by Kenya Wright
“What happened?” she asked.
“Well, the...client I was working for offered me a big contract as his fulltime songwriter basically and...” It was hard not to just spill it all.
Fuck it. If I can’t trust her with my secret, then who can I trust?
“Girl.” I smiled. “I’ve been writing songs for Giovanni.”
“Giovanni who? I know damn well you’re not talking about G-fucking-O. My future baby daddy? I know you’re not referring to him, because I’m going to whip your ass for not saying anything weeks ago.”
“G-fucking-O.”
She screamed. I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
“Simone! Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me? Gio? No way.”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God. We’re going to be rich and famous.”
“Really? We are?”
“Oh, I know I’m going to be the first person in your entourage, living large.”
“Just fuck medical school now?”
“Fuck medical school! I told you in high school that Gio was going to be my future baby daddy. And look what happened. I just manifested it all.”
I shook my head. “Okay stop.”
“Oh my God!”
I giggled. “You are insane.”
I didn’t get a chance to tell her much more. Her family had come to visit so she had to run out with them. However, she demanded that I give her a complete report of everything on him, and to take naked pics. Unfortunately, I hadn’t confessed to her about being in his bedroom. I still wasn’t sure it had actually happened, and figured I would be waking from a dream soon.
Later, Gio returned. I’d already finished lunch, grabbed one of my notebooks, and jotted down a few lyrics here and there, not sure what I would do with them.
As he sat on the bed, he glanced at the page and then me. A neutral expression covered his face like a mask. “How was lunch?”
“Excellent.” I closed the notebook. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Ru arrived. I wanted to get his bedroom prepared.”
Shocked, I asked, “He’s here?”
“Yes.”
I moved the covers. “Oh, I should—”
“No, he’ll be at dinner. We’ll eat in the dining room.” He rose, stalked off toward double doors at the right of the room, and opened them. A small room full of clothes and shoes appeared. It was about half the size of my bedroom with full length mirrors. Next to them were hanging items. On the other side were shelves of polished shoes and folded ties and socks. He remained in the doorway with his back to me. “Dr. Phillips will be here in an hour to check your body’s temperature and everything else. I’m sure you’re recovered, but it doesn’t hurt to check.”
Since he wasn’t facing me, I took a quick glance at his muscled ass, loving the fullness of it. I wasn’t a butt girl, but there were the times when a nice masculine bottom made me smile. Gio had that sort of ass that made me want to cup it while I kissed him. Warmth swirled within my core.
I cleared my throat. “Thanks again for taking care of me.”
“Always.” He disappeared into the closet. “I’m going to dress and shower, if that’s okay with you.”
“That’s fine. It is your room.”
Feel free to get completely naked. I can help you undress, if necessary. I don’t want to do anything, but I wouldn’t mind seeing what you look like naked.
He peeked out of the doorway. “Did you hear me?”
I pushed the thoughts out of my head. “Huh?”
“I was saying that after Dr. Phillip’s positive assessment and dinner with Ru, we should check out the studio and play around with some tracks, before heading to bed.”
“That sounds good.” I looked at my luggage, wondering when I would be in my new bedroom.
He disappeared again. “You’re okay with my watching over you tonight?”
“Yes. Although I don’t think it’s necessary. You should be comfortable when you’re asleep. This is your house.”
“I’m fine. Trust me.”
A perfect gentleman, he never flashed me any muscle or smooth flesh. He took his clothes into his big bathroom, bathed, and dressed. My eyelids hung low as I waited. Eventually, I scooted down to my pillow, struggling to stay awake.
But, sleep won.
In New York, I’d barely slept. Here in his home, I was constantly taking naps. My dreams scattered in and out of clarity and darkness—light twirling and dancing around shadows as faces and moments appeared.
Then, I swam in a sea of people. There was no water, just men, women, and children waving around me, pushing me forward. A zombie-like hunger decorated their dirty faces. They opened their mouths and drool spilled out of some of them as they reached for me.
