by Katie Ashley
AJ winked. “I think I’ll blow that challenge out of the water.” And with one harsh thrust he drove himself all the way inside me, sending us both crying out. “Oh fuck me, you’re tight as hell.”
I bit my lip in pleasure when he slowly withdrew every delicious inch before slamming back inside me. Once I could speak, I muttered, “Why thank you. I think.”
AJ chuckled as he rotated his hips, causing me to whimper. “You don’t like my compliment?”
“Sure, but I like what you’re doing at the moment, rather than what you’re saying,” I rasped. I wanted more than anything for him to keep doing that sexy move, his dick plunging even further within me.
His hands came to grip my thighs, jerking me back against his thrusts. He drew in a ragged breath. “I would have thought you would have appreciated my sincere words about your hot, incredibly tight pussy.”
My fingers tried to wrap even further into the tightly woven fibers of the limo carpet. I felt myself already careening towards the edge again. Even though I would never admit it to AJ, he really was a sex god. It usually took me a long time to come through penetration, and here he was barely five thrusts in, and I was starting to feel the tell-tale fluttering. Just as I prepared to let go and give into the intense orgasm that awaited me, AJ withdrew all the way. “W-wait, w-hat are—”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Seriously?” I huffed in a frustrated pant.
“Umm, hmm,” he murmured, as one of his hands left my thigh to dip between my legs, grazing my clit. Wiggling my ass, I hoped to somehow slide him back inside me. I could feel his hot, wet tip only inches from my entrance. But AJ anticipated me and eased back, teasingly stalling my pleasure as he waited for my response.
Panting, I fought to catch my breath. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I replied, “I thought it was the chick who was the cock-tease, not the dude?”
He chuckled. “Maybe. And then maybe I’m trying to drive home the fact that I’m in control here—I’m the one who can make you come or make you beg for more.”
When he continued to pause at my opening, I growled in sexual frustration. Oh, I was going to make him pay for this little machismo act later. “Thank you so very, very much, AJ, for your compliment about my…how did you say it? ‘Incredibly hot, tight pussy’?”
“That’s right.” He rewarded me by sliding the tip of his cock inside me, and I shivered in anticipation.
“Okay, now can we cease the talking and just screw, please? I mean, my knees are starting to go numb here.”
AJ grinned. “I thought every woman loved a little dirty talk.”
“Yeah, well, here’s the deal. I’ve never really had a guy take the time to compliment my alleged ‘hot and tight pussy’. I’ve sorta only read shit like that in romance novels.”
Massaging the exposed globe of one of my ass cheeks, AJ shook his head. “Then that’s a pity. More men should have told you how amazing you feel when thrusting balls deep into your tight walls.”
“Oh Jesus,” I muttered as his words started to have the same effect his actions did.
He smacked my ass cheek, and it sent a tingle up my spine. “You need to know it’s like you’re made to fit my dick, and I could practically come just staying still inside you.” And with that, he pounded into me so hard I skidded forward. After three more deliciously jarring thrusts, I came with a loud shout. But as my pleasure started to fade, my knees screamed in pain from the carpet burns AJ’s thrusts were causing. I had to get up, or I was going to look like I’d been in a bicycle accident. It was a hell of a way to kill a third orgasm buzz.
Craning my neck, I momentarily forgot my train of thought at the mere sight of AJ’s sex-hazed face. Beads of sweat trickled down his tan cheeks, while his eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy. His perfect white teeth nibbled his plump bottom lip as he concentrated on thrusting in and out of me. But when I felt more stinging, I gasped, “AJ, wait.”
His dark eyes flew open, and concern quickly caused the desire to evaporate from them. “What’s wrong? Was I too rough?”
“No, it’s just we gotta change positions. I’m getting carpet burns.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”
I giggled. “It’s not your fault. I’d say it’s more of a sexual hazard from screwing on a limo floor.”
AJ grinned as he pulled out of me. He pushed himself up and then flopped onto the backseat. His dress pants and boxers appeared comical as they bunched around his ankles while his proud cock jutted forward. “Come here, baby,” he beckoned.
