And the way she swiveled her hips made my balls pull up.
“Giana. Holy fuck, the hell--? I--don’t stop.”
“Mmm, look who’s speechless now.”
She let out a soft giggle and I gripped her hair. I rolled my hips against hers as I pulled her face to meet mine. I crashed our lips together, flexing my legs and driving into her. Meeting her, thrust for thrust. And as our bodies collided, my car rocked on its tires as chased our pleasure.
My tongue filled her mouth. She shivered as it raked across the roof of it. Her pussy milked me for all it had as my fingertips fell between her pussy folds. I found that swollen nub and began circling it, feeling her quiver with anticipation. Her pussy sucked me down, pulling me deeper into her warmth as her juices coated my shaft.
My balls.
My thighs.
I wanted her to cover me in her scent.
Her moans grew wanton. Her need grew desperate. And as she bucked harder against my fingertips, her pussy blossomed for me. Her walls caved around me. Her body collapsed against mine. My hand moved, wrapping around her waist as I shifted her on top of me. I felt my tightly wound curls stroking against her engorged clit. She moaned into the crook of my neck, kissing me and nibbling against my skin.
It was a fucking free-for-all, and her body had finally given way.
“That’s it, Giana. Come for me. Squeeze that cock. Pull me over with you.”
“Oh, Eli. You feel perfect.”
My eyes closed at the words. Because I knew how she felt. She felt the exact same way to me, and I wanted her to cry out my name. I gripped her ass cheeks, moving her body up and down my cock. I fucked myself with her as she collapsed against me, sinking further and further against my chest. Electricity filled my gut. Fire coursed through my veins. I felt that coil tightening as her pussy fluttered around me. I felt her body pulling me deeper. Milking me as my balls pulled deeply into my body.
And as I pressed into the leather seats of my car, I finally heard it.
“Eli, fuck!”
I slammed into her one last time as her hands dug into my arms. She vibrated against me, a sweating, whimpering mess. I growled into the crook of her neck. I kissed away the dew droplets that gathered against her skin. My dick grew against her walls before exploding within her, peppering her walls with hot, thick threads of arousal.
And as I gasped for air, her lips found my ear.
“You’re amazing.”
My eyes fluttered closed at her words. As I laid there, pouring myself within her, I turned my lips and kissed the temple of her head. I wrapped my arms around her and cloaked her back, pulling her closer than I’d ever had a woman before. And as my cock finished its enjoyment, I settled back.
Bringing her along with me.
Our intermingled juices dripped down my shaft, still sheathed within her body. I kissed her neck softly, enjoying the moment as I gazed out the sunroof. I smiled to myself. I kept kissing her every chance I got. And when I could finally move other parts of my body, I started stroking my fingers through her hair.
“You know that makes my hair frizzy, right?” Giana murmured.
I snickered. “I guess there are worse things.”
She tucked her head against my shoulder, laying there as if we were in here bed. And I found myself wanting to be in her bed. Then, I’d have another excuse to wake up with her in my arms in the morning. The stars twinkled above, cheering us on as her legs straddled my lap. I felt my cock dwindling. Naturally sliding out from between her legs, even though I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay there forever. I wanted to stay with her, in this moment, forever.
Which made me wonder if she felt the same.
Since it had been so easy for her to lie to me before.
14
Giana
Eli: Good evening, beautiful. I just wanted to tell you to have a good night at work tonight. I’ll be asleep soon. But, feel free to message nonetheless. And if you need me, call. I’ll wake up at the sound of my ringtone.
I smiled as I read his text message, over and over again. Things had been very different this second time around. In the four days since our last encounter, I’d heard from him every morning before he started work, and every evening before I started work. We didn’t have much time to spend talking on the phone with one another, but I was fine with that. Phone-talking had never been my strong suit. Knowing he thought about me enough to text me like that made my heart soar with delight. And made me feel stupid about how I’d reacted the first time around. When he wasn’t messaging at all.
Still, this job offer weighed heavily on me.
I felt guilty that I’d lied to Eli about it. But, I felt even more guilty that I hadn’t given Nurse Cabot a response. She kept eyeing me down during my shift, and I knew it was because I hadn’t given her a solid answer on anything. I mean, I let her put in the application. I let her submit a letter of recommendation for me on her behalf. But, she knew something was off.
Especially since I hadn’t poked my head into her office to ask her about things.
I mean, it was only a job offer. Right? If they offered me the job, I didn’t have to take it. Nurse Cabot was putting in a lot of work for me, pulling all of this together. The least I could do was thank her.
“Nurse Cabot?” I asked.
She paused in the hallway. “Yes?”
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
“For…?”
“You know, for everything you’re doing with this job application and all. I know it’s put a lot of work on your shoulders. But, I really appreciate it.”
“May I be candid?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
“For someone who shows such initiative, you don’t seem like you want the job.”
