Twenty-five

 

 

Aria

When Gio apologized, I accepted his apology, but we will definitely be talking more later. We spend the rest of the night dancing and drinking—the girls drink, the guys stick to water—and hanging out with our friends until the club closes.

“Come back home with me, baby. Please.” I’m leaning against Gio’s car. He has one hand up against the side of the car and his other hand is rubbing up and down my side. He’s placing kisses on my sweaty skin, down my collarbone, over my shoulder. When he licks my ear lobe, I visibly shiver making him chuckle.

“We need to talk, Gio,” I say, trying to stay focused. His kisses are an aphrodisiac, each and every one of them going straight to my core.

“Baby, come back home and we will talk; I promise.” Pulling his other arm above my head, he cages me in and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. His lips move to my throat then to my neck.

“What happened this morning? Was it because Weston touched me?” Gio’s body freezes. His thumb and index finger go to my chin and he raises my face up so I’m looking at him.

“Ari, I can’t even keep my hands off you right now. Nothing he’s ever done to you could change how I feel about you. How much I want you. How much I love you.” His lips come down to mine for a quick kiss.

“Then what was it?” Gio lets out a loud sigh and backs up, taking his warmth with him.

“I didn’t keep you safe.”

“You couldn’t have known Cecilia would work with him.”

“I should have been more on top of it. It happened under my roof, Aria. The life I live is dangerous. Cecilia has lived that life right alongside me. She’s watched people get killed, get beaten to death. She’s watched threats get made and those same threats be followed through.”

“I could get into an accident driving and be killed. You can’t predict your future.”

“No, but I can keep you from being put in harm’s way. My biggest fear is that by loving me, you are signing your death wish.”

“So, what do we do?”

Gio’s head drops and he lets out a defeated sigh. “We keep living our life. We see where things go. I love you so much, but Aria, if you are ever put in harm’s way again because of me—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Gio,” I plead, grabbing him around his neck and pulling him to me. “Don’t say that. Take me home, please. Take me home and make love to me. Nothing is going to happen to me.”

Gio doesn’t take us home. Instead, he takes us to his hotel. He checks us into a room, and once we get inside he hands me a robe. “We don’t have any clothes here so put this on so you can be more comfortable.” He takes his shoes and socks off then strips down out of his jeans and shirt.

Taking the robe from him, I go to the bathroom to freshen up. I fix my makeup the best I can, using the soap on the sink to wipe off the black smudges under my eyes, and run my fingers through my hair. Then I remove my dress and heels. I debate whether I should leave my undergarments on, and decide against it. Once I have the robe secure, I walk back into the room.

Gio isn’t there but I see the slider open so I head out to the balcony. When I get out there I notice each balcony has a privacy wall. Gio is sitting out on the balcony with a tray from room service. When he hears me approach, he turns around grinning at me.

“I ordered some dessert. It will help absorb some of that tequila in your system.” He shoots me a wink and I roll my eyes but go to the tray to see what he’s ordered. Under the lid is a large slice of chocolate cake drizzled with hot fudge. With my index finger, I swipe a bit of the fudge off the top and lick it off my finger until its clean. Gio groans, so I swipe up some more, this time making a production out of licking my finger.

Grabbing the side of my robe, Gio pulls me to him so I’m straddling his lap. He grabs my finger, sticks it in his mouth and sucks hard. When I try to pull my finger back, he bites down on it.

“Hey! You know I love my cake. Get your own.” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“This cake is for us to share.” He sits up higher and adjusts us, then he grabs the plate with the delicious cake on it along with a fork. He sticks the fork into the cake and breaks off a bite. I lean forward to take the bite but he smirks and takes the bite himself.

“Not cool, Valentino.” I pout and he laughs, the sound sending butterflies to my belly. He takes another forkful and this time brings it to my mouth. I part my lips and he gives me the bite. The cake practically melts in my mouth and I can’t help the moan that slips out.

“I think I need another bite of this cake,” Gio murmurs, his eye burning into mine. This time when he takes the cake with the fork, he pulls down the top of my robe and spreads the cake along my collarbone, crumbs falling all over us. Before I can make a smartass comment, his mouth is on my body, sucking and nibbling the cake off my skin. He swipes a piece of frosting with his finger, and moving my robe down farther so my breasts are completely exposed, he rubs the frosting across one of my nipples. “Now, this is my kind of dessert.” He lifts an eyebrow and gives me a devilishly handsome grin before grabbing my breast in his hand and bringing my nipple into his mouth. He sucks on the hardened peak almost to the point of pain.

The sensation hits at the apex of my thighs and I feel myself clenching my legs in need of relief. Gio takes another piece of frosting and rubs it onto my other nipple, licking and sucking it, and I squirm some more. When he goes to swipe another piece, I grab his hand. “You aren’t sharing,” I tease. Guiding his finger to his chest, I rub the frosting over the one tattoo he has above his heart.

Leaning down, I suck the frosting off Gio’s chest. I can feel the raised skin from his tattoo and I make a mental note to ask him what it means to him. I’ve seen it a million times but keep forgetting to ask him about it. I take more frosting off the top of the cake and wipe it across his neck. I run my tongue downward, licking the chocolatey goodness off him. Just as I’m licking the last of the chocolate off, Gio grabs my ass and pulls me closer to him so my sex is grinding against his hard cock through his boxers. I let out a throaty moan and he groans. His hands go to my breasts as he eagerly takes a nipple into his mouth, licking then sucking.

