by Nova Rain
A few slices of pizza later, my stomach had stopped growling and my heart was singing. I was looking at him, and I couldn’t help but think that there was just one thing left to complete the puzzle of a great night. At first, I considered stripping off for him, right then and there. All the same, I couldn’t. If I dared take my clothes off in the kitchen, we would wind up having sex on the table. He would swipe everything off and make a huge mess. I didn’t mind cleaning up, but I liked comfort. I wouldn’t find it by lying on a piece of wood. So, I excused myself and shuffled off to my bedroom.
Without wasting another moment, I began to undress myself, eager to finally have him. Pants, belt, blouse and underwear fell to the floor while I visualized myself bent over and him behind me. Naked, I climbed in bed, moved my legs apart and shouted:
“I lost my earring! Can you please come help me find it?”
Sitting in the middle of the bed, I leaned my fingers caressing my ribs. But, as I expected to catch the sound of his boots, something puzzled me. Instead of that, I heard a patter of feet. Donny’s nude, sculpted figure provided the answer. The V-shape of his chest tempted me to jump and run over to him. Rock-hard abs, bulging biceps and broad shoulders beckoned, sending waves of wetness rolling down my thighs.
I swallowed hard, struggling to stay put. “I think I need to work on my seduction techniques.”
“With that killer body?” Donny pointed down at me, moving towards the bed. “You don’t need any. Nah. You don’t need any.”
Joining me, he crawled up to the top of the bed. I felt his fingers curling around my wrists. A short laugh escaped me, the moment he eased me back. I reached back and pushed my hair aside to expose my neck, his chest pressing against my body. Leaning forward, he slid his arms around me.
“I love it when you hold me like that,” I whispered, tilting my head back as his soft lips landed on my shoulder. “God, you’re so warm.”
“I don’t know what to do to you first.” He uttered in a bass-deep tone, trailing his fingers up my forearms.
“Use your imagination,” I urged, resting my head on the nape between his chest and his shoulder.
A sly smile served as his response. He trapped a small portion of my chin between his lips and then moved up. I welcomed his tender kiss and eased up my hand. I feathered my fingers through his beard, his scent starting to pour through my nostrils. He flexed his arm muscles around me, intensifying that sweet sense of security. I was just lying there, helpless in a bubble of gentleness and care. Slow, deliberate movements of his lips released his sweet taste into my mouth, his hands gliding past my arms. I stroked his cheek, his fingertips mapping out the outsides of my breasts.
“So soft…” He let out a tantalizing whisper, making me cup his face harder. My legs twitched in anticipation, eager for the rest of this sensual feast. Donny splayed his fingers over my breasts, his tongue gliding past the seam of my mouth. He held on and pressed them together once, my nipples caught between his fingers. Goose bumps spread from my nipples over my chest, my body undulating on top of his. I squeezed my eyes shut, surrendering to the pleasure he was offering me.
“Donny…” I said, his name like a tender whimper on my lips; a demand for more of those amazing caresses. He caught my lower lip between his teeth, his hands continuing to stroke my flesh. A delicate pinch on the undersides of my breasts signaled an upward motion. He pushed them both up at the same time and let them fall heavily back into his hands. Encircling them again, he ran his thumbs over the peaks of my nipples. My breath was going out in a rush now. I arched my back, as if I meant to offer myself to him.
“That’s it, enjoy it you gorgeous little thing,” He unleashed his raspy voice once more, his right hand traveling down my stomach. His mouth leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my neck, he squeezed my skin, before the tip of his middle finger found my clit. “I’m going to pin you right here, until I make you cum with my fingers.”
A gasp shot out of my mouth at his words. Donny knew the right things to say to get me closer and closer to the edge. His left hand on my breast, he let his fingertips skim over my clit, the tip of his tongue close in on my ear. Pressing his palm to my slit, he held me closer, the way I needed him to. My juices moistened his fingers, and I tossed my arm around his neck. He covered my mouth with his, my body tightening as he sought my entrance. I let out a long, loud moan, feeling him slide past my outer pussy lips.
