Perfect Match (Vice Club Nights #2)

11. Gio

Chapter eleven

Gio

G reedy need has turned her big espresso-colored eyes into deep pools of desire. The look she’s giving me is pumping even more blood to the region that is the focus of her attention. While she holds my gaze, her fingers curl around the base of my cock as her wicked tongue circles around the head. She licks around and around before running her tongue along my length, then back up to swipe across the tip. It’s like she can’t get enough of my taste, and I feed my fingers through her silky dark locks to cup her head to me.

The dirty mouth on this girl will be my undoing.

She gifts me another of her cheeky smiles that spells disaster for my self-control before spreading her luscious lips wide to consume the tip. With a tilt of my head to the heavens, I swallow deeply in my dry throat. Fuck me , that is good. My cock flexes in response to her hot wet mouth as she engulfs me, inch by excruciatingly fucking amazing inch. I want to fuck her mouth hard, but instead, I swallow deeply and clench every damn muscle in my body, desperate to hold back.

She readjusts her position on the bed, then with her lips firmly sealed around my girth, she reaches around to grip my ass in her hands. While I was deliberately not thrusting my hips forward, it seems Tori has other ideas.

I’m so painfully hard, and it’s a new kind of torture when she hollows her cheeks, taking my stiffened shaft farther down. Her head bobs, filling her throat so full her eyes mist, her pupils nearly covering the iris.

With a tug on her hair, I pull her head back. That sexy fucking mouth isn’t where I intend to shoot my cum the first time. I want to be buried to the hilt with her screaming my name when I release.

Her eyelids shutter her gaze when she realizes my intent. And when she blinks up again, I swear I catch a flash of disappointment in their depths as she peels her lips from me.

“Why did you stop me?” she demands in a petulant voice. “I was having fun.”

She swipes the back of her hand across her wet mouth.

“I noticed you were, and trust me, so was I.”

“But?” she asks, dropping back onto the bed, but not before she’s given my butt another firm squeeze. I’ll take her punishment and more, any time.

“But …” I’m distracted by the vision before me. The robe she’s wearing has fallen away, and she’s gloriously naked. Her smooth, soft skin pinkened from her recent efforts. “I’m hungry.”

With a hand on each knee, I spread them. She smiles up at me with the promise of everything. Happily exposed, with a total lack of inhibition that leaves me breathless. Her bare pussy glistens invitingly.

“I think you like sucking cock.”

A wide grin stretches her cheeks that is soon wiped clean when I duck my head between her thighs and lick a path from back to front.

“Ahhh,” she whimpers, and when I lift her hips to do it again, she rocks up to meet my face. Her passion coats my tongue, and I lap it up.

Delicious .

Tori squirms beneath me like I’m tickling her and she isn’t sure whether she wants more or wants me to stop. Her fingers carve new tracks through my hair, holding my face against her. I lick and kiss my way along her wet crease, occasionally dipping my tongue deeper into her heated flesh.

A shiver racks her body when I finally reach my goal and suck her clit between my lips. Gently at first, then more firmly, before plunging two fingers into her channel. She gasps, and her hips lift fully off the crisp linen sheet beneath us. It’s the kind of reaction I anticipated, even if this is the first time I’ve had the pleasure of tasting her.

Tori tugs hard at the roots of my hair, and it’s a wonder she doesn’t manage to come away with handfuls given the singular focus of her actions. I couldn’t care less if I’m rendered bald as long as she allows me to keep sucking and nipping the tiny button while my fingers roughly pump in and out of her body.

Every little reaction, every little whimper of pleasure falling from her lips, is further encouragement for me to spoil her with sensations. And soon she’s tossing her head from side to side, begging for release.

“Don’t stop ... More.”

“Like this?” I ask, curling my fingers inside to reach that sensitive spot that will take her over the cliff.

“Fuck yes,” she manages to gasp out before she’s crying out a release.

But I don’t let up, my mouth still sucking and licking.

She’s drenching my fingers. And her hands are still jerking at my hair. The pain driving my own arousal higher.

When I’ve rung every drop of pleasure from her body, I gentle my touch and place a light kiss on her.

The grip she has on my hair finally loosens, and I crawl up her body. Keeping the skin-to-skin connection as our bodies drag across each other. Her soft, supple breasts squishing against my firm torso. And when my face reaches hers, Tori’s deep-brown eyes scorch me with their heat, another delicate sound slipping from her parted full lips.

Placing my hands on either side of her face, I bring her lips to mine for the lightest of touches. But Tori has other plans, and the kiss soon turns hot when she demands more. Obviously not bothered by the taste of her release coating my mouth and tongue.

