Page 50 of Because I Need You
“You wore these for him?”
I shook my head.
“For me?”
“I wore them for me.” I bit my lip, took a breath. “But I’m glad you’re the one seeing them.”
“Fuck.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his face, nipping me through the lace.
My knees began to shake, and he hadn’t even done anything. He brought a hand up and ripped the panties off so hard, it left a sting between my ass cheeks. I didn’t have time to dwell on it or joke before he lifted me beneath by thighs and started eating me out. He used his tongue like a sword, striking down on my folds. He feasted on me with abandon, as if it was a treat he’d been waiting for, lapping and sucking and gripping my thighs, pulling me closer to his mouth while he did it. It didn’t take long for him to pull the first orgasm out of me as he sucked on my clit. The next one came when he started pumping his fingers inside of me.
“Oh, fuck.” Was all I could chant over, and over, as the orgasm washed over me.
He nipped the insides of my thighs then kissed his way back up my body as he set me down on wobbly feet.
“I don’t think I can stand,” I whispered, meeting his gaze.
He smirked, clearly proud of himself.
“Just for a second.” He reached into his back pocket, took out a condom, tore it with his teeth as I began unbuckling his belt, undoing his button, his zipper, pulling everything down quickly and shakily, needing more of this. Of him. I watched, barely able to breathe, as he rolled the condom over himself. I’d seen him that night, through a haze of lust, but seeing him about to fuck me was different. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to take him inside of me, but then he wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust himself inside me until he was seated with one swift motion that made me scream and clutch onto his shoulders. He groaned, meeting my eyes then. I wasn’t sure what I saw in his. Something wild. Untamed. Powerful. He squeezed my ass as he began to move in hard, deep strokes, I gripped his shoulders tighter, burying my fingers into him, clawing him when he moved faster, harder, deeper. I gasped as another orgasm built inside of me. Surely, I couldn’t. I’d never come like this. He looked at me once last time before taking my lips in his, slower this time, less brutal, but not any less passionate.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled against me, his grip tightening even more on my ass. “So, fucking good. Come on my cock, baby. I know you’re close.”
On the next thrust, I saw stars. My legs began to shake as the orgasm hit me hard. He buckled against me a few more times, deep, slower thrusts as he found his own release. We panted against each other, foreheads pressed together as we tried to regain consciousness. He kissed my lips hard one last time before pulling out of me and making sure I could stand on my own. It hit me, as I picked up my scattered, ripped up clothes, and the bag I’d picked up from Will’s place, that I’d just broken up with someone. Just. I should’ve felt guilty, but I didn’t. I felt something. I felt alive.
22
ISABEL
“You’re staying in my bed,” Giovanni said from the other side of the kitchen counter as I walked out of the guest bedroom.
I’d showered and changed into loose gray shorts and a matching T-shirt. I wasn’t sure how I managed to even shower, since every single muscle and bone in my body felt languished. I sat down in the center barstool, across from where he was. He’d also showered and changed into sweats and a T-shirt, all black.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to fuck you on the counter in the next ten seconds.” He raised an eyebrow as he set a plate of mac-n-cheese on the counter.
“I’m not sure my vagina can take you again right now.” Even as I said it, I felt my face flame.
He got himself a plate and set it in front of him, but instead of grabbing a chair, he just started eating as he stood across from me. “We still need to talk about what went down at Will’s apartment.”
“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes. “The sex wasn’t enough to convince you it’s over between me and him?”
“You would’ve let me fuck you back in Chicago that night,” he said pointedly before putting a spoonful of mac-n-cheese in his mouth.
“I’m not sure I would have,” I whispered, looking down at my plate. “This is so freaking good. Did you make it?”