“You want to make me cum?” I asked and then swiped my tongue along his bottom lip. “Do it.”
“Yes,” he grunted, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face. I felt his manhood against my lower back. Long and hard, ready to offer me more heavenly moments of satisfaction. I spread my legs, bringing my gaze down. He pushed a second finger halfway into me, the slow withdrawal acting like some sort of punishment. But, before I could protest, I watched them both going back in, this time all the way.
“Oooh, yeah!” I moaned in his face. “Faster, baby! Come on, fuck me faster.”
Claiming my lips yet again, he used his thumb to rub circles over my clit. Whimpers of helplessness were flying out of me, Donny catching each one of them with his mouth. I could hear the sounds of his penetration as he toyed with me. Because that’s what he was doing. Toying with me. Playing with my senses, without anything in this for himself, other than a raging erection. He was rock-hard now, his pre-cum moistening the skin of my back. The veins in his hand were bulging, all of his fingers working together to lead me to the realm of ecstasy. He let go of my clit and placed his thumb over my sex. My mouth shot open, my eyes remaining shut as the heel of his palm slapped against my groin.
“I want to feel everything.”
This little phrase finished me off. My orgasm wound within me, crashing over me in wave after wave of delectable pleasure. Donny let the sounds of my climax run wildly across my bedroom, ending this ritual with more kisses down the side of my neck.
My muscles relaxed for a few moments while I stared at his face with lust-filled eyes. Yet, the wetness in my core didn’t allow me time for a break. My insides were burning with desire. And it was this sensation that drove me to turn in his embrace. I kissed his chin, holding on to his arms as I put my legs back down on the sheets. I brought my crotch over his, our gazes locked with one another. I closed my eyes and breathed out hard, feeling his big, stiff cock at my entrance. I didn’t let him take control. In a quick move, I lowered myself onto him, his loud groan giving me a sense of satisfaction.
“See how wet I am for you, baby,” I spoke in a husky voice, curving my arms around his upper back.
“You’d better be ready for more,” Donny murmured, leaning forward over my breasts. With his hands on either hip, he pushed me up. His mouth on the outside of my breast, he shoved me back down, forcing a sharp moan from me. Thick, ample inches filling me up, I lost the will to control anything. I gripped his shoulder blades, digging my nails into his skin, his mouth roaming my chest. I leaned forward, feeling his hands on my ass cheeks. He splayed his fingers over them and grabbed my flesh, grunting with satisfaction. Buried deep inside of me, he released them and put his hands back on my hips. Donny repeated the same move that paralyzed my limbs. I threw my head back, the second time my crotch crashed against his. Now, he didn’t have the will to pause. Maintaining a steady rhythm, he dominated me, thrusting in and out of my drenched pussy. My insides clinging to his shaft, I let his fury carry me away into the world of lust. Every time he shoved me down, he bucked, making sure to give me all of his inches. And my God, they were doing the trick… Each thrust brought more heat into my core, making me believe that I was melting away. I held onto him and looked down at his face, his mouth surrounding the globe of my breast. He sucked it in, sparking my desire to watch him.
Impossible.
His huge cock was pulsing within me, sending my senses into delirium. I felt my ass cheeks rippling and wobbling, our moans competing with each other in volume and wildness. He wasn’t relenting; neither di
d I want him to. His pounding was like sweet drops of domination, sprinkled with huge doses of sensuality and passion. Another orgasm stunned every fiber of my existence, ripping through me like a bolt of lightning. My core shivered hard on top of him, glutes and thigh muscles shaking in its wake. Donny tossed his head back, reaching his fulfilment amid deep groans and grunts. I felt his warm, thick juices mixing with my own, watching the wild flexing of his chest muscles. I dropped to the bed and snuggled up against him, his stomach rising and falling under my hand.
“I missed you,” I purred, laying a kiss on his chest.
“I missed you, too,” he admitted, smiling down at me. “And I’m sorry, but we may miss each other more in the days to come.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, curiosity sending my voice up an octave.