When I rocked back on my heels to sit up, all my weight rested on my knees, and I screeched in agony. Before I could turn around to hoist myself out of the floor, AJ’s strong hands splayed into my waist, gripping me tight. I gasped as he effortlessly lifted me up and onto his lap. “Better?”
I threw a glance over my shoulder at him. “Yes, thank you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Good.”
“You ready to finish?” I asked, as I teasingly rolled my wet core over his lap.
A low growl erupted from deep in his throat. “Oh yeah, I’ll finish. And so will you at least another time—maybe two.”
“Hmm, bring it on, big boy.” I grabbed his erection, causing him to suck in a harsh breath, before I guided it back inside me. Leaning forward, I gripped the sides of the leather seat as I worked myself on and off AJ’s cock. Heavy breathing and skin slapping together echoed through the close quarters. Closing my eyes, I focused on the intense sensations ricocheting through my body.
AJ’s deft fingers sought out the zipper on the back of my dress. He eased it down slowly, causing cool air to rush at my inflamed skin. Once he finished with the zipper, he then eased the spaghetti straps over my arms, pushing the top of the dress down until he bunched it around my stomach.
His hands slid around my ribcage, brushing momentarily against my exposed flesh before he cupped my aching breasts. “Umm,” I murmured.
“You like it when I touch your tits like this?”
“Yes, oh yes,” I panted.
“I bet your nipples are rock hard for me.”
“Why don’t you find out?” I dared.
Without a reply, his hands dipped inside the cups of the strapless bra. His hot breath scorched against my back as he whispered, “Just as I thought.” His fingers then went to work tweaking and pinching my nipples.
“Mmm, yes. Just like that,” I cried, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
“I’m getting close,” AJ groaned.
“Me too.”
Instead of pushing me harder against him, AJ surprised me by stilling our movements. His warm breath singed the tender flesh of my earlobe. “I’m gonna slowly turn you around, baby, because I wanna be looking into your eyes when we both come.”
A shudder rippled through me as I loosened the grip of my thighs against his, so I could slide around to face him. I’d never gone from reverse to regular cowgirl while a guy was inside me. “Oh God,” I moaned at the delicious way it felt to rotate around on AJ’s cock.
Once I faced him, AJ brought his lips to mine. “I’ve missed these,” he murmured against my mouth. Tasting myself on him, I thrust my tongue inside to dance along with his.
As I started riding him hard and fast again, AJ’s fingers raked through the strands of my hair. His mouth never left mine, and our tongues fought and tangled against each other. Gripping his shoulders tight, I felt the first wave of my orgasm start. I cried out as I stilled my movements as my head fell back.
With a slight jerk at my hair, he pulled me back to stare into his eyes. The intensity of his lust-filled gaze held me captive as I rode out the last delicious tremors. AJ’s hands then left my hair to rest on my hips, working me even harder against him. Only a few moments passed before his body tensed. “Mia, oh God, Mia!” he exclaimed as he came hard and fast inside me. Never once did his eyes stray from mine. After he finished, he brought his lips to mine again, giving
me a tender kiss. When he pulled away, a lazy, satiated smile formed on his face. “That was pretty fucking amazing.”
Thoroughly wiped out from the sex and the orgasms, I nuzzled my head into the crook of his shoulder. With what energy I had left, I softly dragged my fingers through his hair, smoothing down the places where I’d mussed it earlier. “Yeah, it was,” I replied hoarsely. Between my cries of pleasure, I’d practically lost my voice. Cupping his face in my hands, I said, “That was everything I needed to get back into the game and more. You lived up to all my expectations, Mr. Latin Lover.”
His smile widened. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
I leaned over to kiss him again when Benny’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Sir?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah?” AJ croaked.
“We’ve, uh, been here at the restaurant about fifteen minutes. I was letting you…um, finish.”
Glancing down at our still joined bodies, AJ laughed. “Thanks, Benny. But we’re still going to need a minute or two.”
