I hummed around the crown of his dick where it pressed at the back of my throat before reaching up to grip his asscheeks with both hands, but I stopped everything when he clenched them, flinching away. Letting his member slide out of mouth, I narrowed my eyes on his. Eyes that weren't quite so lust-filled now.
"Take what you need, Vanni, and tell me if I'm overstepping." I didn't know how else to tell him to take his power back without plainly voicing that he'd been victimized, and that wasn't conducive to current events at all. "I'm not going to break if you're rough, but I'm certain that you already know that."
Scowling down at me, cock losing some of its rigidity, he shot back, "Is that what you did? Took what you needed and fuck everybody else?"
I tipped my head from side to side, considering his question. "Eh, yes and no. I didn't really have a choice but to own it; it's what I had to do to survive in my situation. Also, I found chemical support fixed just about anything I was feeling and let me coast through everything in a blissed-out numbness." Quietly, I ventured to add another fact onto that. "I still miss it sometimes. Not having to feel it all."
His expression went from curious to stricken in an instant, and he completely lost his erection. This was so not how I'd planned this going.
"Are you using again? You need drugs to deal with us or your feelings for us? I thought you wanted to be here!" His questions tumbled out rapid-fire, and I groaned at his misunderstanding.
"Jesus, Vanni, no, on all accounts except that last one. I just meant that being a fucked up addict sometimes meant I didn't have to face or deal with any of it. If you hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly the poster child for being well-adjusted."
His sigh of relief was echoed by mine, but my leggings weren't up to insulating me from the cold, hard floor, and I was ready to throw in the towel.
"So you do want to be here with all of us and this isn't a pity dick sucking," he stated as if he needed to get it straight in his own head, but I nodded along anyway just to keep things clear. "Well, I cocked this one up then, didn't I?" Rueful laughter tumbled out of me; I couldn't dispute his assertion. Then he let his own tidbit out of the bag, not that I'd been unaware. "I didn't want you to think you couldn't stop if you wanted to, but I really wanted to wrap my hands in your hair and fuck your mouth like no tomorrow."
Even his dick stirred with that statement, and I eyed it, wondering if we were actually going to get back on track. Vanni rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, not at all fazed to be having a heart to heart in the kitchen with his junk hanging out. Sometimes I really envied the brass balls they all sported.
"About the ass grabbing. I know you wouldn't do anything. It was just a reflex…" He trailed off, looking anywhere but at me.
"Vanni, you don't have to be embarrassed or explain why you didn't want me touching you. It's okay."
"But I do. Want you to touch me. I was startled and not expecting it. Can we try again? Unless you'd rather not. I imagine you're getting uncomfortable down there, and I'm starting to feel awkward as fuck, and that's really not my thing."
I had to laugh again but regretted it when his hopeful expression fell. "One day, in the privacy of one of the many bedrooms in this house and not in the middle of the kitchen, I'm going to show you something that will knock your socks off. But only if you agree and really trust me. And yes, get your dick hard. This time, do it right."
"I want to fuck you," he declared suddenly, pulling back to wait for my answer.
"Unless you're hiding a condom in those pockets, you're bumming on sex. Besides, I wanted to do this for you. Worry about me later."
"I don't have anything, condom or disease. I was tested. And had to take a bunch of shit just in case. Unless you're not sure you're clean." Oh, he was pissed. I nearly told him to let go of my hair, but I didn't think he noticed he was pulling it. That, and hair pulling didn't bother me. I kinda liked it in the right scenario.
"I'm not on birth control, Giovanni, and I'm not planning on kids anytime soon, nor have I touched anyone besides the four of you since you and Tony picked me up," I snapped back. "Now get to it or I'm getting up."
"I didn't mean... Goddammit, I'm fucking it all up. I'll make it up to you, yeah?"
Seconds later, his erection was filling back out, and he had my hair fisted in one hand while he fed me his dick with the other. His thrusts weren't as rough as the first time, months ago, but as he fully hardened, I did indeed choke on him a few times.
But I couldn't deny that I was loving it; my pussy got wetter by the second. I was seconds away from daring to take one hand away from his thighs where I’d braced myself to rub one out when the tell-tale pulsing throbbed against my tongue. Vanni pressed as deeply as he could go, negating the need for me to really even swallow by coming directly down my throat. I did need to breathe though, so I pulled back before he was quite finished, sputtering the last bit of his cum back out. All over his legs.
Well, shit, didn't mean to do that. But Vanni didn't seem to care. He’d barely pulled his pants up on his hips before he grabbed me and moved to the island. He had me laid out and sans bottoms in five seconds flat, knees hooked over his arms, and then he froze.
"Is that…?"
I decided to own up to it. The man would know soon enough at this rate.
"Yeah, I got them on a whim when I found out there was a chick's version of what Santos has. Also kinda hurt like a bitch while it healed…"
He wasn't looking at me, but he wasn't looking at my crotch either. He was staring directly at the days old tattoo that was exposed where my shirt had ridden up.
"Huh?" Then his gaze tracked down a bit, and his features went from soft and affectionate to heated and demanding as he reached out to trace a finger over the hoop. "Damn, Edie, you're full of all sorts of surprises. Gonna have to give these a ten out of ten. And the ink is off the charts." His attention flicked back and forth between the tattoo and piercings before he finally glanced back up at my face. "Don't tell Tony yet. I want to see his face when I tell him I'm first." It took a second, but then I realized he meant the G in GAMES.
"You guys are such adolescents sometimes," I groaned in exasperation, then again for different reasons when he dipped his head to tongue my clit.
"Competitive, there's a difference. Besides, you literally have "The GAMES we play" on your stomach. You have no room to talk, woman." He paused, glancing a bit farther down. "Uh, these are good to go, right? I don't want to hurt you."
"They're fine as long as you don't yank on 'em. I haven’t...played with them much yet. And if you quit now, I'm finishing myself off," I threatened.