A dark sky hovered over us. Lightning zigzagged through the blackness. Thunder roared and rumbled off in the distance. The wet air announced a storm was coming.
“Come,” some of the people said. “Come, Simone.”
“No!” Screaming, I paddled forward, pushing off huge arms and tiny legs, rolling away from scratched backs, and tumbling over pointy breasts. A few kissed my legs. Others bit at my arms and hands, not hurting me, but freaking me the fuck out. “Get away from me! Get away!”
A large cliff appeared several feet in front of me. Gio stood out there with no shirt. Muscles layered his chest and stomach. He wore low hanging pants that showed off that lush V of muscle at his lower abdomen. A cool wind blew through his hair, never letting that lovely long black hair settle around his shoulders. He looked like a hero on one of those old romance novels—the hulky guy holding a big bosomed woman in his arms as she leans back in damsel distress, her bodice ripping with each breath.
“I’ll save you,” he roared, “but, first you have to swim. Come!”
“I’m trying.” I swam to him, screaming as I struggled. With each movement, I advanced and was yanked back.
He yelled at me. “Stand up!”
“I can’t.”
He spread out his arms to welcome me forward. “You can.”
I stopped tumbling and rolling off the hungry people. A redhead snapped at my fingers. I slapped her and climbed onto a tall man’s shoulders. A gray-haired woman kissed my knees as she whispered a prayer and then tried to bite me. I jumped forward and ran over all their heads, never letting my feet stay on a person too long before propelling to the next foot.
“You got this!” Gio waved his hands, cheering me on. “You got this!”
I focused on him; to look down at any of the crazy people would’ve been my death. And I was so close, so close to him. In my heart, I knew that in his arms was the only place I wanted to be.
When I got close enough, he grabbed me, pulling me away from the sea of people and into his arms.
“You are amazing,” he whispered as he held me against his warm chest.
Finally safe, I closed my eyes and let him lift me up.
He carried me away. “Now, you’ll always be safe.”
I had no idea where we were going, just that his words were true. With Gio, I would always be safe.
And then I opened my eyes.
Gio’s bedroom was pitch-black. I must’ve slept the whole day away. Moonlight poured through the open window. Snow fell outside, but the whole space was warm, almost hot like a summer day.
For some reason, anxiety seized me until Gio’s scent swarmed around me, calming my nerves, telling my body that everything would be okay. That lush smell filled my lungs.
I blinked, getting a better view of the room and bed. The whole time I’d felt hot. Now, I know why. I was in Gio’s strong arms. They were tight around me.
I’m safe.
The fur blankets were no longer on the bed. Instead, there were silky blue sheets that moved, swaying back and forth like the surface of a rippling pond on a spring day. The cool sheets brushed against my skin, and I realized I had on panties, but nothing else.
When did he take them off?
I raised my head and turned to the clock on his nightstand. The numbers never stayed in one place, moving over and over as if there was no time. Or more like, when I was with Gio, time didn’t matter—nothing mattered, but him and I together.
I lay on my back with Gio wrapped around me, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. His warm skin against mine incited my body to come alive, and I craved him more than any man. His head rested against my neck, and his breaths on that sensitive spot drove me insane, wild and horny. His big hand lounged on my naked breast, teasing and enticing my flesh. My panties moistened.
I squeezed my thighs together for relief and found none. Not one second of calm in the sexual storm raging and thundering inside of me. This ache within my sex was unbearable. Almost painful. I didn’t know if I could wait another second without having him.
I needed him to wake up and play with my nipples, twirl the sensitive points around, suck on them. Molten desire pooled between my thighs. I was a volcano ready to explode, ready to spill all over him. Never had I yearned for someone this much. Never had I been so hungry.
I reached out and ran my hand across his bulging forearm and up his chiseled biceps. He stirred under me and then hummed. I continued my fingers’ journey, caressing his smooth skin, slipping my hand down his side, and then sliding it lower to his hip.
