Julie

The ride to Giovanni’s place was tense. I didn’t dare speak a word being surrounded by three large pissed off men. They weren’t looking at each other, but I felt as though they were having a whole conversation in the car and I was the only one who didn’t speak the language. That was fine with me though, all I cared about was getting my hands on a computer. I let my mind drift off, I wondered if he would just let me borrow the damn computer since it was a laptop. I mean really, what could he need a computer for so bad for his type of business?

When we arrived I let myself out of the car and followed behind Giovanni silently. I was surprised when Dante and Angelo also followed us up. When we entered his house, Giovanni silently gestured to his living room, and I took that as my cue to excuse myself to let the big bad men talk. I don’t know where they disappeared to in his house, but I took a seat on the floor and got comfortable. I emptied out my bookbag spreading my papers and books out and contemplated where to start. I opened up his laptop and was met with a locked screen. Oh right. The last time I attempted to use his computer, I tried to guess his password. I’d typed in all type of shit that I’ve seen in mob type movies and ended up locking him out. I couldn’t afford to play around today. I didn’t know where to find him, and I didn’t think that my physical presence to their meeting or whatever the hell was invited… nor was me wandering around his house unsupervised. I dug out my phone and called him.

“What?”

I frowned at the phone, someone had a stick up their ass. “I need the password,” I told him.

He huffed. “Brownie.” He mumbled.

I looked down at the phone sure that my connection had gone bad. “What did you say?” I asked him.

He groaned. “You heard me… it’s Brownie, with a capital B.”

I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. “No way… Brownie? You’re no thug, you’re a teddy bear.” I teased.

He huffed into the phone and hung up without another word. I couldn’t stop laughing until my stomach was cramping and I needed to breathe. “Oh, my…” I whispered to myself through residual laughter. “That was so awesome.”

I pulled myself together and typed in the password surprised when it granted me access. The bastard wasn’t lying. I made sure to make a mental note to ask him what that was all about later. Right now, I needed to get my ass in gear if I wanted to make a dent in my work.

I became engrossed in my work that I didn’t notice that there were other people in the room until a water bottle was placed down in front of me. I looked up startled to see that Giovanni had given me water. Angelo was leaning back against the entryway toying with his phone, and Dante had taken a seat on the sofa across from me and picked up the remote to turn on the TV. The minute it turned on, I cringed it was so loud. There was no way I was going to be able to focus over the sound of a rerun of a basketball game from earlier today.

I cleared my throat. “Dante, can you please turn that down?” I asked.

He didn’t seem to hear me, so I repeated myself. He was either too engrossed in the TV or completely deaf because of it. I saw an empty bottle fly through the air and smack Dante in the side of the head. He tensed and turned with a scowl. He muted the TV and glared at Giovanni.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he asked.

I looked over to Giovanni who was sitting on the couch that I was currently using half of as a desk. “Turn the TV down you fuck, she’s reading.”

Dante looked at me sheepishly. “Sorry, Julie.”

I smiled at him as he turned it down to a reasonable volume. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie.” I flirted.

Dante’s cheeks pinked, and I felt a tug on my hair. I looked up to see Giovanni glaring at me. “Stop flirting and do your damn homework.” He demanded.

I saluted him. “Sir, yes sir.”

He released me and rolled his eyes. I heard a snicker and watched as Giovanni threw his middle finger up in Angelo’s direction. I snuck a glance at him and saw him grinning from ear to ear. I threw him a wink which made him laugh again. I heard a growl behind me and returned my attention back to my work. I didn’t need to piss him off too soon and get kicked out before I was done.

I’d been working for a couple more hours, and my eyes were heavy, but I was so close to completing my essay. Dante and Angelo had left about a half hour ago, and besides watching TV, they hadn’t done anything else. I guess I was crashing guys night. I turned back to see Giovanni sprawled on the couch, head back, eyes closed. His mouth was slightly opened, and I took the opportunity to ogle him. He really was beautiful. His long lashes brushing against his defined cheekbones. His lips looked soft, they were pink and full… totally kissable. Such a shame he was off limits.

