by Sienna Mynx
His hand slipped over and covered hers. She squeezed his hand and walked off the elevator with him. “So this is your hiding place?”
“One of them. Yes.”
“Oh, it’s not just for the visit?” she asked.
He opened the door and held it for her to enter. Shae walked inside. The room temperature was frigid with cold and she shivered. Carlo must have understood her discomfort because the very first thing he did was raise the temperature. “Like I said we have business here this week. But when I visit, I often stay here. I keep a room.”
Shae inspected the suite. There was clutter everywhere. It was like the man walked inside and opened his suitcase to toss his things all around. And whatever he ate or drank from was left behind. Empty cartons and bottles covered the coffee table, desk, and tops of the dresser. She stepped over the mess.
“They do have maid service?” she asked.
“I don’t like people touching my things,” he said and tossed his keys to the sofa.
“Are you kidding me?” she laughed. “Who doesn’t want maid service when living out of a hotel?”
Carlo went over to a cabinet and grabbed a trash bag. Apparently he kept them on supply. He started picking up everything and shoving it into the bag. In a few minutes there was enough cleaned up space to make the place worthy of her.
Shae helped. They worked together in silence. One thing was certain. This man didn’t have a woman to care for him. He was a lone wolf like her. When she was done she went into the bedroom. The bed was made. She began to undress in front of it. The wet dress clung to her skin and made her feel itchy all over.
“Need some help?” he asked from behind her. She let the soggy garment drop to her feet. Carlo stared at her in the dark. His face registered no emotion. But his eyes possessed that dangerous glint she’d seen from him before. Shae stepped out of her shoes. Her feet still had the grit from the grassy hill she climbed to get her shoes.
“You like what you see, Carlo?” she asked.
“Tu sei la donna più bella che io abba mai visto,” he said.
“What does that mean?”
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiled.
“There he is. My Romeo,” Shae laughed. “I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of beautiful women before.” She walked over to him and put her hands on his belt. She loosened it and unzipped his pants. “But after being such a bad boy, I sure would like to hear sweet words from you.”
“I tuoi occhi sono come diamanti,” he leaned in and whispered into her ear.
“What does it mean?” she smiled.
“Your eyes are like diamonds,” he pressed a kiss to her cheek.
“Go on,” she exhaled. Her hand slipped into his boxers and she touched the snake between his legs. “My, my, you are a man.”
“Hai le labbra squisite,” he said and brushed his lips over hers. “I say you have thick sexy lips.”
“And you have a thick, yummy dick,” she replied kissing him under his neck. She stroked his penis in his pants.
Carlo groaned deep in his throat. He gripped her by both cheeks of her ass and nearly lifted her off her feet. “Mi dai la pelle d’oca quando mi tocchi cosi,” he said when he heaved her higher. She didn’t bother to ask for a translation. Shae wrapped her legs around his waist and his pants dropped to his knees. His cock was freed from his boxers. Carlo slammed her down on it. She dragged in a deep yet stunted breath and clung to his massive shoulders. While standing, Carlo held her hips and pumped his cock up into her hard and strong. She nearly bit down on the inside of her jaw over the force.
Her pussy convulsed. Spasms of pain stretched and ripped through her tender walls. “Carlo! Mercy!” she pleaded.
He pulled her off his dick and carried her to the bed. He laid her on it and then dragged her to the edge. She sat up. He went to his knees. She closed her eyes to the softness his lips brought to her ravaged cunt. Her bottom lip still stung from earlier, but she drew it in to suck on instead of crying out her pleasure.
Carlo teased her by tracing her slick entrance with the tip of his tongue before plunging it into her tight channel. When he walked in the room and found her undressing nothing prepared him for the vision. He saw her pussy and nearly went to his knees to beg for it. The woman had shaved a lightening bolt above the pretty dark lips of her sex and dyed it pink. He’d never met anyone like her.
