Chapter Twenty-Three
(Cesare)
Cesare turned off his laptop’s camera and microphone, and reclined in his seat with a long sigh when court was finally adjourned for the day. Corporate litigation was a bitch, but the benefit of having so many parties involved was that proceedings for many of his clients were over Zoom.
He checked his personal phone and skimmed through messages, checking to see if Sabrina had sent anything else. Besides her morning text, there’d been no communication from her. He frowned, the memory of her distress last night still fresh on his mind.
Cesare called Sabrina and was surprised to hear Monty answer.
“Good afternoon, boss.” He sounded both amused and smug.
“Monty. Mind telling me where my woman is?” Cesare demanded.
“She wanted to surprise you. She’s currently in the poolroom.”
“She’s here?” Cesare stood up from the desk.
“Yes. And she brought you a box of cinnamon rolls.”
Cesare grabbed his hotel key and walked out of the room, heading towards the stairs.
“Where are you?” Cesare asked.
“I’m outside the poolroom door telling every schmuck that tries to go inside that the pool is closed because of a sanitation issue.”
“The pool is closed because of a sanitation issue.” Cesare muttered wryly, amusement turning up the corners of his lips.
“Very unfortunate.” Monty lamented dryly. “It’s a good thing I’m here to let everybody know not to go in, boss.”
“Oh, I agree.” Cesare muttered, hanging up the phone as he took the stairs down to the first floor and walked down the hallway. He slowed as he approached Monty. “How long has she been here?” He asked.
“Half an hour.” Monty answered, keeping his eyes toward the lobby. “I texted when she arrived, but…”
“I was still in court.” Cesare nodded, looking through the glass door to see his tesoro.
She was relaxing inside the pool, sitting on an underwater bench with her eyes closed; her head reclined against a towel roll serving as a makeshift pillow.
Her rich copper curls cascaded around her shoulders.
She wore a dark emerald green swimsuit that wrapped around her curves like a second skin.
She looked like a wild, Celtic goddess waiting to be stolen away.
“Thank you, Monty.” Cesare murmured. “I’d like you to arrange for a bottle of Chianti and a steak dinner for two to be brought up to the room. And chocolate cake. Just leave it outside and text me when it’s there.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Monty nodded.
Cesare took in a deep breath as he walked through the door, pausing a moment to just look at her. Did she have any idea how beautiful she really was?
Cesare’s leather shoes made a distinctive tapping sound on the tile decking as he slowly approached his water nymph.
He took pleasure in the smile that played across Sabrina's lips in response to his approach. The lines of her shoulders relaxed, and her breasts rose just above the surface of the water as she breathed in a little deeper. The gentle swell of her flesh disappeared back beneath the water’s surface when she slowly breathed back out.
Cesare could have stared at the sight all night.
Feeling an odd parallel to the night prior, Cesare stepped out of his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket. He watched as Sabrina, eyes still closed, bit her lip. Cesare pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the top half his shirt. He deftly unbuckled his belt.
At the sound of the buckle, Sabrina’s hazel eyes finally opened, her gaze immediately going to his hands as he removed the leather strap. Her eyes darkened, and she swallowed thickly, and Cesare mentally filed her response away as something to revisit with her later.
His tesoro looked up then, meeting his gaze with her bewitching hazel eyes.
Cesare was still wearing his suit pants as he stepped into the pool, just a few steps away from where Sabrina watched him with that addictive doe-eyed innocent look.
He felt like a wolf closing in on its prey as he approached, moving to stand between her legs as they opened for him.
Her beautiful eyes looked up at him, fearless and beaming with joy.
Sabrina reached out for Cesare, and he pressed his body against hers, burying his face in her neck as he squeezed her to him. “You feel so good, tesoro. So pretty just for me.” He praised.
She gave a soft smile. “Says the man who belongs on the cover of Vogue.”
“So good, waiting for me to finish work in such a pretty swimsuit.” Cesare crooned as he leaned in, gently kissing her lips.
He sucked her lower lip between her teeth and gently nipped at it, grinning at the sound of Sabrina's gasp.
He kissed a leisurely trail down her neck, and ducked down to place a kiss between her breasts.
He nuzzled her soft skin exposed by the bathing suit as he wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her hips into the bulge of his thick hard cock.
Sabrina gasped as Cesare let out a low groan. He leaned in to press a kiss against her lips. “You smell like fucking cake.”
“I smell like cinnamon rolls.” She gave a breathless laugh.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, tesoro.” He instructed.
“I brought you cinnamon rolls.” She said breathlessly, as he picked her up off the sun shelf and turned them around so he was sitting down on the underwater bench; his redheaded nymph firmly seated on his lap, her legs straddling either side of him.
“That was very nice of you.” Cesare grinned. “But right now there’s only one thing I’m hungry for.”