I let myself into his kitchen and his shiny fancy coffee maker. I made me a large mug of coffee and got right back to work. I was going to pull an all-nighter it seemed, but at least I didn’t have school tomorrow.

 

Giovanni

I startled awake and frowned confused. What the fuck was I doing in my living room sleeping? I never slept out here. I barely spent time in this room unless I had someone over. I sat up, and my frown deepened when I saw long blonde hair cascading down a back and over my table. I noticed it was Julie and I couldn’t hold back my smile. It all came back to me, her swindling her way into my house to use my computer. She’d been at it from the moment we got in.

Dante and Angelo tried to give me shit for having her here. Talking about safety measures and all that shit. How I didn’t know her well enough to not only allow her to get away with the shit she does but to have brought her home. They were convinced she was up to something – had some type of ulterior motive. I tried to explain to the two hard-headed fuckers that she was legit, but they weren’t trusting it. That’s why the two fucks lingered around all fucking night. They watched her closely as she worked away totally oblivious to the fact that she was being watched like a hawk. After a while I guess they came to terms with it and got bored.

She was currently sitting on the floor, her head on her hand, on top of the open laptop keyboard. The screen was black, so she must’ve been out for a while. There was an empty cup that I’m sure held coffee and her papers, notes, and books were all over the place. Her back was hunched over, and she looked all sorts of uncomfortable. I sighed and scooped her up in my arms. She fidgeted for a bit, and I was sure she was going to wake, but she just turned and snuggled her head into me, took a deep breath, and sighed.

I carried her into my room and laid her down before tossing the blanket over her. I took off my clothes and to my dismay, threw on some sweats. I didn’t want her waking up with her shit thinking I did something to her before crawling in bed beside her. Her scent engulfed me, and I had to fight the urge to touch her. I’ve been watching her and appreciating her body for weeks, but having her this close to me… in my bed was something else entirely. I was hungry for her, but I wasn’t going to take the bait. Instead, I let business fill my head until I tired myself out enough to fall back asleep.

I was immediately awoken by shifting. My body tensed ready to spring when I smelled her. I was a light sleeper, which was why I always slept alone. It was too big of a risk of me hurting someone for putting me on alert innocently. My stomach tightened when I realized that her fucking scent put me at ease. This shit was no good. She was having an effect on me in ways that weren’t normal and was starting to scare the fuck out of me. I turned my head to look at her.

She was moving a bit as though she was rousing from her sleep. She mumbled something unintelligible and shoved her face into my pillow. She turned over to her side facing the other way before mumbling again. Finally, she flipped onto her back and tossed her arm over her eyes. “so early.” She mumbled.

I chuckled. She couldn’t even help this shit in her sleep. I wish I’d recorded this for proof to show to her and anyone else who thought I was making this shit up. Finally, she growled and dropped her arm. I watched as she slowly blinked her eyes open. She scowled as she sat up slowly. I knew the moment that she remembered where she was when the pulse in her neck began to drum unevenly.

Slowly she turned towards me, almost as if sensing me. There was a small voice in the back of my head that said she could… probably from the moment, she woke up because it was the same for me. “What am I doing… in a bed… with you?” She questioned slowly.

I propped my head up on my hand and grinned at her. “You tell me? I woke up, and I found you in here.”

She blushed. What was that about? “I did not.” She fussed.

I nodded. “I got up and came in here last night, and I woke up to find you snuggled up against me. I had to push you away from me… that’s probably what woke you up.”

She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips at me. “Now I know you’re full of shit.” Her eyes gleamed, and I knew she was ready for payback. “You brought me in here and tried to have your wicked way with me, didn’t you? I wasn’t giving up the goods that you keep begging for, so you were trying to sneak a peek?” she shook her head. “Ya know, I thought you were desperate and possibly kinky but this…” she said gesturing to the bed, “is downright criminal.” She giggled. “Oh wait! That isn’t really anything new for you is it?”

I shook my head and dropped onto my back. “Is this how you treat every man you wake up in bed with?” I asked exasperatedly.

I should’ve known better. I saw the pillow coming down on my head in slow motion and still didn’t stop it. What was the point? “Are you trying to call me a slut, you fuck head?” she asked appalled.

