone.
Cries of pleasure filled the room as my body trembled, and when I opened my eyes, panting as I came down to earth, I found him staring at my face, slowly shaking his head.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?”
I dropped my head back onto the table, trying to catch my breath. That was incredible. He was worth every euro, and I intended to pay Allegra back. That was exactly what I needed.
“Grazie,” I breathed as he removed his fingers from me. “I really needed that today. I just found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. Ex-boyfriend.”
Why the hell did I just say that? It must have been the delirious, comatose state of bliss he’d just put me in. That also explained why I still hadn’t tried to get off his table. That, and I wasn’t sure my legs were working.
“Give me his name… I’ll make sure he never hurts another woman again. Especially you.”
I frowned. My head snapped up, and I rested on my elbows to stare at him. “What?”
A wicked smile curled his lips as his hands idly traced circles over my legs, as if he had all the time in the world. “A name.” His eyes grew darker, drawing me into their orbit. “That’s all I need.”
“For what?”
Heat and danger tangled together in the depths of those deep brown eyes.
“To teach him what it really means to be a man… and to remind him what will happen when he mistreats a beautiful woman he never deserved.”
I narrowed my eyes, my lips lifting into a smile. He was messing with me, but I couldn’t pretend that his protective, macho words weren’t incredibly hot.
I moved my legs out of his hands and attempted to sit up, very aware that I was naked. His hands gripped my thighs, and in one abrupt move, he yanked me down to the end of the bed, causing me to fall flat on my back and squeal.
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished.”
“I–” I bit my bottom lip as he lowered himself to his knees at the end of the massage table. “What are you doing? You already made me come.”
“With my fingers. But I need to taste you.”
“Is that… extra?” I asked. I didn’t care. I’d pay double to have his tongue. “To have two orgasms?”
A deep, dark chuckle ?vibrated from his chest as he placed my thighs over his massive shoulders. “You’ve had a shitty day. The second one is free.”
“Oh, okay–that’s really—oh!” My sentence broke off the moment he took a long, slow lick of my pussy and groaned.
His fingers dug into my thighs, holding them in place as my eyes rolled.
After a few more teasing licks, he sucked my clit into his mouth.
Hard. My head lifted off the table, my hands weaving into his hair as his eyes locked with mine.
Hungry, raw desire blazed in them. His tongue flicked my clit at epic speed, and I was falling apart in seconds.
But he didn’t stop. Even when I came down from another soul-shattering orgasm, he moved his tongue to my pussy, eating me like he was starved until the sensitivity of my clit recovered, and then he was back to it again.
My head snapped up as I remembered something. Still in my delirious high, I didn’t even care how weird this might sound. I would never see this man again anyway, and if any man could succeed, it was him.
“Can you write the alphabet with your tongue?”
He paused, lifting his mouth away from me with an amused frown. “Cosa?”
“I know it’s weird, but my friend and I don’t believe a man can make a woman come by writing the alphabet with their tongue.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
I smirked, leaning up on my elbows to watch him between my legs. Damn, what a sight that was. “I guess.”
“Challenge accepted, but you have to say the letters out loud.”
His head dipped back between my legs, one hand reaching up to my breast and teasing my nipple as his tongue swirled the letter ‘A’ against my clit.
I moaned, pronouncing the letter.
“B… C… D….” I gasped, faltering on E. Whoa. Okay. There was something to this after all. By the time he made it to K, I was fighting the orgasm that I was teetering on the edge of.
“L… M… N… Oh!” I screamed, my hands clawing at his hair as the third orgasm crashed through me. I fell back on the bed, utterly spent, and burst out laughing. Cesare stood up from the floor, watching me with a smug grin.
I sighed, forcing my jelly-like body to sit up, and reached for the towel, wrapping it around me. “Well, I was proven wrong. You’re um, well, thank you. That was—”
“My pleasure,” he husked, standing in front of me.
I laughed. “Well, no. I think it was mine.”
My eyes landed on the long length of his rock-hard cock barely contained beneath the flimsy trousers that revealed just how much he’d been enjoying himself.
A wet patch was visible at the top, and my cheeks blushed when I realised he was leaking pre-cum.
My pussy pulsed at the thought of how it might feel inside me. I was insatiable.
Should I offer to return the favour? I shook my head, glancing at the wall when he pressed his palm to his dick, trying to rearrange himself. No, don’t offer. This was his job. Not mine. He probably gets hard-ons with every client.
I quickly slid off the table as he picked up the bikini from the floor.
I took it with a shy smile. He stepped closer to me, his presence an enormous distraction from getting my ass out of there before I made a fool of myself again.
I pressed my hand against his chest and gulped at how firm he felt.
“I–um–should get dressed. Thanks again.” I patted his chest awkwardly.
He paused, gazing down at me with that brooding intensity. As if he suddenly remembered his professional manners, he stepped back. “I’ll give you some privacy, beautiful.”
He walked behind the bamboo partition, and I quickly pulled on the robe, stuffing the bikini into my pocket because I wasn’t about to fumble with that and risk overstaying my welcome. I’m sure he had other clients to see.
Pulling out the only cash I had on me, I left the note on the bed as a tip.
I wish I could have tipped him more. He deserved to be a millionaire for the talent he possessed.
I fought back a giggle, took one last glance at the shadow beyond the partition, and then sneaked out the door with a beaming smile on my face.
It seems there are still delicious men left in the world who understand the importance of the clitoris.
Too bad you have to pay for them.