I don’t know at what point I put my palms on his chest, but I find myself getting closer and closer, his hands pulling me in with more and more persistence-until we end up pressed to each other. Until the music slows down, someone nudges me while walking to the bar, and I look into his eyes, feeling the heat of my heartbeat in every last inch of my body.
If he doesn’t kiss me now, I’ll die.
But thankfully, Gio puts his hand on the back of my head, leans in, and I part my lips just in time for him to dive in with a kiss. It’s not our first one, but god, it feels so good. When Gio kisses me, I feel like I’m glowing from the inside-but when he deepens the kiss and slides his hand down to my thigh, the soft glow turns into fire.
Oh, damn. I curl my hands into fists, pulling him closer by his shirt, and even through the music I can hear Gio growl, his hands squeezing my hips to pull me flush against him. Oh. Oh god, is that…? I swallow, feeling the strength of his erection, and something pushes me to rub my hips against him. Gio trembles in response, and I don’t know, but it feels so damn good.
“God, baby,” is all he murmurs in between kisses, and I lean in response, sliding my hand down his torso. With newfound boldness and
curiosity, I wrap my arms around him, pushing my hands down to the small of his back until I reach the sliver of skin just above his waistband.
Gio growls again as the tips of my fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt, and I feel his teeth on my lips, nibbling on them with what feels like a reprimand. Why does it make me want more, though? I moan softly into his lips-and at that moment, someone pushes past me, murmuring something about being gross.
Damn it. I completely forgot that we’re not alone. We’re in the middle of a goddamn club-yet for some reason, the thought doesn’t stop me. On the contrary, I feel a rush of adrenaline, a jolt of electricity at the thought of someone seeing me completely in Gio’s power-and it’s that sensation of sick pleasure that makes me jolt and blink my eyes open.
I guess Gio feels it and catches the same thought because he pulls back with a curse on his lips and a haze in his eyes. His gaze immediately darts to my lips, and I swallow, licking them despite myself and trying to catch my breath. Is that…all?
“I’m taking you home, and we fuck. Hard,” Gio says in one breath, looking into my eyes. And all I can do is nod because my mind immediately turns into a mush.
It also explains why the next half hour passes by in a blur. I clutch Gio’s hand in mine, rushing after him out of the club. The fresh night air
cools down my cheeks, and for a moment I feel like I’m back to my senses but Gio pulls me in for a quick kiss all of a sudden, and I lose my mind again.
I climb on the pillion seat automatically, wrapping my arms around Gio’s torso, and this time it feels even more intimate than usual. I exhale into his neck, and I can feel him quiver under my hands.
“God, I’m gonna ruin you,” Gio murmurs under his breath, and I don’t know whether he wanted me to hear it, but I push myself closer in response and lean on him. He’s already ruined every wall in my heart-but he doesn’t have to know it yet.
I barely register my surroundings as we drive to his home; my eyes are closed, my heart is pounding, and all I can think about is being in his arms again-warm, safe, and wanted. Should I tell him that I’m a virgin? I bite my lip and take a deep breath. God, it’s finally going to happen.
I don’t know how much time passes before we reach a quieter neighborhood and Gio parks his motorcycle at the side of the street. I have half a mind to ask him if it’s safe, but he takes my hand to guide me inside, and I decide to leave all questions for later. All that matters is this moment, right now, and the frantic rhythm of my being.
Gio doesn’t let go of my hand all the way to his apartment, and I can feel a sense of urgency in his pace. He tries to keep himself from rushing, but it doesn’t really work. Does he want me as much as I want him? I swallow and bite my lip, squeezing his hand in mine. Gio glances at me in response, and when our eyes meet I see the hunger in his gaze-before he turns away to open the door of his apartment.
It’s dark and quiet inside, but instead of kissing me right then and there, Gio pulls me after him until we end up in his bedroom. I barely have enough time to catch sight of a big bed with dark sheets behind him before Gio closes the door with a thud and yanks me into his embrace. I almost lose my balance from the sharp movement, but he catches me and pushes me back against the door.
“Where did we stop?” he whispers into my lips, and I tremble from the inside, feeling the smothering embers of arousal lighting up with new force.
“You promised to fuck me,” I whisper back, raising my hands to clutch the back of his shirt and look into his eyes. “Hard.”
Everything inside of me is tight and yearning, and when Gio growls a curse and lunges forward to press me into the door with a kiss, I melt under him in an instant. My hands slide down his back, crawling to the heat of his skin. As if hearing my desire, Gio presses even closer, allowing me to feel him all over.
Oh god.
I dig my nails into his sides in a silent plea to get him under my skin, and Gio hisses before biting my lip harder, making me writhe and
whimper against the door. Why does this feel so good? I’ve read about it, I’ve touched myself plenty of times, I’ve kissed guys before-but this is something new and exhilarating. This is what they mean when they talk about pleasure.
While my mind drowns in the surge of new sensations, Gio pulls back from my lips only to continue the kiss downward, leaving a hot trail on my neck. His hands slide down to my thighs, and I don’t need a lot of coaxing to push them apart for him. To go still and trembling in anticipation until he finally slides his hand into my panties.
“You’re so ready for me, huh?” Gio murmurs with a smirk, looking up at me, but I can barely hear it over my own heart pounding in my ears.
Oh, it’s good, it’s so good-and I can’t hide my reaction. Not when my whole body quivers and opens up to him in response.