He sucked in a deep breath. “Do you remember the heist I pulled with Bryan and Joe last summer?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, it turns out the guy behind the bombing in Joe’s mall and the shooting in Tribeca is the owner of the casino that money was from,” he informed me, his smile fading. “He’s hell-bent on taking us out. He even threatened my boss with a war. Maltese gave us a week to deal with him. So, the boys and I want to go to Vegas to take care of this.”
“And the problem is…?” I raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he was trying to say.
“I don’t know if you tagging along is a good idea,” he explained, his face twisting into an expression of concern. “I mean, I want you to, but I need to focus on the operation. You might distract me. On the other hand, you staying here might distract me even more. That son of a bitch could send his goons after you.”
“I think it’s best if we stay close to each other.” I gave him my opinion, my tone steady. “Don’t worry about me. I promise to stay out of your hair.”
“Good,” he praised, his smile coming back. “It’s great; you’ll keep Michelle busy. You won’t believe what a pain in the ass she was during our road trip to San Antonio. I’m surprised Joe didn’t throw her out of the van. It crossed my mind.”
“That’s why you want to take me with?” I teased him with a wicked smile as I craned my neck slightly. “To keep my pesky friend busy?”
“No,” he whispered, looking up at me. “I want to take you with, so I can torture you in every single motel we spend the night.”
“If by ‘torture’ you mean masturbating me the way you just did, have at it,” I dared him, gliding my hand up his body.
“That’s just one of my moves.” He raised his index finger in the air. “And trust me, I’ve got a lot of moves.”
“I can’t wait for you to show me, but you’re going on a mission, Mr. Falcone.” I reminded him. “You’d better keep your head in the game.”
“Will do,” he assured. “Right now, I’d rather keep it somewhere else.”
He flipped over to his side and pushed me down on my back. Rolling on top of me, he kissed me in the middle of my chest, the soft hairs of his beard tickling me.
“Oh, Donny…” I whispered, closing my eyes against how good it felt to have his full lips on my skin. He bypassed my bellybutton, making his way down to my core, while I braced myself for another amazing encounter with him. I wanted all of him this night. His body in my bed, and his heart and mind figuring out more ways to please me. I wouldn’t have any of those for days, although we would spend quite a few nights together. Donny would be distracted. My only hope was that the mission he was about to undertake would not claim more than just his focus.
Chapter Twenty-One
Donny
For the first time ever, my gut feeling was wrong about someone.
Ava had done a lot for all three of us to hate her guts. First of all, she had let Michelle know about who Joe really was and what he did for a living. Although it had been over between them at the time, she had meddled with those two for no reason.
Her general attitude towards us hadn’t been what you’d call “nice.” Almost every time we met with our friends, she’d just mumbled a “hello” and preferred to talk to Michelle. Bryan and I seemed invisible to her.
Still, she wasn’t the stuck-up bitch I’d thought she was. A little bit of cooking, some messing around and some sex revealed someone a lot different: mellow, sweet and with a great sense of humor. She didn’t raise her voice, not even when I tickled her more than I should have. All she did was slap away my wrist, and it was so soft that it didn’t bother me one bit.
We clicked. I had the same feeling during our first night together, but anyone can get along well with someone drowning in sorrow. They just have to listen to them and be patient. This time, she wasn’t sad. She was in a great mood, which got even better as minutes and hours flew by with her.
It’s not often you click with someone. It takes years to find a woman you can connect with. I should be thrilled, right?
Wrong.
I was happy, I was enjoying myself, but an awful memory was holding me back. I had found someone I clicked with. She had been my girlfriend a lot longer than Ava, and we used to have just as much fun. Our breakup on the other hand, wasn’t fun at all. It was ugly, topped with loads and loads of nastiness. Deep down, I was afraid that the end of my relationship with Ava would be similar.
