The mattress shifts as she lays back against her pillow. There’s silence for a few seconds. How long can she go without talking, I wonder? The mattress moves again as she turns over and tugs on the cover, yanking it toward her. I grab it at my end and hold on. She tries to pull the duvet in her direction, fails, lets out a breath. I yank on the sheets and they slide my way.
She yelps, "Hey, you’re hogging the covers."
"I’m a big man."
"I’m cold."
"Come closer and I’ll warm you."
She makes a noise deep in her throat. I can’t stop the chuckle that wells up. I swallow it down, wait… wait… She slides closer under the sheets and toward me. The scent of her body envelops me. I draw it deep within my lungs. My groin hardens, and a warm sensation coils in my chest. It sinks into my blood, envelops me, and arrows straight to my balls. My cock elongates further. I glance down to find the sheet tented.Gesü Cristo, how the fuck am I supposed to sleep while sporting a hard-on? My fingers itch and my palm tingles.Surely, you're not thinking of that. You can't get yourself off; not with her sleeping next to you.
She makes a soft, breathy sound, and fuck me, my entire body tenses. My shoulder muscles are wound so tightly, they hurt. Just a touch; it won't do any harm. It’ll help me sleep. And I need to sleep so I’m alert tomorrow and can take us both back to Palermo.
I reach for the towel I discarded on my nightstand and slide it under the cover and over my fully erect cock. I slide my fingers down my chest until I encounter the object of my discomfort. Finally, fuck. I wrap my fingers around my cock and begin to massage myself.
Next to me, she wriggles around, trying to make herself more comfortable. I freeze again.This is crazy. Am I really going to jerk myself off to thoughts of the woman who's sleeping next to me?If I were looking in on this scene, I'd call myself a loser. Which I am not. I’m merely taking matters into my own hand, literally. I smirk. I promised her I'd let things take their natural course, so I can't exactly cover her body with mine and slide into that hot, wet, juicy pussy of hers—fuck me, why am I thinking of her pussy? Her swollen cunt. The moisture that would lace her inner walls as I thrust into her with long, hard strokes that would draw cries of pleasure, whimpers of appreciation, and screams of surprise as I fucked her toward her climax.
I begin to tug on my cock in earnest, trying to stay quiet. Flicks of my wrist as I squeeze, tug, pull and fuck my own hand.
Next to me, I hear her breath catch. But she doesn’t move. She's so still, I’m sure she's asleep. She must be, right? I increase the pace of my movements. Up, down, up. The blood drains to my groin, and a shudder radiates out from where I'm fucking myself in earnest. My thighs harden and my balls tighten. I speed up even more, still under the covers, under the towel. A growl rises up my throat; I swallow it. My muscles coil; every part of my body hurts, and my cells feel like they’re going to self-combust at any moment.
I picture her big golden eyes staring up at me, pupils dilated, lips parted. Her gorgeous breasts heave, those ripe nipples large and pink. I bend down, wrap my lips around one of them and tug. She groans, digs her fingernails into my shoulders with such force I feel the pain all the way down to the tip of my cock. I gaze into her eyes deeply as my shaft distends, bite down on my lower lip as I come. I keep coming and coming. I come so hard, I see stars. I swear, I almost black out.Che cazzo!That was the most spectacular orgasm of my life, and I'm not even inside her yet. I am so fucking screwed.
I hear a noise. Was that a moan? I manage to crack open my eyelids and peer sideways at her, but her back is to me and she's still. Was it my imagination? Probably.
Keeping an eye on her profile, I wipe myself with the towel, before pulling it out from under the sheet and throwing it to the floor. Even before I sink back into the pillow, I’m asleep.
When I snap my eyes open, it’s dark. I turn on my back, reach for her side of the bed to find it’s empty."Cazzo!"I jump out of bed, pull on my pants and my boots, then race out of the room and down the flight of steps. I’d been so sure she wouldn’t leave. How could I have trusted her so implicitly? Was I so taken in by her innocence, and my attraction to her, I was sure she wouldn’t run when she got the first chance? And what if they find her before me? What if the men who kidnapped her track her down again? What if they hurt her? I’ll never forgive myself. This is the last time I’ll be taken in by a gorgeous face and a beautiful smile. This is the last time I decide to be patient. I should have fucked her into a coma and then tied her to my side. That way, she’d never have been able to leave me. I burst into the pub downstairs and come to a stop.
"What are you doing?"
14
Jeanne
"What does it look like?"
I bring the glass of wine to my lips and sip from it. The bartender opposite me jerks his head around to watch Luca’s approach. His features grow wary.
Luca comes to a halt next to me. Anger vibrates off of him. I shoot him a sideways glance, then wish I hadn’t. The man’s not wearing a shirt, revealing the expanse of that sculpted six-, no, eight pack of his.
Once more, I take in the tattoo that covers one arm from wrist to elbow. Then, because I can’t help myself, I reach over and touch the raised skin. The muscles under his skin undulate. A hot melting sensation coils in my belly. It’s like touching a dangerous predator. And oh, god, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. Almost as erotic as hearing the sounds of the alphahole jerking off next to me, no doubt, thinking of me.
I know he was thinking of me, for he groaned my name as he came. I could feel him come and come, his muscles coiled with so much tension, I could feel the release all the way down to my core. And the heat from his body... OMG, it was like someone opened the door to a sauna and I received a full blast. I squeezed my thighs together, locked my fingers under the sheet, and pushed my heel into my pussy. Not that it helped.
A bead of sweat slid down my throat, and for all that, I hadn't even physically exerted myself. I sensed the bed move, heard the whisper of fabric, and realized he'd thrown the towel onto the floor. The towel he'd jerked off to while thinking of me. While imagining my body. While visualizing what he would do to me. Dirty, filthy, racy thoughts, no doubt.
Moisture coated my core and slid down between my thighs. But I didn't move. I stayed that way, clenching that ball of arousal that had grown bigger and tauter and tighter in my lower belly. When I was finally sure he was asleep, I crept out of bed. I’m not ashamed to say I rubbed one out in the bathroom. It helped, but not by much.
Still dissatisfied, and with a gnawing emptiness crawling between my legs, I dressed, all the while, refusing to take in the massive figure sprawled under the covers. If I did, I'd probably jump him and beg him to fuck me, and no way was I going to lower myself to that level. I crept down to the bar, and found a sole bartender shutting things down. Luckily, he was happy enough to serve me. Thank god. At least the alcohol helped dim the sharpness of my need... Somewhat.
He jerks his chin at the bartender, who retreats to the other side of the bar and out of earshot.
"Did it hurt?" I point at the ink.
He raises a shoulder.
"Why get the tattoos?"