And damn if her pussy didn’t smell and taste like strawberries. Her inner muscles contracted around his tongue when it dove in deep. Oh, how he liked that. The juices from her arousal dripped from her sex to his chin. And he feasted. She gyrated against his mouth, smashing her sex into his face. And then she chanted his name.
“Carlo! Carlo! Carlo!” her voice pitched to a soprano as she climaxed.
He wanted to be gentle, fuck her slow and easy. Worship her body. Bury his cock in and let her ride it, take him there. But he had to have her. He could put his fist through the wall the need was that fiery hot. He got to his feet and stepped out of his pants. Shae curled up into a ball and shivered.
Maybe he’d give her one last kiss below to ensure she was ready. He turned her over and laid her out, feet flat to the headboard. Carlo put a pillow under her abdomen. Shae parted her legs on instinct and lifted her ass for him with the bend of her knees.
How much more could she stand? Carlo licked and kissed her pussy. Every second of his tongue’s plunder sent spirals of pleasure through her pelvis. She slammed her thighs shut and he forced them up and apart. He was now a gentle tiger. Pleasure came in pulsating waves. He kept her pinned down to explore. Before long Shae’s body was racked with tremors and she was hollering her pleasure. This time he dragged his tongue down from her pussy to her forbidden zone. Shae pulled another pillow on the bed to her and bit into the soft cushion. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Her feet lifted and pointed north.
She collapsed during her next release and let herself go. Shae hugged her pillow and smiled with pleasure. She didn’t hear or see him. She didn’t care. She had that warm tingling feeling sending ribbons of contentment around her pelvis. Her legs were useless. Her body was limp.
After several seconds with not a single touch from Carlo she opened her eyes. Her head lifted. She glanced to the left and the right in the darkness. When she looked back he was sitting back against the headboard stroking his dick. Watching her.
Shae rolled over to her back and parted her thighs. She was stunned by how wet her pussy was. She plied open the lips of her sex for him. She fondled herself and smiled. Carlo stopped stroking his cock. At last he decided, and Shae still remained clueless as to what that decision was. Instead she drove herself to another pleasure point. He got to his knees and hovered above her with his angry cock pointed directly at her. His body was magnificent. She paid little attention to the scars and tattoos, and more attention to the physical build of the man. Every angle of his chest was sculpted muscle.
Shae sat up and faced him. The man was hairy. A black wave of silky hairs lay flat to his lower abdomen and arrowed down his pelvis. His dick was thick. It was average length but really thick.
“More than a mouthful,” she said with a tease. He smiled down at her.
“Put it in your mouth, cara, and I promise not to choke you,” he replied.
With her eyes fluttering shut she flicked her tongue at the dimpled center and tasted him. Her mouth formed a perfect shaped O, and her cheeks caved inward as she swallowed the first inch. Carlo’s scent unfurled in her nostrils, spice and musk, everything male. She loved the smell of a man.
There was a technique to fellatio. A skill Shae had learned early in her business, and schooled her girls on soon after. It wasn’t about sucking. Not totally. The glide over the tongue and the moist heat of the mouth is what really melted the cock. Carlo responded, as she expected. With his hands behind his head, fingers intertwined, his breathing went from shallow to deep. His chest bulked with deep inhales, and deflated after exhales. After
sensing his weakening she sucked him to the back of her throat and squeezed his balls. Carlo groaned. Shae dragged her tongue over every veined inch of him until she sensed his collapse.
Shae released his cock but kept stroking the stalk. “You’re ready now, baby,” she teased.
Carlo pulled her hand off his dick and Shae turned around. He pushed on her spine until her face was flat on the mattress.
He thrust into her hard. She grunted. At first the invasion was smooth and thick. But the fucking consumed them both. He circled his hips and screwed her deeply. She could tell his fucking her was more about his pleasure than hers, and that was disappointing. Carlo covered her with his massive body. His powerful thrusts, accompanied by his weight pressing down on her. were too much. She collapsed. And he kept punishing her. Shae vowed to endure, but there was much pain with her pleasure. He was too thick to be so rough. Had he not taken the time to learn how to make love to a woman without torturing her?
