“You look beautiful,” Jessica says, helping me clip the necklace. She slides it in place, the diamond pendant falling between my cleavage. “Bash is going to die when he sees you in this dress.” She tilts her head to the side to appraise my body, making me feel self-conscious.
“He picked it out, so I’m sure he will love it.”
“I’d be surprised if you make it to the restaurant in this. Girl, you look smoking hot.”
“Thanks, Jess.” I smile at her through the mirror in the bathroom and apply the red lipstick Bash had mentioned earlier. I’ve had the same shade since our freshman year, but I reserve it for special occasions. Tonight fits the bill.
“I’m just glad you’re not pissed at Clay and me for helping Bash out.” She shifts her stance, looking nervous.
“I can’t say I was thrilled when I found out that you had helped Bash, but now that we’re back together, I’m kind of happy that you got involved. I spent years hating his guts, only to find out that it was a complete misunderstanding.”
“I tried to tell you before, but you’re so stubborn you wouldn’t listen to me.”
“I guess I just didn’t want to believe that there was any good in him after what had happened, you know. I doubt that makes any sense to you, but that’s how I felt.”
She leans in to slide her arm across my back and into a hug. “It makes perfect sense. If I had found Clay in bed with another girl, I would’ve had a stroke. Trust me; we would not be together. Bash was telling you the truth. At least now you have closure on that part of your life, even if some of it is still painful for you.”
“I’m pretty much over it,” I confess because it’s the truth. “Now, we’re headed in the right direction.”
To move on with my life, I had to forgive Bash. My therapist said it was part of the healing process, and she was right. Once I had let Bash go, the wounds left open by him closed up over time until I’d gotten to the point that I didn’t even think about him anymore. That is until he stumbled back into my life, taking my world by storm.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Jessica says, jumping from the pounding on the front door. “That must be Bash. I’ll get it so that you can make your grand entrance.”
Jessica smiles at me once more before she leaves to answer the door. I stare into the mirror, blinking a few times as I apply another coat of mascara to my lashes. The last time I had worn makeup was at least six months ago when Jessica had asked me to attend some family function at her house. Staring at my reflection, I don’t look much like myself with all the shades of pink and gray, my skin tone almost flawless with all the concealer and blush Jessica had applied to my face.
Once I hear Bash’s deep voice, I fix my dress, tugging at the hem, before I come out from hiding in the bathroom. With such a small apartment, it only takes a few more steps, my heels clicking loudly on the tile, until I reach the kitchen area that connects to our living room. Jessica and Bash chat about Clay and the team on the couch, laughing and joking with one another. Not until I clear my throat do they snap out of their conversation and look up at me.
Bash comes to a standing at once, his eyes as wide as his mouth, as he takes in the sight of me. “Wow!” At first, he doesn’t utter another word, a beat passing between us.
I move into the room, stopping in front of the coffee table with my eyes trained on Bash. He looks handsome, so put together and dressed to the nines. Not like I had expected anything short of perfection.
He steps around the table and grips my hip to pull me closer. “You look beautiful, Tori.”
“Thanks,” I say. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Well, coming from you, I guess I will take that as a compliment.”
Bash bends down to plant a soft kiss on my lips, lingering for a few seconds too long. His touch goes right to my core, blazing a trail of heat down my arms in the process. He knows what he’s doing because he flashes one of those sexy-as-fuck grins at me.
“You two have fun,” Jessica says, interrupting our intense stare down.
“We will,” Bash shoots back with sarcasm in his tone. “Don’t wait up.”
“I’m staying with Clay tonight, so you guys have the whole place to yourselves.”
Bash doesn’t say anything in response. In fact, he looks as though he’s hiding something, which tells me he has something else up his sleeve for the night. I don’t even bother to ask. A wave of excitement rushes through me as if this is the first time I am going to have sex with Bash. It sure as hell feels like it after so many years apart.
We leave the apartment in almost silence, both of us a lot more nervous about this date than we had anticipated. The crazy thing is Bash never gets nervous about anything, so his reaction makes me even more uncomfortable.
On our way to the restaurant, I stare out the window and admire the view of the city. Philadelphia has an incredible skyline and rich history that draws you in, makes you want to experience everything the city has to offer. Bash is from the suburbs just outside of Philly. Even after his father made it pro, his family remained in the area, only they upgraded from a normal house to the McMansion he lives in now.
When we get to Luciano’s, Bash pulls up in front of the valet stand and opens his door. He gives my hand a quick squeeze, staring into my eyes with a bright smile on his face.
“This is the start of our new beginning. I want this to work, Tori. Tonight is going to be perfect. I promise.”
“You’re already off to a good start. This place has the best Italian food in the city.”
“It’s like visiting Italy for the night.” He releases my hand and gets out of the car, leaving the door open as he hands the keys and money to the valet attendant holding out his hand.
While Bash makes his way around to my side of the car, another man opens my door, helping me out of the car. Bash is already there, all smiles and waiting to escort me through the front doors held open by two more men in similar red-and-black uniforms.
