When it’s released, she lets me pull it down, revealing her incredible breasts in full view. I look down at them, stunned by how astounding they actually are. This must make her nervous because she places a hand on my jaw, lightly tracing my chin with her thumb. I look up into her nervous gaze with a grin.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, and the inner corners of her brows turn up at words she’s ever been told in this context. Vulnerable, fragile, and completely mine at this moment. I want to take care of her and keep her feeling safe and satisfied. As softly as I can, I kiss them both, trailing down her back with my hands as I do so. She lets out a quiet moan as I begin to suck lightly, licking her nipples with the tip of my tongue.
She throws her head back and grips my shoulders as I continue. I feel my heart rate picking up, my cock so hard that I think I might rip this pair of slacks if I don’t take them off soon. It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, though. Because this moment is all that matters, Scout Summers is all that matters.
15
SCOUT
Icannot believe that being this exposed could be so freeing. Tito touching me, admiring my body when he has the most incredible one I’ve ever seen, is indescribable. My entire body is ready for him, opening up to him with every touch. He pulls me down with him as he turns on his side, holding me carefully.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this, getting caught up in a fantasy. Tangling myself up with Tito seems like the opposite thing I should be doing. Especially when just moments ago, I was on the phone with Agent Riggs, getting chewed out for not delivering when I was supposed to.
“You know what this means?” He threatened as the wind whipped around me on my walk away from the house.
“Do not cause any harm to anyone.” I grit.
“It’s on you if I do, Ms. Summers. You know the consequences. We have to get what we need one way or another; their getting hurt is merely collateral.”
“For someone so concerned about the safety of others, you’re rather flippant with people's lives.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I? Should I remind you that you just threatened me, and anyone else that dares oppose you, like some villain?”
“Ms. Summers, as much as I would like to give you my many reasons as to why this is crucial, the only one that actually matters is your name on that dotted line. You made a deal with us, and you stick to it, or I can’t be held responsible for the lives that may be harmed to retrieve the things we need.”
I hated when he said that. Wanted to punch him through the phone. I bet Tito could invent something like that. Regardless, the mere thought of anyone getting hurt because of my inability to follow through was enough to shut me up.
My brain went to Tito’s heated conversation with Vince tonight. The way Vince seemed immovable about the matter, as if brushing something under the rug that mattered to Tito. Then there was the casual way he mentioned, who I assume to be one of their own, shooting someone to get on the Bratva’s (whatever that is) good side. His whole world is far more complicated than I could have guessed when I concluded he was in the mafia. To be honest, I didn't even know the mafia still existed, let alone the intricacies that most definitely exist if a conversation like the one I heard tonight could sound so foreign.
I don’t know if I’m doing right by any moral code, but I would venture to say having sex with the man you are secretly working to take down would probably not be on a list of good ethics. But I can’t stray from this moment for too long. My thoughts can’t keep me from him, no matter how hard they try.
We’re magnetic, forces of gravity. We’re unstoppable. Every kiss is more intoxicating than the one before, and I’m not sober anymore. Not when I’m breathing the same air as him.
Tito pulls down my skirt as I fiddle with his slacks. I’ll admit it’s rather difficult for a couple of reasons; for one, Tito is kissing my neck, sucking on it intently, and two, he’s immeasurably hard, and I can barely unzip the slacks. I think I hear a tear, and he lets out a laugh into my chest.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I catch my breath, looking down at him as he raises his face to mine.
“It’s okay.” He shakes his head, reaching for the side of my face as he smiles into a kiss. I love his lips because they fit perfectly on mine. It’s like they were meant to fit, and everything aligns when our lips do.
I try again as I sink into his kiss, pressing my chest against his as I help him pull off his slacks. He gets them all the way down along with his briefs, and I feel his hard length pulsating just under me. It was one thing to see him, another to feel him so close, so huge, and I hesitate for just a second.
“Are you okay?” He asks, studying my eyes, prepared to stop all of this if I tell him I’m not.
“Yes.” I nod and kiss him again. He lightly sucks on my bottom lip before kissing down my chin, then trailing my chest, causing chills to rise like footprints in the sand. I let out a breath as he lightly brushes over my nipples, licking them gently before sucking. I can’t hold in my moans of pleasure as he does this, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as he continues.
Just when I think I am beyond what I can take in this realm of pleasure, he cups his hands over my breasts and continues trailing down my stomach. He stops at the waistband of my thong and looks up, fingers resting just at the hem.
“Is this okay?” I raise my knees to the ceiling, planting my feet firmly on the mattress as I nod. He softly grins as he pulls my thong to my knees, then down to my ankles, gently pulling it off and carefully tossing it to the floor.
He moans as he moves between my thighs, brushing his tongue over my folds. “I wanted more the other day,” he murmurs. “Now, I can lick you for as long as I want.”
I cry out at the first stroke of his tongue, the way he slides it over my clit, the wet heat of it so incredible that I think I might come faster than ever before. He sucks on my clit for a moment, fluttering his tongue, and I have to shove my knuckles against my mouth not to scream so loudly the whole house can hear.
He slides a finger into me then, and a second, and I arch my back, thrusting onto his stroking hand as his lips tighten around my clit. It feels so fucking good, better than the toy, better than anything, and I know I’m going to come soon. I can’t control it, can’t stop my hips from pressing into his lips, forcing his finger deeper inside me until it touches the core of me. Everything goes blurry for a moment until I can calm down and feel the relaxation of my frame as the satisfaction rolls in like the first low tide after a heavy storm.
“That’s it.” He breathes, kissing my thighs gently as he pulls out of my still-contracting pussy. I take the time to catch my breath as he raises to my lips. He kisses me gently, and after I taste myself on him, he pulls away.