I sat up on my elbows. “The fuck are you talking about? If I were calling you a slut, I wouldn’t have implied that the men were actually still around when you woke up.” I pointed out.

She scowled at me. “You’re a pig.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been called worse.”

Her eyes narrowed at me. “I’m sure.”

She flopped back down, and I waited until she was comfortable before I attacked her. I was on top of her before she even realized I moved. She opened her mouth to speak, and I wrapped my hand around her throat effectively shutting her up. “This is the second time that you fucking hit me with something,” I told her.

I felt her swallow beneath my hand. “It was only a pillow, it was harmless.” She argued.

I shook my head. “Harmless or not, we can't have that now can we?” I asked.

When she didn’t answer, I leaned down closer to her never letting go of her eyes. I felt her body shiver beneath me, and I smiled.

Then, it faltered.

I was sure before that when she got the shakes, it was because I was instilling fear in her… but being this close, I noticed that wasn’t the case. Her breathing was uneven, she was squirming, and her pupils were dilating… her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed nervous as fuck. I cocked my head to the side and ran a finger down her neck starting from beneath her ear to her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her mouth opened allowing her to breathe.

I felt my cock stir to life as I witnessed Julie in heat. She was on fire for me right now, and I haven’t even done anything to her. How the fuck have I been missing this? I told myself I wasn’t going to touch her, that she was bad for me… but fuck if I could even rationalize any of those thoughts with her beneath me.

I grazed her chin with my lips because I couldn’t help myself. I’ve thought about what she might taste like… feel like. “Julie…”

Her eyes were still closed. “Hmm?”

“Are you wet for me?” I asked.

Her eyes flew open, and her jaw went slack. A blush coated her chest and quickly rose to the top of her head. She was mortified. “What? No. I mean, no… what are you talking about? Why would you think that?” she asked.

I slipped one of my legs between hers, and she instantly opened up her legs to allow room for me. No, my ass. I settled myself in between her legs and nipped her neck. “Yea, you are. You want me, Julie, don’t you? Just admit it. Is that why you like fucking with me, huh?” I taunted her.

She growled at me and narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want you.” She said trying to hold her ground. Her lips were saying one thing, but her body was saying something else. She was a fucking contradiction.

“You’re horny. And you’re embarrassed because I made you that way.” I was pushing her.

She wasn’t going to admit to that. “Yea, I am. But not for you… I need to arrange a meeting with my Tuesday guy.”

That did it, I snapped. Lust, anger, desire all swept through me quickly, and the only thought that filtered through was mine. I don’t know where it came from, but it was there. I couldn’t control it… I felt the need to dominate, claim, own her ass. “The fuck did you just say?” I asked threateningly.

She held my glare. “You heard me. I’m going to get my rocks off elsewhere.” She made a gesture as if I was supposed to move. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”

She really must've bumped her head because that shit wasn’t happening. I had her wrists in my hand and had them pinned to the bed over her head. She gasped in shock, and I took the opportunity to claim her mouth. For someone who usually liked to give me a lot of tongue, I had to take it now.

It didn’t take long before she was back to challenging me and fought me for dominance over the kiss. I released her mouth and began kissing and licking down her neck. She couldn’t hold back from me, and I could tell that she wanted nothing more but her body wouldn’t lie like her mouth was. I popped the button of her slacks and released her hands. I wasn’t fucking around when I said that I never had to pay or beg for it before. I wouldn’t take something like that unless it was offered. I gave her a chance. She could deny what we both wanted, what we both knew was mine and play this game with me. Or, she could submit, and we could finally put an end to this battle and have what we both apparently needed.

She hesitated, but in the end, she began to slowly push down her pants. That was all the invitation I needed before I snatched them off of her body. I popped the buttons of her shirt off, and she cringed. “Didn’t I tell you I was fucking poor? What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

I growled and bit her lip hard. “I’ll replace the fucking shirt,” I said before taking her mouth again. Now wasn’t the time to spar. Her breast was practically spilling out of the top of her bra and my mouth salivated. I took a chance and let my eyes take in her body, her lacy pink panties teasing me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous.” I admitted.

