Chapter Fourteen
This was the last thing he expected. He had readied himself to another battle of wills with her. He spent the entire time brooding and planning his next move on the chopper ride on the way here. They had a deal. The stalemate would end tonight. With him on top and inside her before the night was through.
When he stepped inside his uncle’s house, he was ready to lay down the law on her.
And then he saw her. Time stilled. He just stood there—drinking the sight of her, all his carefully-laid plans forgotten.
It must be her eyes.
Those fucking siren’s eyes.
He told himself earlier he wouldn’t allow himself to get sucked into her again.
Really, Vitale? His brain sneered. It was a losing battle.
“What are you doing here?” he heard her ask.
Yeah, why the fuck are you here, Vitale? Sex? His mind jeered.
Was it just sex? He can get that easily elsewhere.
Then what? He didn’t know what motivated him anymore.
Because Jordana Almueda affected him like no other woman before. She made him feel raw and ravenous all at once. It didn’t matter what she was or what she did. He just wanted her. He couldn’t resist her. She didn’t even have to try very hard to capture his attention. His eyes automatically sought her out.
Whatever lure she had over him had to be checked and controlled within their agreed time together.
His gaze flicked over to his uncle. He was so totally into this stare-fest with Jordana that he totally missed Thio Fredo’s presence in the room. After giving his relative a pointed look, he switched his attention back to her.
“Because I want to be here. Where my woman goes…I’ll follow.”
He caught her silent gasp and saw how her eyes reacted. He couldn’t help but smile.
That’s right, Jordana. No more delays. We’ve been playing this game far too long. We both know where this will eventually lead us.
Thio Fredo mumbled something unintelligible and left them alone. The tension in the room continued to build.
He sensed a change in her demeanour which he couldn’t put a finger to.
Then she began telling him she wanted to put a stop to all hostilities and start afresh.
He never saw that coming. A part of him was instantly suspicious of her sudden change of heart.
She wanted to pretend like they were a real couple. What was she up to this time?
A light bulb went off inside his head. Her suggestion would be the best set-up. An extended role-play.
Lust pounded through his bloodstream. Jordana willing and ready? Fuck, yeah!
He ceased his carnal thoughts for a moment.
“Anything else?”
Her eyes darted at him, unsure. There was an obvious change in her attitude that he couldn’t identify. But whatever brought it out…
“This is so awkward…I know you’ve been with more experienced women and I’m new at this. So there may be times that I’m in need of guidance—”
That blew his mind. His sanity floated out of his reach and fired up his imagination—of her naked on his bed.
He closed the distance between them and cupped her face with his hands.
She’d be his lover in every sense of the word.
For the remaining three weeks, she’d be available for his enjoyment. And with no resistance on her part. They would part after twenty-one, lust-filled days. And it would be a clean break.
The perfect set-up.
Pretend or not, her agreement made him stagger as a sudden tidal wave of need hit him sharply. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this before.
She drew in a sharp breath when he cupped her face.
Then he pressed his lips to her waiting mouth and groaned. God, he was addicted to her taste—like summer peaches and honey. So fucking sweet and potent at the same time, it sent his head spinning.
He seduced her lips to open for him—he nipped, licked until she capitulated and grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him closer. Yes! His mind shouted as his tongue went in. He teased the roof of her mouth, savoring her, drinking her before flicking her tongue with his. She moaned as their kisses grew more urgent, frenzied. She pressed her body closer as he continued to devour her mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t stop kissing her.
He broke the kiss to draw in a ragged breath.
“I’d be happy to teach you, cara,” he murmured. “With pleasure.”
She lowered her lashes to avoid his gaze, biting her lip. It was the subtlest of movements but it was enough to make his blood roar with renewed lust.
His hands slid lower to clutch her ass, letting her feel his hard, pulsating need.
“Lonzo…” she whimpered.
He trailed his lips at her neck.
“I like the way you whisper my name, cara,” he said in her ear. “I’ll have you shouting it before the night is over.”
Instead of responding, her timid hand reached down to his already steely cock.
He jumped out of his skin, his brain turning into a hungry mass of fiery lust.
“Jesus, Jordana…!” he shuddered when she began to move her hand sinuously, tracing his rod through the material of his trousers. “That’s it, cara. Fuuuck…”
He was close. His face contorted. Shit!
She suddenly stopped. “Lonzo? Did I hurt you?”
“You sure this is what you want?” he grunted. He was in pain all right. He had the mother of all blue balls.
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she said huskily.
“So be it,” he said before capturing her lips, kissing her hard.
He wanted to haul her up to his bedroom. Dinner be damned!
She flattened her hands against his chest. “Lonzo…your uncle—”
“Let them.”
“We need to stop.”
He sighed, fighting for some control. His body felt too jacked up with desire.