I lean back—his mouth making a popping sound as my nipple gets plucked from his mouth—and grab a hold of his shaft, rubbing it through his boxers. I can feel the precum leaking through the material and I need to have it in my mouth. Sliding down the lounge chair, I pull Gio’s boxers down, his dick springing free. Taking his shaft in my hand I stroke it up and down, getting it harder. Once it’s standing fully at attention, I hover over his dick, give him a small smile, then holding my tits together, glide down and around his dick.

“Jesus, baby. Fuck me with those tits.” He lets out a guttural groan. I glide my tits up and down fucking him. His head is glistening with precum and every time his dick comes up, it enters my wet mouth, my lips wrapping around the head, sucking and tasting the saltiness. Gio’s hips begin to buck up, his movements getting more frantic. “I need to be inside you.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up. With his dick in his hand, he guides himself into me. I lower myself onto his entire length and once I am completely seated, let out a moan.

“Holy shit. You’re deep inside me.” Something feels different, rawer, like I can feel him better. “You didn’t put a condom on.” I start moving my hips up and down, not being able to stop myself. He feels so good inside of me.

“You’re on birth control and we’re clean. We’re good,” he groans out, his head going back in pleasure. My arms come up and hold onto his shoulders, my tits rubbing up against his chest as I move up and down. Gio brings his head down and presses hard kisses all over my breasts before pulling a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

“Suck on it harder,” I cry out needing more, “and pull the other one.” Clamping my nipple down with his teeth, Gio sucks hard on one nipple while pinching and pulling the other one. Sparks shoot down to my core. My movements get wilder, my vaginal muscles tightening. Gio lets go of my breasts and pulls me into a rough kiss, taking possession of my mouth. His tongue thrusts inside, swirling around mine, as I feel his fingers on my clit, the sensations sending volts of desire through my body.

“Aria, come for me, baby.” His fingers continue to massage my clit as my sex clenches around his dick. I feel my orgasm building higher and higher, about to spill over. I can feel Gio’s dick throbbing in me and I let go, waves of pleasure rolling through me like a tidal wave as he follows right behind me.

I let out a satisfied sigh and my head drops to Gio’s shoulder as we both sit quietly, catching our breaths. “I love you,” Gio whispers into my ear.

“I love you, too.” I pull back and give him a slow kiss, my lips lingering on his, not wanting our connection to end. Finally, he pulls back slightly.

“Let’s go take a shower. Then we can finish this dessert.” He gives me his signature panty-dropping wink and lifts me up, setting me down so he can stand up. Once he’s righted himself, Gio swoops me up over his shoulder and slaps my ass hard, making me squeal as he carries me to the shower where we both get cleaned off, only to get dirty several more times throughout the night.

I wake up to the sound of someone knocking on the door. With one eye still closed, I peek out of the sheets to see Gio taking a bag from Johnny. He closes the door but opens it again when there’s another knock. This time, it’s room service. He wheels the cart in and tips the guy before closing the door once more.

I sit up in the bed, pulling the sheet up as I go. “I’m starving. What do you have there?”

“Since I have plans for us today, I figured we would go with something less messy.” He lifts the lid up, showcasing the croissants, coffee, and fruit. He brings the tray over to the bed, setting it down in between us, and handing me my coffee to put on the nightstand.

“There’s a lot we could do with that fruit,” I say as I pull the sheets down, exposing my breasts. “Like that strawberry…” I take a bite of the strawberry, chewing slowly, then place the other half onto my nipple, rubbing the juice all around the hardened peak. Gio lets out a rough growl then pounces onto me, his mouth going straight to my nipple as he laps and licks the dripping juices. The tray of food goes flying as he grabs the sheets and rips them from my body, the cold wind hitting my nipples, making them even harder.

He grabs my hips and pulls my body down, my head hitting the pillow, and then he grips my thighs and spreads them open. His body climbs back over my body and his hands grab mine, pinning them over my head as he thrusts into me in one fluid motion, the head of his dick hitting the spot deep down in me, that will have me coming in minutes.

I let out a moan as he fucks me hard and deep, pumping into me mercilessly over and over again. With my hands pinned above my head, my back arches upward, my chest rising. Gio rains kisses along my neck then all over my breasts as he fucks me senseless. Our bodies are rubbing while he’s thrusting into me, heat spreading throughout my body, my clit being stimulated.

“Gio, I-I’m coming!” My climax hits, my body bowing off the bed. I can feel my sex clenching around Gio’s dick as he empties himself into me.

“Jesus, Aria.” Gio’s hands are still in mine as his head drops. He looks up at me and I give him a smile.

“What? It’s not my fault you ordered strawberries.” I shrug and he chuckles, shaking his head at me.

“Let’s go, woman. We have shit to do today. We need to shower and eat.” He gets off me and I get out of the bed, running to the shower. He reaches out and slaps my ass again like he did last night.

“Keep that up and we’re never going to leave this room,” I yell as I slam the bathroom door behind me. Of course, Gio follows me into the bathroom and by the time we are dressed in the clothes Gio had Johnny bring us, fed, and ready to go it’s almost lunch time.