Licentious

by Jen Cousineau

  Slowly closing the door behind me, I turn into an expansive open floor loft. Brick walls, concrete floor, open ceiling. It must cost a fortune to heat in the winter.

  I see a red metal door and nearly charge for it. Cracking it open, I see that it’s a hallway to a large staircase that must lead to the exit. Thank God.

  *****

  I have to admit, I was slightly jealous of the loft. I would love a place like that, but if I’m honest with myself, I don’t need much. I work, I volunteer at random places every once in a while, and I read. I’m a sucker for a good smut book. From time to time, I go out and get shitty drunk, and then forget about life.

  Walking into my small space, I look around at the tidy and cozy living room, galley kitchen, and small dining area. Simple. A basic grey couch, black coffee table, a matching end-table, and TV console decorates the living room with a few odd and end trinkets scattered throughout. A round black dining table fills the eating area and my white kitchen only sports a coffee maker on the counter. I don’t need much of anything else.

  I walk through the living room, down the small hallway and into my bedroom. I strip my clothes, throwing them into my laundry basket that rests on the floor in my closet. Heading to the bathroom, I turn the shower on and step in, allowing the hot water to relieve some of the delightful soreness. As the water cascades around me, my core stirs with an achy need. My vag is sore, causing me to wonder just how good last night really was.

  My mind fills with fantasies of Alé’s mouth and hands gliding over me. My hands roaming over his taught muscles, my tongue tasting the slight sheen of sweat covering his skin. His large hands slowly making their way from my hips up my stomach. One settles at my breast while the other continues its journey up to the back of my neck, stopping at the base of my hair, wrapping it around his fist, and yanking back, causing my chin to tip up, exposing my neck for his mouth.

  My hands roam on their own accord, slipping in between my wet heat. The pads of my fingers teasing my clit before delving deep inside. A moan escapes my throat as I imagine Alé pushing me against the cool tile of the shower. His mouth claims mine before dropping to his knees, my leg finding its home over his shoulder. His tongue goes to work licking and sucking my clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. His experienced hands caress my breasts, rolling my nipples in between his fingertips.

  My muscles tense and small shudders begin to etch their way through me. My eyes open to meet Alé’s, only to be greeted by the sight of numerous scars covering my stomach. My orgasm disintegrates instantly with the slap of reality forcing its way through. I quickly withdraw my hands as if my skin burns at the touch. I raise my hand up and slap the tile hard in aggravation before I can think twice about it. Fuck.

  ****

  Pulling up to the address Frank gave me, my mouth gapes open in awe. They don’t live in a mansion, but it’s obvious to the eye that they clearly have money. The landscaping is breathtaking with pines and maples creating a veil of privacy. The stamped concrete completes the simplicity perfectly. The house is a bluish-grey with black trim and shutters, and appears so tall and long that I can’t even begin to imagine what they possibly could own to fill such a space. A red door completes the package.

  I wonder how they decorate the house during the Christmas season. I bet it’s even more beautiful than it appears right now. I can imagine a giant wreath hanging against the red door. White twinkling lights hung strategically and shimmering through fresh fallen snow. The thought makes my heart ache. Jealousy twinges deep in my gut as I think about them spending the holidays as a perfect, close-knit, loving family in a perfect fucking house.

  My eye catches movement on the left side of the house pulling me from my pity party. Averting my gaze to get a better look, I take in the man who gives Adonis a run for his money. His muscles are rippling out of his tight back muscle tee. Tattoos cover his arms. Light, worn denim jeans are pulled tight against his muscular thighs. A scowl is worn openly on his face while dark shades conceal his dangerous dark eyes.

  Alé.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Aléssandro

  I’m twenty-nine and live at home. I used to dream of moving away for this life, coming home to open arms during the holidays. I planned to move to NYC for school, wanting to be a doctor where the world is constantly busy. Ever since my brother Frank was killed a while back, my plans changed. Ma told me that she would be happy with any route I chose, but I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to stay. At the time, Maria’s health wasn’t the best, jumping from one fad to the next, just trying to fit in. Nina was still young, and Enedina was just hitting those awkward years.