He wasn’t wearing boxer briefs or anything else.
A low groan escaped my mouth. My sex ached. Hungry, I continued moving my fingers lower and lower. I realized he was awake, as he groaned and thrust against me.
“Simone,” he moaned.
The steel-hard ridge of his cock rubbed against my hands.
“Simone.”
Gripping it, I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock. It lay there heavy in my hand, long and ready to give me pleasure.
“What are you doing, Simone?” His cock pulsed in my palm.
“I couldn’t help myself. I’m so sorry.”
“Simone,” he moaned against my neck and thrust his cock into my hand.
“Gio, I crave you,” I whispered.
He kissed along my neck, brushing his lips against my skin, delivering sparks of heat with every spot he touched. His voice was sleepy but deep and filled with sex. “What do you crave, princess?”
I tightened my grip on his cock.
He shuddered under me and groaned.
“I crave you,” I whispered. “Just you.”
“Be careful.”
“I can’t.”
“If I start, I won’t stop.” There was a threat in his deep voice that sent a rush of anticipation though my blood. “Not ever. You’ll be mine.”
I whispered back to him, “Then, don’t stop.”
Grunting, he kissed down my neck, moving his big muscular body over mine. In the moonlit room, I couldn’t see all of him. However, my other senses worked overtime trying to remember this moment forever.
He worked his way down my chest, and his cock slipped from my hand. Instantly, I missed gripping that meaty monster, hard and thick and ready for me. But I craved it inside of me, moving in and out, spreading my flesh apart.
He opened my legs, but instead of that hard cock, the slick heat of his mouth touched my sex, shoving me off the ledge.
I gripped the silky bed sheets and moaned. “Gio!”
He licked and sucked, twirled that beautiful tongue all around my clit.
The clock blinked red in and out on the nightstand. The numbers never stopped. They kept going, spinning down over and over.
“Gio!” I moaned again.
And then he moved his mouth away from my sex and positioned his cock between my legs, pushing my thighs apart. Soon, his cock thrust into me, with no warning, and I exploded all over him, screaming out his name, “Gio! Gio!”
There was nothing gentle about it. Just rough, wild passion. Pleasure so all consuming, I came before I knew and then came again, orgasming over and over. I felt like I was falling as I came. I gripped the sheets harder, scared to lose myself as he pumped hard into.
So rough, it was like he couldn’t help but take what he wanted. Like he was drunk off ecstasy. Intoxicated. The weight of him on me, his stomach against my pussy and his mouth on my breast, was overwhelming. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and my back nearly slipped off the bed following the sensation. I’d never felt anything like this before, and my body arched to get closer to the hot passion.
He released my nipple with a pop, and I cried out at the loss.
He roared, “Mine!”
“Yours.” I grabbed his hair, gripping those silky dark locks between my fingers. I tightened them as he returned to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth again. He licked me, then bit a little. The sensation forced me to take in a sharp breath, and I moaned his name. His mouth tortured me, going back and forth between breasts, making sure each had equal attention.
“Mine,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if he was talking to me, to himself, or to the time running out of the broken clock. “Simone...”
“Yes, baby.”
“Simone?”
“Yes, baby, just don’t stop fucking me. I’m yours, baby. I’m yours.”
“Simone, wake up.”
I froze and opened my eyes, waking out of the hot dream.
Holy shit. That wasn’t real!!
I was in Gio’s bedroom, but it wasn’t nighttime. It was light with more shadows, suggesting the sun would be close to setting. The windows were shut tight as it snowed outside, and there was no clock on his nightstand, not like the one in the dream. No clock with broken numbers. No blue silk sheets rippling like a pond.
Are you fucking kidding me!
Gio was not naked and moving on top of me. Instead, he sat in the chair across from me with a wicked expression on his face. He gripped his cock from outside his jeans and licked his lips.