After Bash gives his name, the hostess offers to seat us without delay, telling us to follow her upstairs to a table in the corner of the second floor. From what I’d heard around campus, the Marchese family owns this place. We go to school with Luca, the son of the Mafia boss who uses this restaurant as a front to launder money. In a city so beautiful, it’s full of so much crime.
Our waitress stops by before I even have time to place the cloth napkin on my lap and takes our drink order. The semi-circular booth is far too big for two people, so I scoot along the bench and sit in the middle next to Bash. We have so much privacy up here, despite the people on the other side of the balcony making noise.
He slides his arms across my shoulders, and I lean my head on his chest. Cradled by his warmth, I take in my surroundings, happy that I gave Bash another chance. So far, this date is perfect, from the dress and necklace to his choice in restaurant.
I peek up at him, and he’s already smiling down at me. “This is happening again, huh? It still doesn’t seem real to me.”
“This is very much real, and we are doing this again.” He takes my hand and rests it on his thigh. “I wasn’t joking when I said I am never letting you go.”
He moves my hand over just enough so I can feel his erection, long and hard against his thigh. “Bash, I think you need to calm down.” I do my best to keep my voice low and soft.
“Who says I’m not calm. Just because seeing you in this dress makes me rock hard doesn’t mean I can’t keep it under control. Besides, we could have sex up here, and no one would even know. No one can see up and into our both from this angle. I could crawl under the table and eat your pussy right now, and no one would have a fucking clue.”
“Bash,” I moan, too distracted by thoughts of Bash making me his meal. “Please don’t start something you cannot finish.”
He runs his calloused thumb across my skin, the heat from his touch spreading up my arm. “Finishing is something I’m good at, babe. And if you want me to make you come befor
e dinner, I have no problem doing just that, whether we’re alone or in a restaurant full of people.”
“As much as I would love that, I think the waitress would notice you under the table.”
He runs his hand through his dark hair and smiles, moving my hand on top of his massive cock, reminding me how much tonight is going to hurt.
“Promise me that you will take things slow tonight.”
“We can go as fast or slow as you want. Hell, we don’t even have to do anything tonight. For all I know, you still have some of the symptoms of your concussion.”
“No, I don’t think so. I have felt fine the last twenty-four hours. I get some pain here and there, and I might get tired, but overall, I am fine.”
“Good, because I have everything planned out for us, and I want you to enjoy every second of it.”
I smile. “I do not doubt that I will.”
The waitress breaks up our conversation when she sets our glasses down on the table and asks us what we want to eat. They serve everything family style, so Bash orders chicken Cacciatore for us to share and Caesar salads.
Bash picks up his glass and takes a sip of his beer. He chose some fancy Craft beer that you would find in another country.
“I hope you don’t mind that I bought you some new clothes to wear, seeing as we’re not going home after this.”
I lift my wine glass to my mouth and chug down a big sip, trying to prepare myself for what comes next. “Where are we going?”
He hugs me tight and kisses my hair. “It’s a surprise, one I know you will love.”
“I can’t wait to see what you planned.”
Bash dips down to kiss my lips, his hand slipping between my legs in the process. I want to pull away from him because I’m afraid the waitress will come back, but I also don’t give a shit. I wish we could skip dinner and go right to the sex. Bash makes it hard for me not to straddle him in the restaurant. Just thinking of his giant cock excites me. As I massage him over his pants, my panties get so fucking wet I want him to drag him into the bathroom or force his head under the table to take care of the situation he has created.
With his hand beneath my dress, I consider pushing further when the waitress comes back with our salads, interrupting our almost under the table action.
“Hungry?” Bash asks, digging into the salad with his fork.
I nod, maintaining eye contact with him as I lift my fork from the table. “Starved.”
“There’s something else I would rather eat,” he mutters under his breath, “but you're shy.”
I shake my head, issuing a silent warning with the waitress still at our table, refilling our water glasses with a pitcher.
He smiles and shoves the lettuce in his mouth, grinning like an idiot as he chews his food, giving me the lust glaze that fills his eyes every time we are together.
We eat in silence with me trying not to think about what I want Bash to do to me, and him staring at my breasts while he eats his food. Even though I’m not allowing him to make me his meal, he sure as hell can have me for dessert.
Chapter Fourteen
Bash
To say Tori is impressed with my choice in the hotel would be an understatement. But she had also expected me to pick something as fancy as the Ritz Carlton. I’m so accustomed to staying in nice hotels that I often forget that most people consider this a luxury. That much I had forgotten until Tori steps inside the suite, her eyes jumping off her face and her mouth opens wide in shock.
“This is…incredible,” she mutters. “Just like last time.”
“It’s the same room,” I confess, offering her a little bit of information from the past.
“No shit.” She glances around the room in awe of her surroundings.
When I had sex with Tori for the first time, I wanted to make losing her virginity special. So, I had planned out this elaborate date with dinner and her favorite musical, followed by a very long night of breaking her in and making her mine.
