by Selena Kitt
“Who was that?”
“I had a study group at noon,” I lied. “They were wondering where I was.”
“Why did you take the phone into the bathroom.”
“I had to pee.” I lied. “You know me, as soon as I get up, I have to go.” In fact, I had to go now. “Listen, I have to hop in the shower and get ready to go. Will you be okay here for a few hours?”
He shrugged. “I’ll just go get myself some lunch.”
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’ve got my English/Italian dictionary, don’t I?” He grinned. “And I can say hamburger e patatine fritte.”
I laughed. “That will get you a hamburger and fries.”
“Then I’m all set.”
I rushed through my shower, put on jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed my jacket, calling out to Mason, who was now in the shower himself, that I was leaving.
“I left a key on the table,” I called, peeking behind the curtain. His hair was all soapy, and the sight of the suds dripping down his chest, over the flat, ridges muscles of his abdomen, made my breath catch. I didn’t dare let my gaze dip lower.
“Thanks.” He rinsed, rubbing his eyes and blinking at me. He saw the way I was looking at him and grinned. “Sure you can’t stay a while?”
I thought of Nico waiting for me at the café and sighed. “Later. I’ll be back in a few hours. Can you feed Jezebel?”
“Sure.”
Nico was waiting already, although I was right on time. He smiled as I approached, rising to kiss my cheek and pull out my chair.
“Don’t say anything.” He held up a finger as I opened my mouth, which was probably a good thing, because I wasn’t sure what I was going to say anyway. “I want to apologize.”
I just sat and ordered a vanilla Coke, waiting for Nico to continue.
“You’re right, this whole trying to find a place for us is crazy.” He reached over and took my hand. “And you have become far more important to me than my mother or my family. I want you to know that.”
“Nico…”
“No, wait.” He turned my hand over in his, tracing the lines of my palm with his finger. “I’m going to look for a place. My own place. So we can stop this sneaking around.”
I blinked at him, stunned. I probably would have jumped up and hugged him if he’d delivered this news a few days ago. Now I could just sit and stare, a growing pit of anxiety settling in my stomach.
“I…” What could I say? I’d come here with the intention of telling him about Mason. I knew I should tell him the whole story, my entire history, strip myself bare before him.
The waiter came and I sipped my Coke, grateful for the interruption. He asked if we wanted to order food, but Nico paid for our drinks, telling him no.
“I’m hungry,” I protested.
“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled, standing and reaching for my hand.
“Where are we going?”
The gondola was waiting and he helped me into it.
“Al Ponte Antico.”
I stared at him. “The… hotel?”
“I rented a suite for the night.”
“But…” I thought of Mason, waiting for me back at my flat. What in the hell was I going to do now?
“It’s Saturday,” he reminded me. “You don’t have class.”
“No…” I swallowed, trying to think of something, anything.
“And I’m taking the day off.” He grinned down at me, triumphant. “Aren’t you happy?”
“Yes.” I bit my lip, seeing the glint in his eyes. “Of course I am.”
And part of me was. The other part of me was panicking like a kid realizing their winter sled was hurtling downhill off a cliff.
The hotel was one of the most expensive in Venice and I knew he must have practically emptied his savings account to afford it. Nico remarked on my suddenly quiet demeanor, but the truth was, I was overwhelmed with guilt. How could I possibly tell him no? But if I didn’t… what in the world was I going to do about Mason, back in my little room, with Cara Lucia patrolling the hallways?
“Do you want to eat first?” Nico offered, carrying a bag over his shoulder as we headed to the room.
Suddenly it occurred to me. “I don’t have a change of clothes.”
He smiled, taking out the key. “I took care of that.”
“How?” I followed him down the hallway.
“I bought you a few things.” He held up the bag as he worked the key in the door lock.