“It isn’t that I don’t want the job. It’s just coming at a much earlier time than I figured it would. That’s all.”
“Throwing off some plans?” she asked, grinning.
I snickered. “More or less. Don’t worry, it’s nothing I can’t handle. Nothing I can’t work around. I just didn’t want you to think I wasn’t grateful for the opportunity. Or the vote of support. Because I am, more than you know.”
She nodded. “It’s okay. I completely understand. I ended up taking this job two years before I figured it would be open for me to apply for, and it threw off a lot of things in my life there for a while.”
“How did you cope with all of it?”
She shrugged. “I just did. I had a support system. I shifted around some finances. I had to tell some people to go kick rocks if they didn’t like it. Because in the end, it was my life to live and my choice to make.”
“Can I ask a… hypothetical question?”
“Shoot.”
“What would you have done if there had been a man involved?”
She grinned knowingly. “Hypothetically speaking? There was. My now-husband, at the time. And the only thing I can tell you is this: he wasn’t happy with the move, but he was happy that I was happy. He knew this was the career move I wanted, so we made it work. Because being with me was more important to him than staying put in the city we both grew up in.”
“I feel like there’s a story there.”
“Come by my office later if you want me to tell it to you. You know, hypothetically speaking.”
I snickered and shook my head, watching as Nurse Cabot winked at me. I’d never seen her so playful or known her to be so open or friendly. So, it was a nice change of pace. Still, I wasn’t sure with things. I mean, there was a very good chance her and her husband had more than a couple of dates underneath their belt.
And I needed the tried and true opinion of someone I trusted.
He might not pick up the phone, you know.
Once I hit my lunch break, I lost myself in the cafeteria corner. I pushed my food away, sipping on my coffee as my finger hovered over his number. We never talked, unless it was holidays or birthdays. We never spoke out of turn, unless he was upset
with me for something. I hadn’t called him for advice in years. And yet, I found myself needing the advice of a wise man.
The advice of a father.
So, I dialed his number and held the phone up to my ear.
“Giana? Is everything all right?”
“Hey, Dad,” I said, trying to fake my smile.
“You can’t do that with me, you know. Never been able to. What’s going on?”
I sighed. “I’m in a bit of a predicament.”
“Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
“It’s nothing like that. I just need your advice without you asking too many questions. Okay?”
“I can try my best.”
I nodded. “So, the head nurse at the hospital just put in an application for me at a hospital in another city.”
“That’s great. Isn’t that the position you want, or something?”
I snickered. “Or something, I guess.”
“So, what’s the hold up?”
“I’ve… met someone. Someone nice. Kind. I mean, it’s only been a couple of dates, but he’s good. And stable. And headstrong.”
“You like him, and you don’t want to leave him.”
“Yes.”
“How far away is this job?”
“Puts me around four hours away from the city,” I said.
“That’s a pretty decent haul for a new relationship,” he said.
“Not relationship. No, no, no. We’ve only been on a couple of dates. I just--don’t want to ruin something that could be really good for my future.”
“This job could be really good for your future, too.”
“I know. That’s the issue.”
“Have you talked with him about it?”
“I almost did. But, chickened out at the last minute.”
“Did you lie to him about it?” he asked.
I paused. “I may have danced around the truth a bit.”
“Is it a good job? Will they take care of you?”
“From the looks of it, it’s really good, Dad. Better pay. Better hours. Better benefits. Better retirement choices. All around, simply better.”
“But, you don’t know because of this guy.”
“Sounds stupid once I say it out loud.”
“Princess, love and infatuation and romance are never stupid. But, make sure it doesn’t cloud your judgment, either. This sounds like a great opportunity for you and your career. And trust me, no man is worth putting your career on hold. Especially if there’s only been a couple of dates. You need to live your life, Giana. You’ve fought hard against your own family for that. Why throw it away from Eli?”
I paused. “I never told you his name, Dad.”
Anger rushed through my veins as the phone fell silent. My vision blurred and tumbled over on itself. I didn’t know what to say. What to do. What to say without completely cursing my father’s existence.
“Princess, just listen--.”
“You’ve been watching me,” I said.
He sighed. “I admit, I’ve been keeping an eye on you. But, only for your protection. Eli belongs to a very--.”
“Eli belongs to know one!” I exclaimed.
I shot out of my chair as people in the cafeteria started staring at me.
“Eli belongs to no one,” I hissed.
“Giana, calm down.”
“No, you listen to me, Dad. If you keep having me followed, I’ll hire a private investigator to make sure you stop. Hell, I’ll go to the Diliano Family myself--.”
“That’s treason. You wouldn't dare.”
“If you don’t stop spying on my fucking life simply because I don’t want to be a part of yours, then hell yes, I will.”
“It’s just to keep you safe, Giana. Why can’t you understand that?” he asked.