  Dad and Uncle Jack had approached me a few weeks before I was scheduled to leave for school proposing a deal that I just couldn’t say no to. Not that it was a sweet deal, but more that I felt obligated. That’s family for you. My one stipulation to stay home was that I got the guest house that looks out over the pool. Now, every morning, I allow myself an hour to clear my thoughts while I mindlessly swim laps. On my double days, I utilize the gym we created last summer for the girls—who have yet to use it.

  I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Stepping out of the bathroom, my eyes catch sight of the red, lace thong resting against my blue comforter. I walk over and pick them up, spinning them around my finger. I can’t stifle the grin that splits my face as memories of last night consume me. I saw these on the floor of Tommy’s guest bedroom while I was getting dressed this morning to head home and decided to pocket them. God, she was amazing. Better than I expected, yet something about the experience was off. We were both hammered, but I thought we were on the same page. Needless to say, when I woke up to the other side of the bed empty, it was like a punch to the gut. I searched around for a note or a number left behind… nothing. She left nothing. Now I know how that preppy douchebag felt. I got played.

  Anger consumes me once again as I consider making it over to the gym for a few rounds with the heavy bag. But then I remember that Joey’s coming over for her first session with Maria soon. I’d rather go over and poke around. See what’s up. Maybe figure out why she slipped out in the middle of the night.

  I toss the thong back on my bed and slip on my favorite pair of jeans, a black tee, and black boots. Sliding my wallet, keys, and phone in my jean pockets, I slip on my shades before heading toward the door. On second thought, I walk back to the bedroom, grab her panties from my bed, and stuff those in my pocket. You never know. I smile internally before heading outside.

  I hear a screech of breaks pierce the air before the sound ceases. Instead of entering through the back of the house, I decide to walk around to the front. An old, beat-up Cavalier, which I assume used to be a stunning shade of red, is sitting at the side of the driveway. As I take a few steps closer, I realize it’s Joey. I can’t help the frown forming on my face, the feeling of anger simmering in my gut. I wonder if she’s going to pretend that nothing happened. This should be fun, I think as a wide grin starts to appear on my face. I see her turn away from me as if I’m not even here. Oh, yeah. This will definitely be fun.

  I walk up to her car and knock on the window, causing her to jump as she turns in my direction, her hand flying to her chest. I reach down for the handle of the door and open it. Leaning half in, I shoot her a grin. “Sorry, didn’t think I was that scary. Besides,” I pause looking her over, “we both know that you saw me.” I wink before realizing that I still have my shades on. “Do you need help with anything?”

  “Sorry, I just didn’t think you were going to appear at the door.” She slightly shakes her head before shooting me an awkward smile. “Umm. No, I’m good. I don’t really have anything with me. Figured we can utilize the options you all have here,” she tells me as she steps out, turning back around to bend over the driver’s seat to reach something in the car. She’s decked out in tight black pants that come to about mid-calf. She certainly has a decadent ass that should be worshipped daily. Her long,
tanned legs have nowhere to hide under the material. When she stands up again, I see the muscles in her back and arms are pronounced under a hot pink racer back tank. Her hair is thrown up into a ponytail on top of her head, revealing the small hickey I left at the base of her hair last night. I bet she doesn’t even know. I smile wide, gesturing for her to lead the way. I see her brows lift above the top of her shades before she steps past me. I can feel her body heat as she passes even though technically we didn’t touch. The smell of her perfume causes my cock to stir. Peaches and vanilla.

  “Do you live here?” she turns to ask me as we reach the door.

  “Yeah, in the guest house around back,” I nod as I allow my arm to brush against her stomach to open the door. As soon as my arm makes contact, I feel her body tense against mine. Interesting. I shove the door open, gesturing for her to enter as I check out the two perfect globes before me again. My tongue aches to be buried in her. Just one more taste.

  Shutting the door behind me, I turn to Joey to see her openly checking me out. Her eyes, which I assume were on my ass, are now at direct fire to my dick. I clear my throat gaining her attention.