“Nico!” I blinked at him, still shocked by his revelation, and even more bowled over by the room when he opened the door. The suite was large, oriental rugs on the floors and a gold, ornate headboard over the huge bed. I couldn’t help rushing to the window, the sweeping view of the Grand Canal breathtaking before us, as if we could just walk out onto the water.
“You belong here.” Nico’s breath against the nape of my neck made me shiver.
“In Al Ponte Antico?”
“In Italy.” His arms went around my waist. “With me.”
And I knew he was right. My whole life I’d dreamed of this, living in the city where the streets were made of water and the buildings held the secrets of an ancient history like a pent up breath. There was no more beautiful, vibrant, living place for me than Venice, and I couldn’t imagine myself living anywhere else.
What was I going to do?
“Stay with me, Dani.” Nico nuzzled me, his words melting my heart. “I can’t live here without you anymore.”
“Don’t say that.” I turned, twining my arms around his neck. “We hardly know each other…”
He shook his head, his smile knowing and telling at the same time. “We know everything we need to know. And you know it.”
I did.
He kissed me, soft and slow and sweet, breathing me in. What girl could say no to him?
“I have something for you.” He went to his bag and dug through, holding a brown package out to me. “My sister helped me gauge your size.”
I looked at him, smiling. “What is it?”
“Something for you.” He sat down in one of the chairs, looking up at me, slowly unzipping his jeans. “And for me…”
“You want me to open it?”
“Go to the bathroom and put it on.”
I couldn’t resist. It was the finest, silkiest, sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen, all black. The corset had straps on the bottom for the silk stockings, the thong was black with two straps across each side and there were even a pair of sexy black heels included—just my size.
I knew he was out there waiting for me, but I took the time to clean up a bit once I had stripped down. Then I tried it all on, looking at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door, my breasts pushed up by the corset, nipples pursed and hard, my legs long and shapely, the heels making them even moreso.
When I opened the door, I found Nico still sitting in the chair still mostly dressed, his cock out, hard in his hand, waiting for me. His eyes darkened as I approached, his gaze sweeping over me in the outfit he’d chosen.
“You like what you see?” I cocked one hip, my hand resting there, smiling down at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply. “Turn around.”
I did as he asked, turning in a full, slow circle, facing him again.
“Bellisimo.” His cock was fisted tightly in his hand and just the sight of it made my knees weak. “I don’t know if I should fuck you or eat you.”
I grinned. “You can always do both.”
“Good idea.” He grabbed my hips, twisting me so my back was to him, using the flat of his hand to bend me forward. “Grab your ankles.”
I did, the blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy, my long, dark hair grazing the floor.
“You like the shoes?” His hands roamed over my ass, snapping the thong, moving down the smooth silk stockings on my legs.
“Love them,” I admitted, and from this angle, I had a great view. They were def
initely Italian in design, and not cheap. “Nico, you spoil me.”
“I’ve only just begun.” His fingers moved my panties aside and he slipped his tongue between my pussy lips from behind, spreading my ass with his palms.
I gasped at the sensation, the sweet press of his mouth against my flesh so overwhelming I almost lost my balance. He steadied me, spreading my legs wider, his tongue plunging, tasting me deeply. My thighs quivered and I gripped my ankles more tightly, arching my back to give him better access. He chuckled, running his tongue up and down my slit, making me moan and wiggle back against him.
“Oh god, I’m gonna pass out.”
“We can’t have that.” He pulled me back to sit in his lap, the teeth on the open zipper of his jeans biting my thighs, his hands tight on my hips. He rocked me against his cock. I could feel it pressed against the crack of my ass, riding along the string of the thong between my legs.
“You’re going to put a run in my stockings.”
He chuckled, reaching for the garter straps, undoing the front and then the back on my left leg, his hand sliding under the material, down the inside of my thigh. I shivered, closing my eyes, as his hand moved back up, cupping my mound and rocking me. His cock was so hard it felt like granite between us.