Damn him!
Shae whimpered and gripped the sheets to keep from crying out for him to stop. Deep down she wanted more. But at what price? He was so deep when he plunged. She squeezed her eyes so tight she wept. And he grunted at her in his native language, curses of his own torment. His powerful plunging hips shredded her pride. She began to whimper for mercy. Then she began to shout for it. He didn’t stop. Refused to stop. Up and down he went, each thrust more forceful than the other. And Shae held on until her body collapsed and his did too.
**
Shae woke in Carlo’s arms. She looked directly into his eyes.
“Ciao, bella,” he said with a boyish smile.
“Hi. What time is it?” she asked.
“Late,” he answered.
“Did you sleep?” she asked.
“I could not.”
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
She stared into his eyes not sure of his truth.
“Are you okay, cara?” he asked.
“Am I okay? Yes, Carlo. I’m fine,” she touched the stubble on his jaw “What kind of question is that?”
“Was it, nice? Good for you?” he asked. “Things may have gone further than I intended.”
“I know,” she kissed his lips. “I enjoyed it.”
“You’re lying,” he said.
“I’m not. I enjoyed you, Carlo,” she kissed his chin. “It was… rough, but pleasurable.”
“And yet you’re still here?” he asked.
“I am,” she said and blinked at him.
“Why?” he asked.
She caressed his jaw. “Because I like it. Because I want to be here, with you,” she continued to caress his jaw.
He turned his face to kiss the inside palm of her hand. “Mi dai la pelle d’oca quando mi tocchi cosi,” he whispered.
“It’s the second time you’ve said that to me. What does it mean?”
“You give me goose bumps when you touch me like that,” he smiled. “Time for me to take you back to the Battaglias.”
“What if I don’t want to go?” she hugged him to keep him from turning away and leaving the bed.
“You must,” he replied.
“What is it? Why can’t you smile, relax, go with it?” she asked.
“I am relaxed,” he replied.
“Carlo?” she lifted on her elbow. “You’re a passionate man. I can tell.”
“Che palle,” he snorted.
“Let me finish. When I say passionate I mean you feel deeply. Even in sex I can tell you struggle with feeling and uh, releasing. Thing is… you need to learn how to let go of your anger enough to enjoy the nectar.”
“That’s bullshit. Are you saying I don’t know how to fuck?” Carlo scowled.
“I’m trying to explain to you what I felt. What I think the problem is.”
“Problem!” he said in a raised voice. “I don’t have a fucking problem!”
“I think you’re wound too tight, Carlo,” she said. “You’re tight as a spring. The simplest gesture of kindness from a woman and you go off!”
“You don’t know me,” he said.
“So what? Who better to see through you than a stranger?” She turned his chin and looked into his eyes. There was an unnamed pain reflected in his eyes. Every muscle in her heart tightened. Shae brushed her lips over his and his arm eased around her waist. She parted her thighs and lifted her leg over his. His cock nudged at her pussy. “Gentle, I’ve let you fuck me how you wanted. Now I want you to make love to my body,” she ran her hand down his chest to grip his erection. “I’ll teach you how. No one has to know about our lessons. It’s just me and you.”
She guided his breech and received him inch by inch nice and slow. Carlo’s face was hard. His eyes glittered with deep shadows beneath his thick and severely creased brows.
“Mmm, yes, slow, baby, easy, easy, like that,” she said. Her labia swelled and constricted around her opening so each measured thrust he gave her was felt deeply. Her forehead rested against his, her hand to his face. She closed her eyes as he worked his way deeper and deeper. “Wait, wait,” she said and stopped him. She moved and he slipped out of her. Shae turned over on her side to back up against him. Carlo eased his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He pushed her top thigh up and parted the lips of her sex.
“Touch me right there,” she said to his fingers grazing her clitoris. “Aaah, yes. Soft, like when you use your tongue,” Shae moaned. His calloused fingertips were soft and pleasing as they teased her clit.