  She clears her throat. “I’m sorry, I must’ve… zoned,” she tells me as her cheeks display her embarrassment.

  I walk up to her until our chests are just about to touch. I lean forward until my mouth is just a breath away from her ear, and say, “If you want it, all you have to do is ask.” I hear her gasp before taking a step back.

  “Excuse me?” she snaps, her eyes narrowing with malice I’m sure is intended just for me.

  “What?” I smirk as I step closer to her again, my hands on her hips, dipping my head down until our mouths are aligned. “You didn’t mind the dirty talk last night. In fact, you begged me for more,” I whisper against her lips.

  I see her eyes flash with heat, her cerulean blues growing darker with every breath. I reach into my pocket, hooking my finger into the panties, and pull them out, holding them up right next to our faces. I can smell her arousal from last night still lingering on them. Instantly, my cock is hard, and I have to force myself to grit through it.

  “Missing something?” I nearly growl before flicking my gaze to her thong and then back to her face. Her gaze follows mine, eyes widening at the sight of her thong in plain sight for all to see.

  “Alé!” she whispers harshly, yanking them from my grip. “Do you mind? What… how…” she pauses, her mouth perfectly open that if we were alone, I’d shove my cock in it for her. “It was you!” she says as if it’s such a bad thing, her hand coming to cover her mouth.

  “You seriously don’t remember?” I ask her unsure if this is just another game. Did she not see me when she got up this morning?

  “No! I don’t remember much after Cam left last night. I woke up this morning, saw the back of a guy toward me, grabbed my shit and left,” she whispers back to me. “Take these, I have nowhere to put them right now,” she presses herself up to me and shoves the panties into my pocket. The feel of her body up against mine has my dick weeping. God, I need this girl again.

  “No problem.” I grin. “I have no issue with keeping them as a souvenir. In my car. From the mirror,” I tell her before turning and leading the way to where I can smell breakfast being prepared.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Joey

  Oh, my fucking God! I slept with Alé! I cannot believe I slept with a client’s family member. That’s just not okay. Cam’s going to have my ass if he finds out. I follow Alé through the house, wishing he would slow down so I could take it all in. It’s a traditional home with dark hardwood floors throughout. A beautiful open staircase leading upstairs with open spindle railings that resemble a balcony before leading to various doors. Beautiful paintings with vibrant color decorate the walls along with numerous family photographs in eloquent frames. Mrs. De Luca sure has exquisite taste.

  “Look who I found,” Alé’s deep, gravelly voice announces. I can’t help the butterflies that seem to be awakening in me. Alé steps to the side and allows me to enter the kitchen first. This is a dream kitchen—white cabinets, some with glass plated doors, others closed tight. The counters are butcher block, and a matching island sits in the center. Pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, beautiful brick backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and a farmhouse sink. The island is surrounded with numerous stools. So many you’d think they have a party every night. The walls are painted a light sage green, with traditional Italian artwork. A large distressed pine table that has bench seating on both sides, and captain’s chairs flanking the ends. A gorgeous, colorful fruit bowl graces the middle.

  “Wow,” I breathe. “I’m sorry, I just…” I shake my head. “Your home is beautiful,” I whisper.

  “You must be Joey,” a shorter woman comes to stand before me. She barely meets my shoulder. She has dark brown hair, warm chocolate brown eyes that crinkle at the outer edges, a wide friendly smile, and a bit softer body build. She reaches toward me to embrace me in a hug. I feel my body stiffen before relaxing again as she kisses my cheek before stepping back. I hate being touched. It’s not a huge deal with Addison or Cam, but that’s because I’ve known them for so long. It took a while to get to that point, but people I don’t know, or haven’t known long freaks me the fuck out! I try to hide it as best I can, and usually, people can’t tell. And when I need to get laid, I just pour the drinks back until I know that I’m too inebriated to care.

  “Yes, ma’am,” I smile at her. “You must be Mrs. De Luca?”