Then he undid the other one, his hand moving down the smooth expanse of my inner thigh to slide the stocking down, moving back up to nestle my mound in the palm of his hand. I turned my head and found his mouth, kissing him deeply, his tongue twining with mine. His hands moved up my waist, over the corset, fondling my breasts, our hips grinding in the chair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he gasped when we broke our kiss, looking down at me sprawled across his lap.
I lifted one of my legs, pulling my knee back so I could work the strap on my left shoe. It dropped to the floor and I slid the stocking down my calf. Then I did the other one, slowly sliding the stocking down to my ankle, Nico watching it the whole way. Then he stood me up again, this time turning me to face him, hands roaming over the length of my bare legs, up my hips to my breasts and back down again.
“Put the shoes back on.”
I smiled, stepping back into them and buckling the straps, two on the outside of each high heel.
“Spread your legs.”
I did, my hips jutting forward, watching his hand move up and down the length of his shaft as he looked up at me. His eyes were dark with lust, his lips slightly parted, so sexy sitting there with his jeans undone just enough for his cock to escape, his white button-down shirt untucked. I couldn’t think about anything else except how much I wanted him.
“Touch yourself.” His gaze fell between my legs to where the black triangle of the thong barely covered the swell of my bare pussy lips. “I want to watch.”
I slipped my hand under the elastic, my pussy already wet from his tongue, slippery with my juices. I found the hard button of my clit with one hand, nudging it back and forth, watching his eyes light up as I traced my nipple with my fingernail, making it pucker. I teased my pussy, making my first two fingers into a V and letting them ride down around the nub of my clit, rubbing myself like that, my hips rocking.
“Let me see.” Nico pulled the thong aside, biting his lip when he saw how my swollen pussy lips were parted for the press of my fingers. I slid the panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them, spreading my legs even wider this time. He groaned as I lifted my fingers to my mouth, licking my juices off them, sucking on them before sliding my hand back down to pay more attention to my pussy.
“Put your fingers inside,” he said, his breath coming in short pants, his hand moving faster up and down the length of his cock.
I put one high heel up on the arm of his chair, giving him a full view. “You do it.”
“Holy fuck.” He said this in English, his eyes glazed with hunger, on eye-level with my pussy. He parted me with his fingers, working them slowly in and then out, watching himself finger me. I rolled my hips forward, giving him better access, my head going back, a low moan escaping my throat. He was incredibly skilled, thumbing my clit as he rocked his hand against my pussy, his fingers doing things inside of me that drove me crazy.
“Sit on my face, Dani.” He pulled me toward him. “I have to taste you.”
He positioned me, knees on the arm of the chair, hands gripping the back, his mouth covering my slippery mound. His tongue worked its way to my clit, his fingers finding their mark again inside of me, the other hand cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple, a trifecta of sensation. My thighs quivered, my belly undulating, coming so close to climax I could almost taste it.
“Please,” I begged, my whole body tense, rocking. “Oh god, please! Please!”
Nico took me there, sucking my clit hard into his mouth, manipulating it with his tongue, making my pussy spasm in release around his plunging fingers. I cried out, my nails digging into the back of the chair, grinding my hips, shoving my whole pussy against his greedy mouth.
“Oh god!” I cried, shuddering still, sinking to the floor between his knees, now eye-level with his cock. I looked up to see his face glistening with my juices, his cock jutting up like a mast with no sail, waiting to be taken for a ride, and I couldn’t resist. Still dazed from my own orgasm, I took him into my mouth, the head slick with precum.
His hand moved through my hair, guiding me up and down his length, his hips beginning to thrust in rhythm. I made soft, happy noises in my throat, my nipples grazing his jean-clad thighs as I took his cock between my lips again and again, feeling the thick length of him sliding against my tongue. My pussy was still throbbing for him. I couldn’t believe how much he made me want him.
“I want you inside me.” I slapped the head of his cock against my cheek, teasing the tip with my tongue. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said in English. “Stand up.”