Of course, I didn’t tell her that morning. My girl was in great spirits, packing two suitcases and chattering non-stop about the things we would do in Las Vegas. To my satisfaction, she didn’t mention the word “gambling.” She spoke of fancy hotel suites, spas, swimming pools and driving around in Sin City. How she would stay away from casinos was a mystery to me, but there wasn’t much I could do about that. Ava had stated her intentions, and I had to trust her. I would talk to her about my fears some other day; just not this day.
When my car rolled into Joe’s neighborhood that morning, I thought he and Michelle were playing a joke on me. Both of them were on the curb right outside their house. Joe’s girlfriend had three suitcases behind her, while my friend yelled at her. Keeping my silence, I got out of the car to hear why those two were arguing this time.
“Forget you’re coming with, Michelle.”
“How those two are still together, I will never know,” Ava commented, leaning against the passenger door.
“Morning, lovebirds.” I smiled, pacing towards Joe. “What’s going on?”
“I want to come to Vegas with you, but Joe won’t let me,” Michelle interjected, disappointment darkening her gaze.
“Why not?” I shrugged my shoulders, turning my eyes to my friend.
“Are you kidding me?!” He exclaimed. “Look…” He lowered his voice and threw a few, cautious glances around him. “This isn’t a field trip, man. We’re taking on an arch criminal here. And do you really want to take a gambler to Vegas? How do you think that’s going to play out?”
“I don’t know, but look at her,” I urged, my voice but a whisper. “She’s very excited about this. What am I supposed to do? Tell her she can’t come because she might start gambling again?”
“I have a better idea,” Joe declared, reaching into the inner pocket of his coat. “You’re going to Barcelona,” he said to Michelle first, waving two plane tickets in the air, before looking over at Ava. “Both of you.”
“What?!” Michelle squeaked, staring at him with wide open eyes, while Ava slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “No way, mister. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, you are.” He disagreed. “Like I’ve told you a hundred times already, this isn’t a goddamn vacation. We’re going to risk our necks out there. Our enemies could try to hurt us through you. I don’t know about Donny, but I don’t want to take my chances.”
“Joe’s right,” I said, turning to Ava. “I’m sorry, babe. Things will get dicey. You can’t be around when they do.”
“Okay, but…” She paused, sadness spreading across her face. “Barcelona? That’s not even in the US for God’s sake!”
“It’s out of Howard’s r
each,” Joe saved me the trouble of having to explain why she and her friend had to go to Spain. “You’ll be safe there.”
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” Ava asked, sweetening her tone as she brought her gaze back to mine.
“Sorry, girl, you can’t get me like that,” I responded, sadness creeping into me. “We’ll go to Vegas together some other time.”
“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered, running her hands up my chest.
“I’ll miss you, too,” I muttered, the wetness in her eyes putting me in a difficult position. “Don’t be like that. Please?”
“I can’t help it. I like you, Donny,” she admitted, tears pooling in her eyes. “We have so much to do together. I don’t…” She faltered. “I don’t want to think we’ll never do them.”
“Then don’t,” I urged, my voice a tad stiffer. “I’m coming back to you, Ava. That’s a promise.”
She leaned in as I put my arms around her. I held her in my arms and kissed the top of her head, the coconut scent of her hair sweeping into my nostrils. So sweet, so intense that I wouldn’t take my lips off of her. Yet, the sound that escaped her in seconds forced me to end the moment. It was a sniffle. The situation was awkward enough. Lingering there would just make it worse.
“Call us when you land,” I requested, leaning back as Joe tossed a suitcase into the back of his Landcruiser. Ava nodded assent, wiping the tears off her face.
“Be careful,” she whispered with a sigh and waved at me.
I moved towards the car, wishing I didn’t have to leave her like that. I meant to take her with me, so I could watch over her. That way, I wouldn’t have to worry about her getting hurt. Still, we were heading to Las Vegas. It was unknown territory to all of us. It was also the worst place in the world for a recovering gambler. Ava’s passion could well drag her into a casino. In case she did go, there was a good chance I would never see her alive again. Vegas was Howard’s turf. He owned a casino, and had to have people everywhere in the city…