I step behind Tori and wrap my arms around her stomach, leaning my chin on her shoulder as I whisper into her ear, “You’re beautiful, and I’m so glad you’re here with me. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “To have sex with me? How romantic, Bash.”
“Yes and no. Being here with you is far more important to me than the sex.”
“So you’d be okay with us lying in bed and watching movies all night instead?”
“I’ll do whatever makes you happy. This is your special night, Queenie. You call the shots.” I take her ear in my mouth, tugging on it with my teeth.
She makes a purring sound and leans her head back against my shoulder. Enjoying the kisses I plant on her neck, she stirs in my arms, speaking my name under her breath.
Not even realizing the words coming out of my mouth, I mumble, “I love you, Tori, so fucking much.”
That’s all it takes before she slips from my grasp and spins around, attaching her body to mine. I lift her up, underestimating my strength when her back hits the wall with a thud. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses my skin, as she hooks her leg around my back. Taking her face in my hand, I slip my tongue into her mouth and use my other hand to hold her against the wall.
Each kiss goes straight to my balls, making it harder for me to take things slow. But I can’t rush things. With how long it has been since Tori’s last time, it’s as if I am taking her virginity all over again. I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that the idea of being the only man inside her excites me. She is mine.
Tori takes my bottom lip in her mouth and tugs on it, her breath warming my mouth as she purrs my name. She reaches between us and pulls down the zipper of my pants; her dress already hiked up to her waist. I am so hard my dick pokes through the slit in my boxers and grazes her leg.
As if knowing what I want, she wiggles free from my grasp, holding onto the wall to regain her balance. She peels her panties to the side, giving me enough room to reach between her legs and slip two fingers inside her. She’s so fucking wet for me that I close my eyes and push further, my pace quickening with each thrust.
I drop to the carpet on both knees and push her dress up to her hips, exposing her pussy. Scooting closer to her, I bend forward and roll my tongue over her clit, causing her body to jerk in response.
My tongue slips between her folds, lapping up her juices and sending her over the edge. She clamps down on my fingers and comes for me, her moans turning into screams. Her voice is so loud as she calls out my name that I have a hard time controlling myself.
How am I going to take things slow when she’s driving me insane?
After I remove my fingers from her, I lick her juices from them, locking onto her as I watch her chest rise and fall.
I come to a standing and tilt her chin up with my index finger so that our eyes meet. “I’m not even close to done with you, babe. Take this dress off.”
She does as I instruct, out of breath and panting, as she removes all of her clothes. Naked and glistening in sweat, she looks even more beautiful. Her body is absolute perfection and all mine.
Tugging at the hem of my shirt, she pulls the black oxford from my waist and proceeds to flip open each button, staring into my eyes the entire time. There’s something so erotic about the way she undresses me. At this moment, she doesn’t seem like an inexperienced girl.
She undresses me in a hurry, and I let her continue until we’re standing in the middle of the living room of the suite, naked and waiting for the other to make the next move. I take my cock in my hand and give myself a few strokes.
Tori licks her lips and closes the distance between us. “Now, it’s my time to make you come,” she says, before sinking to the floor in front of me.
Once her tongue glides across the head of my sensitive skin, I don’t know how long I’ll last, because it feels so fucking good. My hands find the back of her head, and I guide my cock into her mouth. She looks up at me the entire time
and reaches up to grip my shaft, jerking it to match the pace at which she slides my cock in and out of her mouth.
After being tortured by her pussy, it doesn’t take long before I find my release. I thread my fingers through her hair, keeping her in position long enough to come in her mouth. She swallows and sits back on her feet.
I drag my finger across her lips and smile, and she returns the gesture, her wide grin reaching up to her bright blue eyes.
“Be a good girl and go get in bed,” I order.
As I knew she would, she gets up from the floor and follows my command.
I have to stop myself for a second and remember that Tori is not another girl. She’s my girl, my fragile girl. And I have to be careful with her. I need to show her my gentle side, not the rough animal who takes what he wants and likes to fuck.
Nope, this will be different. We’re going to make love, soft and slow. I’m not sure how long I’ll last, but it might not take long for Tori to come a few more times for me before I find my release once more.
With her legs wide open, I crawl between them and position myself at her entrance. I grab a condom from the nightstand and tear open the packet, staring into her eyes as I wait for her to back out. She doesn’t seem nervous, but that doesn’t mean she’s not filled with dread. I’m not a small guy. She has to be at least somewhat terrified. I know she was the first time around.
After I roll the condom down my length, I rub my cock along her folds, testing her slickness. Repositioned above her, with my elbows on each side of her head, I lean forward to kiss her neck before making my way to her lips. Her hips arch as she kisses me, her hand gliding down my back.
She bites down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes in anticipation. “Be gentle with me, Bash. It’s been a while.”
I wait until she opens her eyes again before I slide inside her. Taking my time, careful not to fill her right away, I make love to her, something I haven’t done since our breakup. A groan of pleasure, maybe pain, forces her eyes closed, and I tense, unsure if I should stop.
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