Aweek had passed since I let Marco pin me to the pool table, something both Tony and Santos had glared and bitched about, albeit for two very different reasons. I didn’t give a crap if they had a problem with it. I thought they just liked to have something not-so-serious to grouch about as they’d been cooped up in the house for weeks under house arrest, their status essentially revoked by Vinnie until shit cooled off.
My forays out into the city hadn’t stopped, much to the displeasure of all of them, but slowly, I was helping to chip away at their enemies, and when I was home, I was doing my damndest to enjoy myself and cram in every bit of living that I could. A sense that my time would run out any day dogged me and spurred me on in my quest to reconnect with the guys, to make new, lasting memories.
The looks I’d gotten from the men guarding my every move, from a distance, of course, since I was the carrot being dangled about, had been scandalized. I still smiled at the picture they’d made when I told them where I needed to go. For a group of hardened criminals, they seemed to have distinct morals regarding how the women in the upper circles should comport themselves...too bad for them, I was a reformed hooker. I knew my way around just about anything made to fill an orifice or tease an erogenous zone, be it male or female. The shop had had everything I’d needed to implement one of my plans, and it happened to be the one I was currently in the middle of carrying out.
"Fuck, Edie!" Vanni's shout echoed in his bedroom as I buried my tongue in his ass. A muffled "Motherfucker" came through the door from Santos followed by Tony's laugh. It was closely echoed by my own, which inadvertently drew a moan from Vanni.
"Get it, little brother!” Tony shouted before reminding me of my schedule. “Eden, you have to drive Santos this afternoon. Don't forget."
I didn't bother to answer him, and the pair presumably moved along, or at least I hoped they did. I felt slightly bad for Santos as he had chosen to walk by Vanni's room at a very inopportune time, but I was too busy rocking my mobster’s world with a first-class rim job to dwell on it right now. My sensual torture had started almost an hour ago, edging Vanni with a blowie before I moved on to sucking his balls until he was a whining, pleading mess. Now I had progressed to my original target after getting him too worked up to care what I was doing.
“Eden, please, let me fucking cum!” His begging had zero effect on me, and in response to his plea, I pulled back and blew a stream of air on his puckered hole, making it tighten further. “Just get up here and let me return the favor then! You’re killing me,” he complained after arching up with another groan when I went back to tonguing his hole.
My ministrations continued until he let go of the headboard he’d promised to hang onto and pushed with his thighs to get me to let his legs down from my shoulders. His attempt at a glare was ruined by the light in his brown eyes and his sweat-dampened hair framing his flushed face. He looked too cute to take seriously—and seriously turned on too.
“You ruining my fun, Vanni?” I asked, unable to help but tease him. “Or are you ready for more?”
“Woman, I’m not sure how much more I can take before my balls fall off.”
“How about I let you put your big dick in me, but I get to try something too?” This was what I’d been waiting for. The challenge was enough to get him to agree. Well, that and the promise of getting off.
“Fuck yes, finally,” he crowed before falling back onto his pillows. “Hop on and ride, Edie. Put me out of my damn misery.” He reached for his drawer, pulling a condom out in preparation.
“Sure, but just a second on the rubber. I need you to do something first.” He groaned at the hold-up but set it aside and waited patiently, or pretended to anyway.
I turned around and shook my hair back as I slid my feet under his legs, my head turned to watch him, until I was in a version of the reverse cowgirl. Vanni’s brow was quirked in question, but I just reached for the corner of the blanket I had hidden my supplies under and pulled a couple out. Both brows rose when he saw what was on his chest.
“And what am I supposed to do with these?” he asked, wariness plain in his tone as he stared at the silicone dildo and lube like it was a snake waiting to strike.
“You’re going to get me ready to take your oversized dick in my ass, and you can choose if you want to come in there or use the rubber,” I informed him.
“Uh huh, and what’s the catch?” he asked, full of suspicion.
“I’m going to copy you...without the putting-a-giant-dick-in-your-ass part at the end. Sound fair?” His eyes widened when I held up a slightly curved, slimmer dildo. He wouldn’t find out exactly what this one did unless he went along with my plan.
“Eden, I’m not sure—” I felt his dick start to soften against my rear end and worried I’d pushed too far.
I’d sort of figured that would happen if he wasn’t on board, but I kept my disappointment to myself while setting aside the toy. “It’s okay, Vanni. I don’t have to, but I do still want you to. I only have a few good memories with ass play, and they were kinda ruined by everything that happened. I’d like you to give me some good ones if you don’t mind.” I was putting myself out there, but so had he.
“You let Santos play with your ass?” he asked, shock written all over his face.
My eyes narrowed on him. “Is that a problem? We were experimenting, and I liked it, thank you very much.”
“No, it’s hot, just didn’t expect that. You were a good girl, Edie.” At my scowl, he tacked on, “Still are, just a bit more jaded.”
“Soo...we doing this? Or you can put the condom on and we can just have sex, if you even still want to.” How the fuck can it always be so damn awkward between us?
“Have you seen my dick? Fuck yes, I want it in your ass. I nearly have to pay to get—I did not mean to say that,” he ended on a wince. I had to laugh, glad I wasn’t the only awkward one. “And you can use a finger. Maybe two. We’ll see after that.” He broke eye contact as he said it, and from the hard swallow, I knew he was nervous.
“You can start first and think about it a bit longer; I can occupy myself,” I informed him with a mischievous grin. Lifting up onto my knees, I reached between my legs to grip his dick and pulled it toward me, trapping it between my slick pussy and hand. Teasing him had gotten me going as well, so I wouldn’t need the lube just yet.
“How am I supposed to concentrate with you moving like that?” he asked, voice strained as I glided back and forth, using his thick length to rub one out.
“I’m sure you can handle it, Vanni,” I retorted, a bit breathless as I kept my movements slow and steady despite wanting to speed up—the glide of his dick against my clit and rings had my empty pussy begging to filled, but I wouldn’t do it just yet.
He took me at my word, and a moment later, the snap of the lid could be heard before a cool wetness tentatively touched me between my cheeks. I stopped and reached back to spread myself open, encouraging him to press his finger against my tightly furled entrance. After a few sweeping motions that coated my hole in lube, Vanni found some of the confidence he’d exhibited the night he and Marco had all but destroyed my pussy. The press of his fingertip breached my ass then sank in as far as it could. Figuring he had it from there, I moved my hand in front of me to support me on the bed as I leaned over to give him more access. It had the perk of giving me more leverage to move against him, and soon enough, Vanni had my ass stretched around several digits. I was getting close, and he started meeting me with small thrusts, holding his arm still so I could fuck myself on his hand while I rubbed my pussy up and down his cock.
Sensing he was getting close himself, I sat up enough to shift my weight back on my knees before taking the precaution of using extra lube. Even though I probably didn’t need it just yet, I wanted to make matters as effortless as possible. Gripping the base of his dick to keep him from coming prematurely, I carefully probed between his asscheeks with a finger, filling him to the second knuckle while using my thumb to press against his taint. He didn’t shy away, thankfully, but his shout of frustration was accompanied by an impatient thrust that forced him to take it deeper. The shout abruptly ended in a whimper, but I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.