“What I can’t understand is why you feel the need to keep me safe when I walked away from the lifestyle years ago.”
“Because you’re still a target because of me. You of all people should know this!”
“Then, stop living such a bullshit life!”
“You calm your tone down with me right--.”
“Do you have something to do with this job offer?” I asked breathlessly.
I felt my breath coming in short spurts as Dad sighed.
“No, princess. I have nothing to do with this--.”
“Promise me. Swear on your parent’s grave,” I said.
“I’ll do no such--.”
“Swear to me on everything you love that you haven’t pulled strings with this job to get me away from Eli!”
I stormed away from my food, leaving it there to cool and rot as people’s eyes followed me out the door.
“I had nothing to do with this job offer. At all. This is all you and the hard work you’ve put in over the years,” he said.
“Get your men to stop tailing me, or I’ll find a way to get them to do it,” I glowered.
Then, I hung up the phone and promptly pulled up Eli’s text from the beginning of my shift.
Me: Been a rough shift. I could really use a pick me up. Want to meet me at my place before you go into work in the morning? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
Maybe Dad’s men will like spying on this.
And as I shot the message off, I went to go find ways to cool myself down before my lunch break was over at work.
15
Giana
I sighed as I paced my living room, running my fingers through my hair. The shift had been rough, and not just because of my phone call with my father. Two people died in my hands in the E.R. One from a drunken driver crash, and one due to issues with labor. Everyone told me saving the child was important. Saving the littlest one was triage. That I did well. That I should be proud.
But, I couldn't get that sobbing husband out of my head.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I placed my head in my hands. I felt the first rays of the morning sun streaming through my window. Part of me wanted to cancel with Eli. But, part of me also wanted to see him. To feel him. To root myself to him and lose my mind in his passion. In his grace. In his strength. I toed off my shoes and cast them aside. I pulled my scrubs off, leaving me in nothing but my undershirt and my panties.
Then, a knock came at my door.
I rushed toward the sound and threw my condo open. Readying myself for what was to come. And luckily, I braced myself just in time.
“My God, you gorgeous woman,” he growled.
Lips crashed against mine. His hands cupped my cheeks. I stumbled back from the force of his body, listening as the door slammed closed. His hands slid down my waist. My hips. My thighs. He picked me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as his tongue filled my mouth. It tasted of coffee and lust. It tasted of darkened desires and minty toothpaste. He smelled fresh. Clean. Like soap on a cool spring day.
I couldn't wait to muss him up.
My back barreled into the wall as his hands pawed at my body. Squeezing my breasts as his teeth raked across my lower lip. I ran my fingers through his hair. The stress of the day fell to the back of my mind before being forgotten about altogether. He was my coffee. My energy. My caffeine. And the more he kissed me, the more alive I felt.
“Take me, Eli. Whatever you want.”
His belt ripped from its loops. His pants went falling to the ground. He grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body, casting the tattered remains aside. I moaned as his cock fell between our bodies, my juices coating his shaft. And as he pinned me to the wall with his strength of his chest, he inched his way inside me.
Leaving me no room to breathe.
“Holy shit.”
“Fucking hell, Giana. I’m addicted to you.”
His words were hot, filling my ear as his hips bottomed against mine. He thrusted, shoving me up the wall before his arms brought me back down. My head fell against his shoulder. I clung to him for dear life. He pounded into me, thrust by thrust. His cock growing thick against my walls.
/> “I dreamt of you all night,” he grunted.
“I’ve wanted you for hours,” I breathed.
“Maybe I can come visit at work one of these days.”
“I’ll give you the gra--oh, fuck!”
My head snapped back against the wall as his fingers found my clit. I heard him chuckling as he circled it, making my legs tremble. I fisted his hair. I gripped onto anything my hands found. I rolled against him, my pussy swallowing his cock down as he thrust against me faster. Harder. Until my body jumped, bouncing my clothed tits from his viewing pleasure.
And the faster he worked my clit, the harder my eyes rolled back.
“Eli. Eli, please. Oh, fuuuuck, please.”
“That’s it. Squeeze that cock, Giana. Shit. Giana. So close.”
I pushed my head forward, capturing his lips as his thumb pressed deeply into my pussy. And when he did, my body erupted. Every ounce of me contracted. My muscles seized with convulsions. I moaned down his throat, my broken sounds being muted by his tongue. He raked it across the roof of my mouth. He coated my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer as his cock trembled within my body.
Then, I felt it.
I heard him growl as his cock began to spill.
He fell against me, pressing me fully against his body. I molded to him, creating pillows for his muscles to land as his cock pulsed with his spurts. I felt his hot arousal filling me. I felt it trickling from my entrance. My lips fell away from his and his face seated itself in the crook of my neck, trying to catch his breath.
And as I closed my eyes, I drank in how right this all felt.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
I smiled. “Morning.”
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