As I slid off of him, a delicious soreness filled my lower half—one I hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. “Can you zip me up?”
“With pleasure.”
“One sec.” I quickly adjusted my breasts back into the cups of the bodice before I turned slightly. Just as AJ’s fingers started pulling up the zipper, they stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Just admiring your ink,” he said, feeling along my shoulder blade.
I tensed as he touched the puckered skin beneath the Italian script words of the tattoo. “Thanks,” I murmured. Suddenly all the languid, post orgasmic bliss was snatched away.
“Did you get in an accident or something?”
My eyes pinched shut as a horrific memory assaulted my mind. “Something like that,” I finally replied.
AJ must’ve sensed I didn’t want to talk about it because he finished raising the zipper up my back. Once he was finished, I leaned forward to try and find my crumpled panties. Feeling blindly along the floor, I sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Finding black panties on a black limo floor is harder than I thought.”
“Shit, I’d turn the lights on, but…” I glanced over my shoulder. Although he’d gotten rid of the condom, he still hadn’t gotten his pants back up yet.
At the feel of lace, I shook my head. “Got them.” I collapsed back on the seat before shimmying them back up my thighs. AJ watched my every move. After I readjusted my dress, I cocked my brows at him. “Quit eye-balling me and fix your shirt.”
He responded with a bark of a laugh. Grabbing my purse, I dug out my brush, lipstick and body spray. As AJ readjusted his tie and tucked his shirt in his pants, I went about trying to make my appearance a little less ‘I just screwed my eyes out in the back of a Hummer limo’. After spritzing my thighs and arms with the body spray, I reached over and sprayed AJ.
“What the fuck?” He sniffed his shirt. “I smell like a chick.”
“Better than smelling like sex.”
A smirk curved on his lips. “That happens to be one of my favorite scents.”
Out of my purse, I produced some hand sanitizer. As he eyed me suspiciously, I patted one of my hands over his mouth and cheeks like aftershave. “Ow! That burns like hell,” he whined.
“Yeah, well, I know sex is one of your favorite smells, but I’m not going in a restaurant with you if you’re smelling like sex and…” I trailed off, not wanting to say the word.
“Pussy?” he questioned.
With a grimace, I replied. “Yes.”
“Whatever.”
Cocking my head at him, I asked, “So sex isn’t your top scent, huh?”
He shrugged. “Nah, probably Top Five. I gotta give props to some others like my drum set and my abuela’s tamales.”
“Speaking of tamales, are we eating Mexican tonight?”
“Actually, we’re eating at my favorite Italian restaurant. I figured with you being Sicilian, you’d probably like that.”
“I do.”
“Then for dessert, we’re going down the block to my favorite Mexican café. They make Flan that melts in your mouth. It’s fucking fabulous.”
I shuddered as an eerie feeling came over me. No, it couldn’t be. Out of all the restaurants in the entire city, it couldn’t be possible that AJ had picked my family’s restaurant to eat at. But then again what were the odds of an Italian and Mexican place on the same street? “Where are we eating?”
“Mama Sofia’s. You know it?”
I gulped down the rising bile in my throat. “Yeah, it’s my dad’s.”
6
My eyes widened at Mia’s revelation. “You’re shitting me.”
“Sadly, I’m not.”
Glancing from her to the building, I shook my head. “Why do you look so upset? Mama Sofia’s is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s one helluva gold mine for your family I bet.”
“Yes, it is,” she replied modestly.
“Seriously, Mia, this place is awesome—I mean, not only is the food amazing, but everyone who works there is fabulous. You come from good people.”
“Thanks.”
Then it hit me. “Wait a minute. You’re Duke’s daughter?”
Mia paled a little further. “Yes.”
“Fuck me, this is intense.”
“I guess this means besides being a connoisseur of Italian food, you’re also a traitor to your culture by liking American football?”
I laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could say it like that. But come on, your dad’s a legend around these parts.”
With a shadow of a smile, Mia replied, “Not to mention his face is plastered all over the back wall of the restaurant.”
