Chapter Twenty-Four
(Cesare)
They walked up to Cesare’s hotel room, and Cesare pointedly ignored anyone staring at his wet suit.
He carried the small brown duffle bag that Sabrina had brought, filled with toiletries and dry clothes.
She insisted on carrying the box of cinnamon rolls because he was now more wet than her.
Like a man completely whipped, he didn’t care as long as she continued to hold his fucking hand.
They entered the suite and Cesare eyed the mess of paperwork and case notes strewn around the desk and his bed, much of it legally confidential.
He turned to Sabrina and kissed the hand he was holding.
“Go rinse off. When you’re done, I want you to put a robe on and dry your hair.
I’m going to brush and braid it when you’re done. ”
Sabrina gave him a tender sort of look and nodded, then put the cinnamon rolls on the kitchenette counter. She gave the legal paperwork a knowing look before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.
His clothes were still soaking as he gathered all of the files and paperwork in one fell swoop, dropped everything into the empty pullout drawer of the desk provided by the hotel in each business suite.
Cesare unbuttoned his shirt that now clung to him like a second layer of skin, and unzipped his pants, shrugging out of clothes that now smelled like chlorine.
The image of Sabrina splayed across his lap in the water, and the sensation of her coming around his fingers made him clench his jaw. Worth it. Anything was worth it.
The shower turned off, and Cesare gave the door a quick knock before entering the steamy room.
“Tesoro?” He called, eyes softening at the sight of Sabrina popping out from behind the shower curtain.
“Cesare?” She asked, her eyes locking with his. Her expression had gone back to that damnable doe-eyed look that had him simultaneously planning to defile her in every way, and wanting to wrap her in everything soft and warm at the same time.
He cleared his throat as he approached. “I need to rinse off too.” He spoke in the silence, the sexual tension between the two still thick as the steam.
Sabrina looked down at his cock, hard and straining towards her, and she swallowed. “You didn’t come yet.” She murmured, seeming unsure where to focus her gaze.
“We’ve been naked together, tesoro.” He answered, amused. “My fingers were just inside you. You’re allowed to look at my cock.”
She gave him a rueful grin. “I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was for this sort of thing.” She mused out loud. “It’s big, and it’s hard not to look at it, but I didn’t want to be rude.” She gave him a wry smile.
Cesare’s cock pulsed at the reminder that he was taking so many of her firsts. He took a step forward and pressed a kiss against her perfect lips. “Go dry your hair, tesoro.”
“Or?” She arched a brow in question.
“Your first time will not be in a hotel shower. Get your ass out before I change my mind, you minx.” He gruffed.
“Yes, sir.” She smiled mischievously, pressing herself against him as she stepped out of the shower.
Cesare watched Sabrina, eyes darkened, as her ass swayed back and forth for him as she walked out of the room.
He rinsed the smell of chlorine off, and when the sound of the hair dryer began, he fisted his cock, exhaling in relief. He needed to take the edge off if he was going to survive the next hour.
He thrust into his hand, leaning his forehead against the tile, and let out a long low groan.
His cock was already hard and throbbing and leaked a sheen of pre-cum.
His balls, aching and tight, drew up as he tightened his grip and increased his speed.
He came embarrassingly quickly, picturing the expression that would be on Sabrina’s face when he came inside her tight little pussy for the first time.
Cesare watched as the evidence of his obsession ran down the drain, and he turned off the shower, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist. His sweet tesoro needed to get used to seeing him without clothes.
He exited the bathroom and grinned at the sight of Sabrina in his hotel robe, putting lotion on her long legs. It was a sensual sight.
Cesare watched as her creamy skin was both hidden and revealed by the robe. She stood with one foot propped up on a stuffed armchair as her small hands ran the length of each slender leg up and down, back and forth; rubbing in a cream that smelled like vanilla cake. She looked and smelled edible.
Her movements continued to tease him with a glimpse of her long legs and beautiful tits. Fuck if he didn’t want to drown in her all day. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Seeming to sense his presence, Sabrina looked up, her expression shyly content. “I blow dried my hair.” She smiled, gesturing to the beautiful red mane that spilled out over her shoulders.
“Very good, baby.” He answered, approaching slowly. “You are so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She smiled back.
“Get a hair tie and a brush, tesoro, then return to the chair.” He requested.
Sabrina followed the instructions, as he grabbed a pillow from the closet and took a seat in the overstuffed chair by the window. She had already closed the blinds to any accidental on-lookers. Good girl.
Sabrina approached, hair tie and brush in hand, eyeing the setup with curiosity.
“Sit on the pillow, baby.” Cesare gestured to the pillow he had placed on the floor between his widespread legs. “You’re going to lean back against the chair, facing forward.”
Sabrina did so, settling in with a sigh, and laid her head back on the cushion of the chair. Her hair splayed out across his lap as she looked up at him with trusting eyes, her head between his legs. Cesare did his best to take a mental picture, never wanting to forget the sight.
“Do you trust me to take care of you?” He asked.
Sabrina nodded. “Yes, daddy.” She whispered.
Cesare’s eyes darkened even as his chest expanded and his core settled. “Very good, baby.” He praised softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Hand me the brush, tesoro.”
Sabrina handed him the brush and laid her head back, relaxing into his hands.
Cesare smoothed her hair back, gently running the brush through her long locks.