Gio hums with satisfaction and, all of a sudden, gets on his knees, pushing down my jeans with my panties. “You’re sensitive, baby. I like it.”
And before I can do anything except stare at him with wide eyes and heavy breaths, Gio leans forward and buries himself between my thighs.
His lips find my skin, his tongue flicks over the hottest spot of my body, and I moan out loud and lean back against the door, closing my eyes and clawing the frame.
“Oh god, oh, oh god, Gio, please,” I murmur under my breath, shaking my head in a frantic attempt to get away from the pleasure and get more of it. My thighs are quivering, my skin is on fire, and I don’t know how much pleasure I can handle.
I want him deeper-but at the same time, I feel nervous about it. Will it be painful? Will it be good? The pleasure his tongue gives me is overwhelming, so maybe I should let myself drown in it. But I tighten my fists with another wave of heat running through my body and moan again.
“Ah, I want you, I-I want to do it, please.”
And I don’t know what it is about my voice or my reaction that makes Gio pull back. I breathe out, feeling relief from the tight grip of pleasure, while he gets up and holds my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Damn. Why does he look so serious?
“Have you done this before?” Gio asks, holding my gaze, and I immediately look away, feeling embarrassed. How did he figure it out?
“Well, I-there was a guy who touched-”
“Have you done this before?” Gio repeats in a lower voice, and I can’t go against it.
“No.” I bite my lip and look into his eyes. “Is that bad?” Shit. He’s not gonna leave me now, is he?
“What?” He frowns and shakes his head, moving his hand to stroke
my cheek. “No, of course not. It only means that-”
And all of a sudden, he wraps his arms around me and picks me up, making me squeal in surprise.
“-I have to treat you right, baby.”
My legs are tangled in my jeans, my body is all weak and trembling, and I feel light-headed for a moment-but I forget about everything else
when Gio drops me on his bed and lowers himself over me. I look into his eyes, feeling out of breath for more reasons than one, and Gio smiles with a predatory glint in his eyes.
“It’ll be good, I promise.”
I lick my lips and nod a few times. It’ll be good. God, it’ll be so good.
As if to reassure me, Gio leans in to press a kiss to my lips while his hands get rid of my clothes one by one until I lie under him, bare and vulnerable. The nervousness and excitement of what’s about to happen hit me simultaneously, and as soon as he takes off his clothes, I clutch Gio’s shoulders and hold him close. I need his warmth more than ever now-and it feels as if he understands me.
“You want it, baby, don’t you?” he shushes into my ear while his hands slide to my thighs, rubbing me before pushing them apart. “You want me inside of you.”
I bite my lip and nod, digging my nails into his shoulders. God, I do, I want him so badly.
“Do you want me to hold you down and use your slutty body until the last drop?”
Oh god. I nod despite myself, lifting my knees to squeeze his sides when I feel him push against me. That’s it, god, yes, it’s happening-Ah!
“Yeah, you’re a good girl,” Gio keeps murmuring, but his voice lowers into a growling whisper as he pushes deeper. “So tight, fuck, so good, oh, baby, yes…”
I shut my eyes tight and focus on his voice, focus on the pleasure of him filling me. He goes deeper and deeper, opening my body, opening me from the inside. I bite my lip, feeling him push so far his thighs are flush
against mine, and listen to my sensations. It does hurt, but not as much as I expected, and I breathe out in relief, slumping back onto the sheets.
I don’t realize there’s a smile on my lips until Gio chuckles. “I guess you’re ready for more.”
Huh?
But before I come back to my senses, he grabs my wrists, pushes them above my head, and slightly pulls out before going back in. The movement pushes a moan out of me, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and I arch against the bed, squeezing him with my knees. God, if it hurts, how can it feel so good?
“Okay?”
I nod and blow a strand of hair off my face, looking at Gio through heavy eyelids. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
And then he thrusts again, sending the same jolt of pain and pleasure through my body, again and again, until I get lost in sensations. Until the pleasure of it takes over everything else. I lick my lips, sighing and moaning into the darkness of the night while Gio kisses the corner of my lips and takes away every last remnant of innocence I had.
And to think that I called some heavy petting the peak of pleasure?
I chuckle with a sudden rush of euphoria until another deep thrust pushes it out of me with a moan. Oh god, I’ll never get enough of this. My body feels hot and restless, writhing in the throes of pleasure, and only Gio’s hands on my wrists and his weight on my body keep me grounded. Keep me sane.
“Gio, ah, Gio, please!”
I don’t know what I’m pleading for, but when he pushes my knee up and thrusts in from another angle, my whole body jerks and I feel like I need something. I need depth. I need friction. I need relief from all this pent-up energy inside of me-and I feel like it won’t take me long to get there.
I can barely feel anything except for the rhythmic push and pull of our bodies and the waves of pleasure that wash over me with every thrust. They leave me with nothing, taking away every thought and memory, pulling me down into the whirlpool of sensations. I feel like I’m drowning there, my heart beating faster, my lungs gasping for breath, invisible
sparkles dancing under my closed eyelids. “I’m-ah, Gio, I’m-”
“Yes, baby, yes, good,” he murmurs, holding my arm with one hand,
rubbing me with the other, keeping his pace fast and deep-until its rhythm spreads through my whole body and pushes me over the edge.
A strong shudder runs under my skin, a trembling moan tears my throat, and for a moment I feel like my whole life starts anew when I take a gasping breath.