He pressed his sweet tesoro against him so that her pussy was lined up against his hardened length, and like a hormonal teenager he ground against her through the damn layers still separating them.
Sabrina’s uncertain movements reminded him once again how inexperienced she was, and the thought only made him harder. “You can do it, baby. Just like that.” He encouraged as he dragged her hips back and forth against him.
He knew he had hit the right angle when she cried out his name in that breathless husky sirens voice of hers. It echoed off the tiles of the poolroom, as he repeated the same movement.
“Fuck, just like that.” He encouraged, guiding her as she held the rhythm. “Do you like having this cock between your legs? You’re doing such a good job practicing, baby.”
Sabrina nuzzled into his neck. “Practicing?” She repeated the word breathlessly.
“You’re learning how to ride daddy’s cock, baby. And soon, very soon, it’s going to be inside you when we do this.”
Sabrina let out an aroused whimper as she continued to drag her hips in the rhythm they were dancing together, huffing when her thighs shook. She let out a soft, distressed sort of pout. “I need help, I can’t.”
“Need help with what, baby?”
“I want to come.” She cried out softly as a shudder of pleasure rippled through her, so close but not enough.
“Does my baby girl need her pussy filled? Is it aching for it?” His voice was low and guttural.
Sabrina continued to grind against him as she gave a pitiful sniff. “Yes. Please.”
“Please what, baby?” He gritted, reaching up her thighs, his fingers stopping just shy of where she really needed them.
“Please. Please let me come.” She begged.
“Who am I, baby?” He asked, his voice so damn gentle. For her. In his world of constant battle, he could be gentle for her.
Sabrina pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes fluttering with pleasure, gently nudging her nose against his in a gesture that was so playful and wholesome it tugged at something with feelings somewhere deep inside.
“You donated the grant money.” She whispered, her voice thick with arousal.
“I’ve been waiting for two years and they approved it today. ”
Cesare blinked, his mind still caught with single focused precision on the feel of her legs wrapped around him, and her body moving against his.
“It was supposed to be anonymous.” He grunted, pulling her even closer.
“It was you.” Sabrina panted against him, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “You took care of it. We’re going to have everything we need, because you took care of it.”
Cesare took her mouth with his as he dragged her sweet pussy over his aching cock. “Who takes care of you, baby?” He ground out, swirling his fingers around her lower lips, but refusing entrance. “Whose cock are you going to take?”
“Yours!” She cried out softly. “Yours, Cesare.”
Cesare’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a yearning and a hunger that wrapped itself around Sabrina’s heart and squeezed.
“Try again, baby. What am I? Who takes care of you?” He coaxed.
A tear slipped down Sabrina’s cheek as she drowned in his gaze, and the pleasure he was giving her. “Daddy.” She whispered hoarsely.
“That’s it, baby. So fucking good for daddy.” He praised. “This pussy is mine to take care of, isn’t it? Nobody else has ever touched it, and nobody else ever will.”
Cesare thrust two fingers into her tight pussy, his eyes darkening at the feel of her pulsing tightly around him; visibly straining to take what he was giving her.
“You’re going to come on me, baby.” He muttered gutturally.
“And then I’m taking you home to Philly and you’re going to take my cock like a good girl. ”
Sabrina’s orgasm struck hard and fast. He covered her lips with his in an attempt to dampen the noise, but if he was completely honest, he didn’t give a fuck who heard them. She was his.
Sabrina collapsed against Cesare after a moment, catching her breath as she pressed a series of kisses on his neck and chest, along the line of his now soaked work shirt.
“I can’t go to Philadelphia with you tomorrow.” She mourned softly as she cradled his head in her hands and raked her nails through his scalp in a mind numbing massage. “But I would like to visit.”
Cesare closed his eyes to the sensation of her hands in his hair and fought like hell to focus on what she was saying. “When?” He grunted.
“As soon as the new team can do without me on site the whole time.” She answered.
Cesare opened his eyes. “What about Walter?”
Sabrina frowned. “He has a full-time job.”
“Do you want emotional support or professional counsel?” He rumbled.
Sabrina grinned. “You are such a lawyer.”
Cesare grunted, catching her lips with his.
After a moment, Sabrina pulled away slightly. “What would your professional counsel be?”
“Tell him you’re coming to Philly for a week and you need a plan for coverage. See what he says.” Cesare shrugged.
“Hmmm.” She softly kissed him back. “And what would emotional support look like?” She asked.
“You come up to the room and I feed you dinner.” Cesare answered.
“Just dinner?” Sabrina raised a brow.
“What are the rules, baby?” Cesare leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Enjoy myself.” She answered, with that innocent, sexy as hell, doe-eyed look. “And trust you to take care of me.” She finished with a soft smile on her lips.
“Very good girl.” Cesare praised.