  “Si, but please call me Rosetta.” She smiles. Her voice is friendly with a thick Italian accent. “I just finished making breakfast. Please join us.” She waves toward several people who have now gathered around the island.

  “It smells delicious, but I already ate. I’m so sorry.” I shoot her a sympathetic look as I could muster. It really does smell delicious, but I can also smell the thousands of calories that are lingering and waiting to be eaten. No thank you.

  “Nonsense. Come sit, come sit.” She waves her hand to follow.

  I jump when Alé places his hands on my upper arms. His breath hot against the back of my ear. “You’re not going to win with her, Joey. No one ever does.” He snickers. “And stop being so damn jumpy,” he growls with a light squeeze on my arms before letting go and ushering me forward.

  I stand at the island and look around trying to figure out who everyone is. I know Alé, Frank, and now Rosetta. There are three women who I don’t recognize, but clearly, they must be the three daughters that Frank had talked about last night.

  “Joey,” Frank says warmly. “So nice to see you again. These are my daughters, Nina.” He gestures toward a teenage girl who is the spitting image of her mother. Warm, chocolate brown eyes, smooth tanned skin, full lips framing a warm beautiful smile, and dark brown hair. Where Rosetta has hers in a bob-cut, Nina has it long and loose, flowing down her back. We exchange a smile before Frank introduces Enedina and Maria to me. Enedina is tall like Alé and Nina, with short wispy, dark brown hair with red high lights. Her eyes are similar to Alé’s being near black. Maria is short and softer like Rosetta, warm, chocolate brown eyes, and with long, thick curly black hair.

  “Hello,” I nod and smile politely.

  “I was just telling Maria that I had hired you and she’s excited to have someone there to motivate her and train her right,” Frank tells me as he rests a hand on a smiling Maria’s shoulder.

  “Yes, I am excited. Nervous really,” she admits looking down, fumbling with her fingers.

  “Don’t be nervous, Maria. We’re going to find a plan that’s catered to you. That way it’s more realistic. We’ll go over meals, healthier options for foods you love, and different forms of exercise. It’s honestly all trial and error,” I reassure her. “When is the wedding?”

  “Five months exactly,” she answers nervously.

  “Are you kiddin’ me? You’re gorgeous! As long as we find something that you like and are willing to stick to it,
you’re going to be fine.” I wink at her. “So a December wedding?”

  “Yeah, I love winter,” she says, lighting the room up with her mega-watt smile. It’s almost weird how friendly they all are. Well, all but Tommy. And Alé, he kinda gets under my skin.

  “I’m sure that’ll make the pictures breathtaking if you do some outside. Everything white all around.” I smile at her before leaning slightly over my arms on the island top to smell the homemade blueberry muffins Rosetta just pulled from the oven. My Dad used to make blueberry muffins with Eve and me when we were kids every Saturday morning. It was one of my favorite traditions and one I miss the most doing with him.

  “So you are hungry?” Rosetta announces.

  “No, thank you. They just smell delicious,” I tell her.

  “Do you cook?” she asks as she hands a stack of plates to Alé.

  “Umm. Now and then.” I shrug.

  “Ah, your Madre cooks.” She smiles as she places silverware and napkins on the counter.

  “Uh. Yeah, something like that.” I shrug. “Can I help you with anything?”

  “No. No grazie,” she says warmly as she nearly shoos me away.

  I take a seat on the barstool, which is right between Alé and Nina. During breakfast, I nibble on a muffin and drink some coffee that Rosetta insisted that I have. Apparently, I’m ‘too thin.’ During breakfast, I find out that the De Luca’s own a restaurant called Luca’s, a gentlemen’s club downtown called Trick as well as ‘other establishments—including Monsoon. When Monsoon is mentioned, I place the last half of my muffin down on my plate. Just the mention of the place makes my stomach turn.

  I decide to change the subject all together and begin to discuss different substitutions of healthier options with everyone by using their breakfast as an example. Then proceeded to debate with Rosetta, as she believes her cooking is superb as is. I have no doubt that it is superb tasting, but superb for the body? Yeah, not so much.