My breathing shifted to panic as I looked down at myself in the bed. Sometime during my dream, I’d kicked off the fur blankets. They lay on the edge of the bed.
My clothes were still on, but I’d dove my hand down my pants. My wet fingers lay against my moist pussy and soaked panties. Embarrassed, I pulled them away.
He ran his fingers through his hair and rose. His jeans tented, showing off a serious erection. “We...fell asleep. You first and when I dressed, I figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to catch some rest too.”
“Yeah.” I sat up, grabbed the blankets, and covered as if I was naked instead of extremely embarrassed out of my mind.
“So...” He walked toward the door, adjusted his cock over his pants, and rubbed his face with both hands. “So...we should get ready for dinner. I mean...dinner is in twenty minutes. If you want to freshen up or take care of anything.”
Translation: maybe you want to change those wet panties before coming to the table. Jesus. Did I really have to have a wet dream in front of him?
All I could manage was, “Yes, I’ll do that.”
He opened the door and tossed me a wicked grin. “And then maybe...one day.”
He stared at me for several seconds, dragging his gaze along the fur blankets that covered me. “And then maybe one day, we can talk about that dream.”
I blushed as he left.
It took me several minutes to get it together. I struggled with not masturbating really quick. That dream had triggered a deep hunger in my body. When I was dreaming, I’d been overwhelmed by it. Even as I woke up, that craving should’ve rushed away, but it hadn’t. Instead, it swarmed flames of hot desire all over me, burning my skin, swelling my heart, and aching deep within my sex.
Even though I’d bathed earlier, I took a cold shower to calm myself. I couldn’t get the image of Gio fucking me out of my mind and even worse, I couldn’t stop thinking of how hard Gio was when I woke up. His erection raised the tension in the room. I had nothing to say. He had nothing to offer. It almost felt like he’d rushed out of there because he was so hard, not ready to deal with the desire as much as me.
Shit. I can’t believe he saw me playing with myself while I was asleep. But how much did he hear? Did he hear me begging him to fuck me? Shit.
As the cold water poured down my skin, I thought back to one of our past phone conversations and blushed.
“When you write a song about sex,” he’d said over the line, “the woman is always begging.”
“I guess it’s a coincidence. I don’t know why.”
His sensual voice had rolled over my skin like a warm soft caress. “Do you beg for it?”
I shut the water off, freezing on the outside and burning within.
Do I beg for it? With you, I would. All night long. Loud…until you couldn’t keep that cock from me.
My wet curls stuck to my shoulders and the side of my face. I opened the door and grabbed a towel, drying myself off. The shower hadn’t squashed the hunger, but at least it helped me clear my mind for a few seconds.
How the hell will dinner be? How can I even be around him without wanting to rub up against him?
Before I’d come, all I had was my singing career in my mind. And now, being around Gio, I’d lost my passion for the music, a little. In my heart, a fire blazed for him. It was all I could think about. I licked my lips and tasted the sweet need on my tongue. The hunger. The wild yearning taking control of me.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
But deep inside, I could see myself becoming blind, unable to see the door to escape him in front of me.
Don’t do it. It’s Gio. He’s loved and desired by many. You’ll just be one of so fucking many. And meanwhile, you have songs to write. Things to accomplish.
I dressed, putting on one of my sweater dresses—dark blue, fit to flatter, and designed with smooth sides, front, and back. It barely stopped at my knees. It called out to my curves without being so blatant in a comfortable, stretchy knit.
I needed all the sexy confidence I could get. While I tried to calm myself down, I was excited about the idea of Gio’s erection. Deep down, I’d enjoyed witnessing it for the second time, loved that he wanted to fuck me. Even though that was all it probably would be.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
I slung on knee-high boots. The leather hugged my legs and the heels raised me a few inches in the air. I blow dried my hair, combing as the heat straightened it. My curls disappeared, and long waves fell around my face and past my shoulders.