She blushed and tried to hide her face. I gripped her chin and forced her to meet my eyes. “Don’t hide from me,” I told her sternly. She held my stare, and eventually a small smile teased the corners of her mouth.

I licked my lips as I took her all in. I didn’t know where I wanted to start. I went for the obvious. I could tell she was nervous and I needed a little less thinking and a little more feeling happening here. I slipped my hand beneath her back and trailed it up until I reached her bra strap. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Let me see you,” I whispered.

She nodded hesitantly, and I slowly undid her bra and pulled it from her. I was dying to just take her like the raging animal I felt inside, but there was a nagging voice telling me not to. It was obvious she wanted this, and she didn't deny it. But it was also apparent that she was skittish. I frowned as a thought occurred to me.

I slowly peeled away her panties and finally got a good look at her with nothing in the way. She went to cover herself blushing deeply. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

She moved her head in an attempt to obscure her face with her hair. I sighed and moved her hair back out the way. “I’m naked… and you… well.” She released her breast for a second to gesture to me in my sweats.

I smiled. “You wanna see me?” I asked. She turned even redder but nodded. “Done.”

I pushed down my sweats and boxers in one movement and stood in front of her letting her take me in. Her eyes trailed over my body hungrily before landing on my hard leaking cock and stayed there. I couldn’t take her looking at me like that either, it was making me harder. Fuck.

I climbed back on top of her knowing that my control was slipping. I never wanted to be inside of anybody as much as I wanted to be in her. I was hot, and my body was practically begging for her. I kissed her again trying to calm her back down, and I touched her to see how wet she was. Holy shit, she was soaked. I felt her tense beneath me, and I looked at her. Her eyebrows were pinched, and it looked like she was trying to concentrate.

“Julie?” I asked.

She looked at me distracted. “Huh?”

“Where did you go?” I asked. That nagging feeling coming back to me.

She shook her head. “Nowhere, I’m just a little nervous.” She admitted.

I kissed her. “Are you a virgin?” I asked.

She blushed and shook her head. “No, I’ve had sex before.”

Jealousy, like I’ve never felt before, hit me, and before I could stop myself, I’d drew back and slammed into her all the way to the hilt. Her mouth opened on a silent ‘O’ but no words came out. She was tight as fuck, like a virgin. I pulled all the way out and went back into her with more force than I anticipated. She flinched, and I cursed.

“Fuck baby, are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded. “I’ve only had sex once…” she admitted, then whispered. “The night of senior prom. It hurt.”

I might not have breached her, but I felt my chest swell at the thought that I was going to be her first real fuck. I kissed her shoulder as I struggled to keep myself still. “Don’t worry, I’ll take my time.”

She shook her head. “No, don’t. I want you… for real.”

Shit. I dragged her down the bed some and began fucking into her until I was sure I hit every single place inside of her. I wanted to own every inch of her, and I didn’t want there to be a place in her that hasn’t been touched by me. It wasn’t long until she was meeting me thrust for thrust, the sounds that were pouring out of her throat was intoxicating. They only spurred me on, wanting me to fuck her harder and longer. She was, sure enough, going to leave scratch marks all over my back, shoulders, and neck but I didn’t give two shits. I normally wouldn’t allow marks of any kind but fuck if every swipe of her nails or bite of her teeth didn’t make me want to pound my chest.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god. Gio.” She called out.

My name on her lips made my cock grow harder. Her muscles began clenching, and I knew she was ready. “Hold on for me baby, I’m almost there.”

She threw her head back and mewled. “I can’t wait. Gio, god it’s too much, it’s so good! I need to...”

Fuck. I felt my balls draw tight and my orgasm creep up on me. I leaned down and bit her shoulder. “Fuck Julie, yea baby… cum now. Cum with me.” I demanded.

She screamed out my name as her body convulsed from the power of her orgasm. I felt that shit through my body as my own took over me. I couldn’t help but slam into her as hard and deep as I could get as the first shot of cum escaped and my body jerked as shot after shot blasted into her. When I was finally done, I ground my hips against her causing her to quiver from the sensitivity as I rubbed against her nub. I wanted to rub my seed into her, line her walls with my scent – with me… cause that shit was mine.