“Now. I want you inside of me,” she breathed. She reached behind her and held to his neck. She turned her face and kissed him as he slipped into her again. The measure of his thrusts matched her breathing and his. He stopped tickling her clit and squeezed her breast. He twisted her nipple gently, ran his hand down her flat tummy to the mowed hairs over her mound. He pulled the short pink hairs and her pussy tingled warmly.
“Yes, like that. Mmm,” she moaned. He returned his hand between her thighs. He rubbed her clit while working his pelvis against her backside. “Yes, Carlo. Oh yes. I like it.”
She reached behind her and grabbed his ass. She dug her nails into his buttocks. He pumped a little harder, a little faster. “Move, I’m ready, go faster. Deeper, deeper.”
“Like this,” he whispered into her ear. “You like it like this?”
“Yes! Oh yes!” She gritted her teeth when the friction increased. Sharp, targeted friction ignited heat in her channel. He curled his body up against hers to deliver powerful plunging thrusts until the pain of their first tryst dissolved into her bliss. It felt so good. She savored each stroke and braced for the next.
“Like this,” he breathed and pumped a little faster. His finger worked up the rubbing of her clit until she neared a cataclysmic explosion.
“Yeeeeessssss,” she cried out.
“Or like this,” he rolled his pelvis a bit which almost made his dick turn in her before he kept thrusting.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted.
“Move your pussy. Uau sei bagnata! Talk to me, Shae. Tell me again how to make love to you.”
“I… I…” she couldn’t find the words. Her mind had blinked off. All she felt now was pleasure. He withdrew and eased on top of her. His hands went under her ass and cupped each butt cheek before slipping back inside of her.
“Yes!”
Carlo dropped his face to the side of hers. She could see his ass rise and fall underneath the cover of the sheet. She locked her legs around his waist. He pinned her arms above her head and kissed her as he drove them both to the climactic edge. Scalding spurts of his seed erupted and filled her. He went faster and faster until his hips lost rhythm and he cried out her name before his collapse.
**
They sat in the car staring at the villa. Neither of them spoke. The sun was fast approaching, and Shae knew she had to leave him. For some odd reason she couldn’t make herself go.
“It was a strange, and wonderful night,
Carlo. Thank you.”
His gaze turned to her. He smiled. “Can I tell you a story?”
“A story?” she said. “Now?”
“I think I owe you an explanation, for my actions. My temper,” he confessed.
“Okay?”
“When I was fifteen I was sent to prison.” Carlo said.
“Prison?” she asked. “You mean a juvenile center?”
“No. I mean prison,” he said.
“Why?”
“For rape,” he glanced over to her.
“Did you do it?” she asked after a long pause.
“I was innocent. The girl was my friend, girlfriend. She was forced to accuse me. At least that’s what I first believed.” Carlo tapped his thumb on the steering wheel but his grip locked tight. He stared straight ahead. “Later I found out she was never my friend, girlfriend. She lied to set me up, to get revenge. She used me.”
“How long were you locked away?”
“Until I was twenty. When I came home my father was gone and my mother was very sick. My sister was the only family I had left. Her and the Battaglias.”
“Oh. I’m sorry for that.” Shae reached over and touched his hand. She squeezed it.
“I don’t have anyone… ah, anyone special. Most women run after ten minutes alone with me.”
Shae chuckled. “I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true. I do it mostly on purpose. I love women. I’m not gay or anything. But when I was sent away I was tortured for being naïve. I think… I know I have some issues with what happened to me.”
“I am sorry it happened to you. We all have a past, Carlo. We just can’t let it rule our future.”
“Grazie to you, bella.” He kissed her hand. He leaned over and kissed her lips. He didn’t seem to care if any of the men lurking outside the doors of the villa saw him. And Shae didn’t mind. “Tonight after the event there will be a big party in the Diana. Come to my room, cara. I need more lessons,” he said.