“I’m so damn turned on, I’m going to self-combust if you don’t start filling me, like, now,” she says while sliding a hand between us to cup my balls.

How did I get so lucky to find this insatiable little firebrand? It’s like I’ve met my match when it comes to sexual appetite.

“If you’re ready for more, then so am I. I’ve been dreaming about this every night since we were on the yacht.”

Quickly, I grab a condom from the small chest of drawers beside the bed, sheath my cock, then position myself between her legs.

She spreads wider for me as I hover at her entrance.

“Well, are you going to fuck me or not?” she demands with a fierce look that pulls her shaped brows low.

“Bella, I want you so badly I can barely see straight.” I’m not afraid to admit it—not that Tori could be imagining anything else with my rigid cock inches from her. Curling a fist around the base, I swipe the tip through her wet folds.

Her groan fills the room. “Are you teasing me again, Gio? Because I think you’re forgetting the bit where I said I was a BJJ black belt.”

I choke out a laugh. This tough-girl talk in the bedroom is new for me, and I like it a lot. So much so that I’m tempted to find out what it would feel like to be restrained by her. But the need to fill her overrides every other thought, and I tilt my hips forward to sink into her. Tight heat stretches around me. Hugging my shaft. And it’s fucking amazing.

Burying my face in her neck, I growl, “Tell me what you like.”

She angles her hips higher, giving me better access, and it’s enough for me to forget to go slow.

“What I want is you fucking me. Hard and fast.”

I grip the bedding on either side of her body and thrust forward so hard that her body slides several inches up the bed.

“Yes,” she cries, and when I nip at the soft skin below her earlobe, she continues to chant, “Yes, more.”

Our bodies find a rhythm. As I plunge forward, Tori’s hips lunge up to meet me, absorbing every inch. Burying my restraint. Over and over again, I drive hard and deep into her greedy heat.

Her walls squeeze tighter around me, and her nails scratch her pleasure into my skin. I reach up to punish her nipple with a pinch, and Tori’s head falls back, sinking into the pillow. She’s a goddess lying there, eyes closed and her hair a riot of brown tangled waves splayed out across the crisp white linen.

My rhythm turns wild and frenzied. This is what she does to me, crumbling any earlier sense of control.

I drive into her again and again. And her moans and murmurings beg me for more. Until I can’t hold back for another second. My sight clouds with passion.

I quickly withdraw.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she complains while her knees try to hold me in place.

“Roll over,” I demand.

“Great idea.” She releases the leg grip and turns over.

When she’s on her tummy and I’m staring at her gorgeous ass, I lift her hips up and shove one of the pillows under them. Flicking her hair over one shoulder, she watches me line up behind her. With one quick swipe of my cock through her soaking folds, I pull back, then plunge forward.

It’s pure bliss the way her body takes me fully.

Her breath escapes from her lungs on a loud, exhaled, “Y-e-e-sss.”

With one hand wrapped in her hair and the other seeking her clit, I pump into her even harder than before. Neither one of us is holding back as we search for release.

Tori finds her climax first on a scream that bounces off my bedroom walls.

My balls draw up and my vision blurs. Nothing else exists but this woman in this exquisite moment as I come long and hard. Our cries release and merge into one, filling the room with grunts and bellowed groans.

“You’re amazing,” she eventually says, her voice filled with awe as what little strength she had left leaves her and she collapses down onto the mattress.

Tori is the one who’s amazing, not me. “That was wild,” I agree, pulling out of her and disposing of the condom in the nearby trash can. I’m a bit surprised by how out of control we really were.

Lying back on a fluffed-up pillow, I pull her into my arms, her head coming to rest against my chest. The heat of her body against mine seeming to seep through the layers of skin to my soul beneath. Tori is perfect in every way.

“Are you hungry?” I murmur into her silky hair and take in another breath of wildflowers. My heart beats a steady, calm rhythm. I could spend the rest of the night right here.

“I think I need another shower,” she murmurs, and I can hear the smile in her tone even if I can’t see her expression.

She leans up onto her elbow while leaving one hand pressed to the center of my chest like she owns me. In a way, she does after that earth-shattering climax.

“Are you going to join me?” she asks.

My cock twitches, already thickening. And when her darkened gaze wanders over every ridge and muscle, down to my semi-erect shaft, she smiles. She has her answer. Everything about this woman turns me on. Even when I’ve just filled the condom with cum while buried deep inside her, I still want more.

She bounds out of bed with the agility of the athlete I’ve learned that she is. I take her hand, liking the way her fingers slip into mine with an ease of familiarity that’s difficult to comprehend when we’ve spent so little time together.

Her smile is sweet, but what goes on in her mind, I’m discovering, is definitely not. And I like that a lot.