I did, and he stood with me, kissing me deeply, letting me taste my pussy on his tongue. Then he turned me around, pushing me further into the room. I thought he was taking me to the bed, but he walked me past it, toward the windows. They were covered by filmy white curtains, but he opened them, making me gasp and move to cover myself.
“I want the whole world to see you, bella,” he whispered into my ear from behind me, his cock riding between the crack of my ass as he pressed me up against the window. The view of the Grand Canal was beautiful, the sun glinting off the water, a water-taxi passing by as I watched. I was topless, the corset pushing my breasts up against the window sill.
“You’re crazy!” I gasped, but he threw the window open wide, and we both might have fallen out if it weren’t for the railing between us and the wide waterway. I grasped it, crying out as Nico shoved his cock into me from behind, thrusting up hard. His hand grabbed my hips for leverage, fucking me hard and deep and fast.
“Wait!” I cried, but he wouldn’t, and I couldn’t do anything but hang on, my breasts swaying in the cool April breeze, knowing that anyone could see us. “Oh god, no, no…”
“You feel so good,” he moaned, leaning over me, his pelvis molded to my ass, his cock buried to the hilt. “I’m going to come so hard inside of you.”
I moaned and gave in to the sensation, my knuckles gripping the railing so hard they were white, going up on my tiptoes, even in heels, to take more of him, all of him, as deeply as I could. My pussy swallowed him up like it had been starving for him, as hungry as I was for his cock, his cum. I fucked him back, grinding my ass into the saddle of his hips, crying out, not caring anymore who heard us, who saw.
“Make me come all over your cock!” I panted, not daring to close my eyes, even as close as I was to climax. The water lapped at the cement below us, licking the sides of the seawall like a dirty wet tongue. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come!”
He grunted and fucked me harder, deeper, a hand on my shoulder now for even better purchase. I could barely hold onto the railing, my back arched, my pussy stretched wide for the thrust of his cock. I was lost, gone,
being fucked on the banks of the Grand Canal in Venice and about to have the most intense orgasm of my life.
And I almost said Mason’s name.
It hovered on my lips, a low “Mmmmmmm” in my throat, and I kept it there, muffling my cries.
My climax hit like a shockwave, shuddering through me. If he hadn’t had me around the waist with one arm, I would have collapsed to my knees. My pussy clamped down on his swollen length, the motion just enough to send him over with me. I rode the pleasure waves, letting them wash over me again and again.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, feeling him slipping out of me, turning in his arms. He was grinning, panting, his eyes half closed, swinging the window shut and pulling me into his arms.
“You’re so incredible.” He kissed my cheek, my temple, my jaw, pulling me up so tight my feet left the floor. “I could eat you up.”
“You’re crazy.” I was laughing now in his arms, my heart still beating like bird’s wings in my chest. “You know that? You’re just crazy.”
“Crazy for you, yes.” He kissed me and I could feel the smile still on his lips. “Are you glad I rented the room now?”
I glanced back at the window, not open now, but the curtains still open. I wondered how many people had seen us, if the hotel would get calls or complaints.
“I’m not sorry,” I admitted, my weak knees finally giving out. I collapsed in the chair behind me, looking up at him with a half-smile.
“I’m glad.” He slid his jeans down his hips and I raised an eyebrow. He laughed. “I’m just going to take a shower before we go eat. Unless you want to go again…?”
I groaned, shaking my head. “Not yet.”
“But many more times,” he promised, a hand moving through my hair. “Today, tonight, tomorrow…”
I smiled, but guilt twisted a knife in my belly and I gritted my teeth through the pain as Nico went to the bathroom. I looked down at my outfit, cold now, and shivered. All I could think of was Mason, waiting back at my flat. I’d left him there to come here with Nico and had spent god only knows how long having sex. Now how was I supposed to tell Mason I wasn’t coming back tonight? Or how was I supposed to tell Nico I had to leave?