“And for good reason.” Enzo aka ‘Duke’ Martinelli had been one of the best wide receivers the Atlanta Falcons had back in the late 70’s and early 80’s. An injury had taken him out of the professional football arena, so after spending a few years teaching and coaching, he’d started a restaurant on the side with his parents. That had grown into what was now Mama Sofia’s. I’d gotten the lowdown one night when after casually asking to meet Duke, he came out and had dinner with me. “Your dad is amazing.”
“Wait, you know, know him?”
“Oh yeah.”
Bringing her hand to her forehead, Mia leaned back against the seat. “This is a nightmare.”
“It shouldn’t be. He really likes me.”
Mia closed her eyes. “Even worse,” she said in a whisper.
Benny interrupted us by knocking on the door. “Ready sir?”
After I nudged her, I gave Mia an encouraging smile. “Come on, I’m starving. You made me work up one helluva an appetite.”
I hopped out first before turning back to offer Mia my hand. As she slipped her hand in mine, her complexion had turned positively green. Her first steps out onto the pavement were wobbly, and I wondered if they were from our previous activities or from nerves? Bringing her hand to my lips, I kissed her fingers. “Look, cariño, if you’re going to be this uncomfortable being seen with me around your family, we can eat somewhere else.”
“Everywhere else will be slammed at this time.” She gave a slight shake of her head before swallowing hard. “We might as well go in.” She sounded like someone headed off for an execution, rather than dinner.
“Alrighty then.” I turned back to Benny. “I’ll have them send out a menu for you. Get whatever you like.”
His eyes widened. “Oh, that’s not necessary.”
I grinned. “With what I’ve put you through, I think you’ve more than earned yourself a dinner.”
He chuckled. “Thank you, sir.”
Placing my hand on the small of Mia’s back, I led her to the front of the restaurant. When I held the door open for her, she refused to step inside. Instead, it was like she preferred to hide behind me. With a sigh, I ducked inside and let her follow me. Looming over the hostess stand was my buddy, Angelo. At the sight o
f me, a grin spread on his cheeks. “Hey stranger, long time no see. I thought I saw your name on the books tonight.”
We gave each other an enthusiastic handshake. “Good to see you, man.”
“I gotta say that the new album is fucking kickass.” At his cursing, he quickly glanced around. When he saw no one had caught him, he added, “Seriously.”
“Thanks. I’d like to take credit, but that always goes to Jake and Brayden for their songwriting skills—well, and this time Abby.”
“Yeah, that duet is killer.” Peering over my shoulder, he asked, “Ah, you have a lucky lady with you tonight. I’m used to you flying solo with us.”
“Um, yeah,” I murmured, rubbing my neck furiously while trying to figure how to play this off. When Mia continued hiding behind me, I laughed. “She’s a little shy.”
Recognition flooded Angelo’s face. “Mia?”
“Yeah,” she squeaked.
Angelo’s almost unibrow furrowed. “You’re with AJ?”
“Sort of.”
It took a moment before a beaming smile lit up his face. “Holy shit, you two are dating?”
I started to open my mouth, but Mia surprised me by stepping in front of me. Plastering on a smile, she said, “Actually, I was hoping to fix him up with Dee, but he got called in to take someone’s shift.”
Angelo’s tan face paled considerably as he glanced back and forth between Mia and me. “AJ, I didn’t know you were…” He appeared to be struggling with the words. “Um…out.”
“Me either,” I hissed through clenched teeth. When I shot Mia a death glare, she cowered a little. “How about that table, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Angelo fumbled with two menus before handing them over to the seating hostess. “Have a good dinner.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled. I could feel his heated gaze on me as we made our way through the packed restaurant. Boisterous conversations and clanging silverware assaulted my ears. The hostess escorted us over to a secluded corner booth. Candles burned in the red votive candles, giving off the highest romantic vibe. “Enjoy your meal,” she smiled at Mia before glancing over at me.
“Thank you, Gabriella.”