He was so far gone that he forgot they were standing in the living room, in plain view of everyone who may walk through the door.
“Let’s skip dinner.”
“We can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“Because Thio will know exactly why!”
“Ignore him. He’s an evil cockblocker,” he said as he pulled her against his body again.
“Lonzo!” she glared at him, blushing furiously as she pushed to get out of his arms. “Stop it! Are you really like this all the time?!”
“What? You want me to apologize for having a hard-on?” he almost shouted out of frustration.
“Shhh!”
He dropped his arms from her. “Okay, dinner it is. On one condition.”
“Another condition, Vitale?”
“No more delaying and don’t you linger over dessert.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked, her brow raised.
“You’ll be sorry. And sore.”
Her eyes widened in momentary shock. ”You’re such a horn dog!”
He shrugged. “I don’t think I can last that long,” he admitted.
He didn’t know why, but that made her laugh.
A warm feeling spread inside his chest when he heard it.
Shit. He was turning into a cheesedick, he thought as he mentally shook off the alien feeling.
Dinner turned out to be a fast affair. Surprisingly, Thio Fredo ceased playing guard dog. He saw the old man smiling slyly as he took in the meaningful glances between him and Jordana.
After what seemed like an eternity, Thio Fredo bade them good night. Lonzo made sure his uncle was safely settled in his room first before he went back to the dining room for Jordana. She stood up as he approached. He quickened his pace. Once she was within his grasp, he tugged her hips toward him before sliding his hands up to cradle her head before sinking his fingers into her lush curls.
Their eyes locked—soon their stare turned into hot, liquid fire. Everything inside him flared with the need to possess this woman.
Unable to stop himself, he lowered his head, desperate for the feel of her honeyed mouth and velvety tongue. The moment their lips touched, he felt her quiver in response. His tongue snaked in to duel with hers, feeding off each other’s passion.
Without breaking the kiss, he scooped her up and took her to his room.
He was breathing erratically when he lifted his mouth from hers to lay her on top of his king-sized bed.
She tried to sit up but he gently but firmly pushed her down.
“Stay,” he growled. He moved away from her to take off his clothes. He could feel her eyes on him and he enjoyed every fucking minute of it, especially when he overheard her sharp gasp when he pulled down his silk boxers—his cock sprang out and bobbed against his navel.
She was transfixed and he grew stiffer from her scrutiny.
“Tell me it won’t get bigger than that,” she said, anxious.
He found himself chuckling at her, surprising himself.
“No, it’s just…happy to see you.”
She blushed adorably. “I can see that.”
“It had been a week since he had any action. He tends to get a little excited.”
She giggled unexpectedly.
Laughter in the bedroom? He’d never had that with any of his previous lovers.
He was pretty straightforward with sex. He would fuck, come and then leave.
His mouth twitched. Now, he was cracking jokes about his willy.
Unbelievable.
Now is not the time to play timid, Jordana told herself. You’re the one who agreed to do this. Her nerves got the better of her when he unveiled himself but it dissipated when they shared a quick laugh.
Strengthening her resolve, she overcame her shyness and began unbuttoning her blouse, revealing a black lacy balcony bra underneath.
The humor in his eyes quickly faded.
When she unzipped and slid her skirt from her long legs to expose the matching black thong, she saw desire unmistakably mirrored in his eyes.
A sudden rush of inspiration hit her—she re-enacted one of her famous photo shoots for super lingerie brand La Perla, where she posed like a 1940s bombshell. She slowly opened her legs to let him get a glimpse. Satisfaction fired her blood when she saw Lonzo swallow as he watched her coquettish display like a hawk.
She unclasped her bra next—revealing her high, full breasts into view.
He continued to regard her from the foot of the bed.
She found herself enjoying this unrehearsed striptease, which was a revelation and quite liberating.
She deliberately paused for several seconds.
He let out a hoarse groan, followed by an Italian phrase she didn’t understand.
“Don’t tease, cara…unless you to aim to please.”
She smiled before she wriggled the tiny wisps of fabric covering her hot, wet sheath; kicking the garment to join the heap of clothes on the floor. She moved toward the headboard to lean against the pillows. She clasped her hands behind her head, her bountiful breasts prominently displayed. She was gloriously naked in the bed. Her face felt hot but she was now unafraid. And ready.
“Does it look like I’m teasing?” she asked softly as she lifted her eyes to meet his.
His body was coiled so tightly.
“I’m so hard for you right now.”
“Good.”
His eyes continued to travel over her exposed form.
He looked…mesmerized. That brought a sliver of pleasure inside her.
“Fuck, you’re already wet for me. I can see it from here,” he rasped.
Her inner walls clenched.
My, this man really has a way with words.
“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked through half-lidded eyes.