He watched as Sabrina melted to the sensation, enjoying the view her position gave him; of her beautiful tits rising and falling as she breathed in and out; peeking from the deepening plunge of the neckline that the bathrobe continued to reveal.
Her lips parted slightly, and it made him think of what he had planned for that delicious mouth.
He massaged her scalp the way she had taken to massaging his, and Cesare took great pleasure in the soft moan that escaped Sabrina's lips. “I’m going to buy you a plane ticket. Two-way, open-ended. You can choose the departure date and the return date when you want to come back to Maine.” He intoned.
Sabrina blinked her eyes open, her eyes hazy and unfocused with pleasure. “When do you leave?” She asked, arching into his hands as he massaged her neck.
“Tomorrow.” He answered, reaching back for her hair and slowly beginning a braid. “In the morning.”
Sabrina let out a soft sigh and nodded. “Thank you.”
“I hope you use it.” He encouraged, hoping his vulnerability would speak to her if his words didn’t. “I really would like to see you in Philly. And anything I can do to help you make that happen, I will do.”
Sabrina turned slightly, a small smile on her lips. “How many times have you practiced saying that, Mr. Lombardi?”
He scowled. “Don’t tease me, tesoro. If I were any less controlled, I’d throw you over my shoulder and drag you in front of a priest tonight.”
Sabrina blinked as the true weight of his words settled in. “You want to marry me?” She asked, bewildered.
“Yes.” He nodded curtly, wrapping her hair tie around the end of her braid and giving it an affectionate tug.
“Tonight?” She clarified.
Cesare grunted as he brought a hand up to the top of her neck, and threaded his fingers through the beginning strands of Sabrina's braid. He gently gripped the hair at the base of her skull, effectively forcing her to look up at him from below.
“That would be crazy.” He answered silkily. “We just met last week. But yes, it’s what I eventually want.”
“You’re right, that would be crazy.” She breathed out, licking her lips.
Cesare stared at those luscious lips, and his blood rushed once again to the lower half of his body. Sabrina blinked, turning her head ever so slightly to the right; her face less than an inch from his hardening cock.
“I feel…” She broke off and took a small breath, shifting on the pillow and rubbing her thighs together discretely. Discrete as it was, Cesare noticed. He noticed everything about her.
Sabrina swallowed thickly before pulling back slightly to look at the growing bulge under the towel. She licked her lips again before looking up at him like a little girl who’d been caught stealing a cookie from the damn cookie jar.
“Daddy?” She murmured.
“Yes, baby?” He responded, eyes darkening.
She turned around on the pillow, so that she was now kneeling on it.
Watching for any indication to stop, she reached out to the towel tucked around his waist. Biting her lip, she tugged just slightly, watching with a sense of open curiosity and almost wonder as the towel parted, and his hard thick cock sprang up.
“Teach me how to suck your cock, daddy?” She whispered. “Please.”
“So fucking polite.” He groaned hoarsely.
Her eyes had taken on that innocent schoolgirl look once more, as she nodded soberly.
“I’m not small, baby. It’s going to be a lot at first, but we’ll take our time, okay?”
Sabrina took another breath and exhaled with a silent nod.
“You won’t be able to talk much.” He prepared her. “If you need a break or you want to stop, you’ll grab my ankle and squeeze. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She whispered. Cesare watched as her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips once more.
“Yes, what?” He ground out.
Sabrina swallowed thickly, a flush spreading down her chest as her robe, still wrapped around her beautiful body, separated enough on top that her breasts were bared for his full viewing pleasure. “Yes, daddy.” She answered.
Cesare nodded. “Very good. You’re going to lick it first, tesoro. Like a lollipop. Can you do that?”
Sabrina leaned in, and gave a tentative lick against the side of his throbbing cock. She gave it a delicate sniff before licking the entire length.
Cesare closed his eyes. She sniffed his cock like a feral little kitten.
“Give the tip a long wet kiss, baby, then open your mouth and just focus on relaxing your jaw.” He coached. “I’ll do the rest.”
Sabrina nodded, following the instruction, and like a very good girl, she sucked the tip of him into her mouth, doing her best to fit the width of him inside.
Cesare groaned at the sight. “So good for me, Sabrina. Relax your jaw, just like that.”
He slowly pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her further down. He stopped instantly when a panicked expression seemed to cross her face.
“Breathe, baby. You can still breathe.” He coaxed. She did so and closed her eyes for a moment, centering herself. She reopened them, meeting his gaze as drool came out of the edges of her mouth.
“So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Sabrina.” He praised.
“Tonight we’re just going to focus on taking as much as you can.
” He spoke as his hands threaded into the hair at the base of her skull.
“It’s going to feel like a lot, and sometimes it will be hard to breathe, but I want you to trust me to take care of you. Can you do that for me?”
Mouth stuffed full of cock, she nodded.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your jaw. Relax your throat, just like that, tesoro.” He pressed down further until she gagged slightly on his width, making a high-pitched moan of distress when he pushed even further.
“You can do it, baby.” He reassured. “You just need some help from daddy, don’t you?” Cesare reassured.
She nodded, beginning to breathe heavier as her eyes watered and tears streamed down her face. She visibly fought to swallow around him, gagging around his length.
“So good for me, aren’t you?” He praised, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks as he held her in place.
“I’m going to go deeper, baby. You're going to focus on relaxing your throat so daddy can fill you all the way when he fucks your throat.”