That finally snapped him into action. In a split second, he was on the bed, sprawled all over her. He hissed when he pressed her body tightly against his.
“So fucking beautiful.”
His green eyes were dark with a need that was about to be unleashed. It left her shaken and a bit afraid she may have bitten more than she could possibly chew.
He grew harder.
She gulped. He felt bigger than she remembered…he was a veritable monster down there.
How was that even possible?!
“You lied!” she blurted.
He searched her face. “About what?”
She lowered her lashed in embarrassment. “You…it…”
“What is ‘it’?”
“You said earlier that was it! No more, you said. But it grew bigger!” God, she was blabbering like a fool!
He laughed throatily when it finally dawned on him. Then he gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I won’t hurt you.”
She knew he meant something else altogether. Still, that made her pause.
“Okay.”
As long as she could separate her emotions from the physical, she’d be fine.
Controlling his raging lust was the most difficult thing he ever did—especially when she was stretched and naked beneath him.
Slow the fuck down, Vitale. She may be a siren to mere mortals like him but she was a novice at this.
She waited for him expectantly.
Better get her ready first. Keep the foreplay slow and attentive.
He began to kiss her lips before he trailed light, teasing kisses along her jaw and ear.
She tasted like candy and spice. Intoxicating and sweet.
He then proceeded to kiss her throat and marvelled when her pulse raced with each flick of his tongue.
She suddenly gasped when his mouth reached her lush breasts, gently nuzzling until her nipples peaked in anticipation for what would come next. When his tongue finally teased her hardened peaks, her hands fisted his hair as she arched to offer more. He sucked and played with her lush mounds and he didn’t have to wait long before she was squirming her hips and stifling little moans of delight.
He lifted his head to look down at her. She was beautiful in her responsiveness.
She began to touch him. Tentative at first, but she soon gained confidence when he grew more vocal in his pleasure. God, he liked the feel of her hands on his skin.
“Yes, that’s it...touch me…” he groaned as he encouraged her.
He kept on reminding himself to slow down and savor her but after a week of frustration, he was so fucking hard for her.
He stroked and cupped her lush breasts together with his big hands before pressing his face to worship between them.
“Ohh…God!” she whimpered. She was totally unrestrained in her response. So open. It left him feeling heady.
“That’s it cara…tell me what you want.”
He laved before sucking a pink tip deep inside his mouth, making her gasp and whimper in succession.
He had always been a considerate, patient lover. All of his previous partners never complained in that area. But it was different with Jordana. He was always out of control.
He had taken her twice; both times he had been like an uncouth youth. Almost brutal. He had to make it up to her.
“Cosi bella…” he breathed. She was so beautiful in her passion.
His blood pounded heavily in his veins, the animal in him taking over. His erection became so hard and painful.
He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. The primitive, frantic sort. Now.
“Ohh-!” she gasped as he pulled her hips towards his hard cock. He ground against her softness, inflamed further by her breathy moans.
Slow down. Slow down.
More foreplay.
He began to pant like he’d just finished a five-kilometer run.
He wouldn’t lose control tonight. He wasn’t a hormone-crazed moron. He won’t not rush it. Tonight would be lovemaking, not fucking.
Wait, what do you know about lovemaking? His mind jeered.
He tried to clear his mind, get her out of his head but it was futile. His stupid mind only wanted her. She was driving him crazy with want. Every cell in his body ached for her.
He continued to kiss his way down her body.
Dio mio…she felt silky soft all over! So fucking perfect!
His tongue dipped into her navel while his hands stroked her inner thighs. She trembled beneath him, moaning louder.
When he reached her damp center, he slipped his hands to cup her rounded ass and dragged her toward him.
“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his voice thick. “I want to taste you.”
“Oh God! Lonzo!” she yelped when his thumbs found her wet folds.
He slowly slid his tongue along her pink flesh to taste her incredibly addicting musk.
Her clit was already red and hard and as he nuzzled, licked and sucked.
She was about to come, he knew.
He then pushed two fingers inside her tight, wet warmth to tickle her sweet spot.
“You’re close, Jordana…I can feel you squeezing my digits.”
It became too much for her. She twisted and came apart in his arms.
“Aaaahhhh!”
“That’s it, bella. Come for me.”
It was a sight to see. She was so fucking beautiful in her ecstasy.
He licked her clean afterward, lapping on her juices while she recovered.
“You taste so good. Better than dessert. I can’t get enough of you.”
His cock twitched, jealous of his still-wet fingers.
He needed to be inside her.
“You okay, cara?”
She nodded.
He aligned his body above her. He was pushing the head of his eager cock when a thought struck him.
Fuck! Protection!
He had been careless with her before. They were lucky that it didn’t lead to consequences.
“Lonzo?” she asked, her pupils dilated, her cheeks still pink from pleasure.
“Don’t go anywhere, cara…I’ll be back,” he told her. He pulled a condom from his bedside drawer. He rolled it quickly over his angry erection. Once finished with the task, he moved over her body again.
He slid a finger inside her to check for her readiness. “God, Jordana…you’re still slick and wet for me. But I want you wetter. I’m going to make you come again, okay?”
Her eyes rounded. “I don’t think I can yet.”
He smiled back. “Sure you can.”
She looked unconvinced.
He decided to show her. He curved his finger and stroked her intimate spot slowly. Using his thumb, he drew circles over her clit. Soon enough, her hips began to ride his finger, seeking more. He slid between her legs and lowered his head to suckle her clit.
“Oh my…oh Gooood!” she screamed and detonated for the second time, flooding his hand with her sweet nectar. It made that primitive part of him proud that he’d pleasured her this way.
He lifted himself up, propping his arms to look down at their bodies—saw him poised at her entrance. His body screamed to take her. He wanted to do her hard, fast and deep but he knew he’d make her sore if he did. He gave her a minute or two to come down and recover from her orgasm.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she said.
That was all he needed to hear.
He took his cock and teased her folds with his head. When he began to slowly nudge her entrance, she bit her lower lip.
“Relax, cara. Let me in. Breathe.”
She unclenched her internal muscles—enough to push a couple more inches inside her channel.
“Does it hurt? You want me to stop?” he panted.
“No. It just that…I feel so full.”
He waited a few seconds to help her adjust to his size. How was it possible she felt tight as fuck every time they did this? Shit, this was killing him.
“Tell me when you’re ready,” he grunted.
“The discomfort’s almost gone. Just…go slow.”
He groaned. “I am, baby.”
He carefully sheathed his cock until he was all the way in. “Still hurts?”
“No.”
He pulled until he was almost halfway out before slowly thrusting in. “Good?”
“Uh-huh.”
He rocked in and out of her slowly, gently. When she began to match his movements, he knew she was beyond any pain.
He adjusted his hips and began pump a little faster. Her breath hitched.
“Oh! Please…”
“Too much?”
“No…faster. Please.”
His pace accelerated, his hips now moving with a pounding rhythm that made her breasts bounce with every thrust.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
His tempo grew faster, more heated. He held her ass and began thrashing her depths.
“You’re….so….goddamned…tight,” he punctuated each word with a strong plunge, pulling her legs wider apart.
“Yes! Don’t stop!” she cried, entwining her legs around his hips to anchor herself tightly before she countered his every move without any inhibitions.
Lonzo nuzzled her neck. He felt a strong urge to bite her, to mark her, to brand her as his.
He was pistoning her so hard that he was sure that she’d be sore after this. Sore for a week.
It didn’t slow him down. He wanted her to remember his steely length every time she moved.
Her body would remember this, the ghost of his cock, filling her to bursting, if she dare take in another lover.
He heard her sobs, her cries of fulfillment.
She was coming…coming so hard—her tight sheath pulsated and clenched brutally around him, milking him for all he was worth.
“You’re so good. Tight. You’re so fucking tight!”
“Ahhhhhh!” she screamed, her whole body jerked as she violently came apart again.
It was all too much.
It pushed him to the edge.
He slammed into her with almost near-violence before he too came, jetting and spurting what felt like his spinal fluid. One last powerful thrust made her cling tightly, her wet channel suctioning his cock and it was over.
His head dropped to her shoulder, his weight crushing her to the bed. He couldn’t move, his breathing labored. His body was superheated with the aftershocks of what was so far the most explosive climax he’d ever experienced in his thirty-three years.
He savored the aftermath of pleasure for several more seconds before he lifted himself up to look down at her, his eyes searching her face.
Her eyes were closed. She was breathing rapidly.
Was she hurt? A part of him was mortified. But the other half, the animal half was doing a victory dance.
He never fucked this hard before. It was almost like…mating with his mate.
Mate.
The word made him uncomfortable. He never thought of a woman as a mate before. Girlfriends, yes…but mate? Hell, no!
But why was it always a mind-blowing experience with her? Every fucking time.
“Was I too rough?”
“No.”
“Jordana—”
She placed a finger on his lips to stop him. “Shhh. I’m alright. It’s just that—”
“What?”
Her eyes darkened with an unknown emotion. “Will it be always like that?”
“How was it for you?”
“Earth-shattering.” she admitted.
Hearing that from her, Lonzo felt like he had just mastered the entire universe.
But then again, he never had a woman like Jordana Almueda before.
She was a paradox to him. For now at least.
In three weeks’ time…his obsession would be over.
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LONZO PART 2
The conclusion to Lonzo and Jordana’s story
Coming August 8, 2014