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He loved pain with his pleasure. “Well, you have why in your hand.” He was surprised he could laugh through the increasing desperation.
“Yeah. My hand.” Her grip was tight as she pumped his cock. From his position, he couldn’t thrust into it, and the need clawed at him. “You don’t control this, Di Salvo. I’m the one choosing what you get.”
Damn, she knew just what to say. His body stiffened at her words.
Vespa’s lips tracked up his neck to bite his earlobe hard, drawing out another groan. “I’m the one doing this,” she whispered, her breath brushing against him and driving the last of his thoughts away. “You really are beautiful.” Her hand on his chest drifted, the caress gentle and providing a delicious comparison to her continued intent strokes. “Your cock is so hard. You’re mine to make come.”
She hummed in appreciation as she sped up and snapped his control. The muscles in his back tightened as sensation spiked in his cock and his cum shot all over the goddamn hotel carpet.
Her chin hitched on his shoulder, and she hummed as she watched until her hand finally stilled on his erection. “Holy fuck, that was hot,” she muttered, her lips giving him a little kiss. “But I didn’t tell you that you could come yet.”
His body sagged in the aftermath. “You didn’t order me not to,” he mumbled.
“Huh. I’ll remember that.” Her slackened hand moved to his tip, catching the cum there on her finger. She brought it up to her mouth, sucking her finger and sending a hazy desire through him, though it wasn’t enough to make him hard again, not after coming like he had, as if everything had exploded out from his cock.
“Damn,” she muttered. “And that got me horny too.”
He turned his body toward her, distracted by the return of her pout as he shrugged his shirt back on to free himself. His hand covered the bun at the back of her head as he brought their faces together and kissed the hell out of her. His mouth was sloppy with the happiness rushing inside him. He drew away slightly to make a suggestion. “You can order me to take care of you.”
Her brow wrinkled in confusion. “But aren’t you tapped out?”
He shifted out from under her crouching body and gathered her in his arms to carry her to the bed. She bounced where he dropped her.
“Penetration isn’t a requirement for sex, Vespa.” Her frown grew more intense, and he nodded to emphasize. “We’ve already had sex, doing what we just did. My using my mouth on you will be sex too.”
Her eyes blew wide. “Your mouth?”
He reached out, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed. It had the added benefit of letting her shirt ride up and away from her pussy. “Has no one ever given you oral?”
She blinked, color rising in her cheeks. “How does you doing stuff to me equate to me bossing you around?”
Fuck. Sometimes she was so adorable. “Hold that thought,” he told her, crossing to the bathroom. After he had cleaned up his own loss of control and washed his hands, he moved back toward her.
Her smile flashed. “You’re so damn prissy. It probably nearly killed you to sit on that bathroom floor.”
He couldn’t help but frown. The suit would dry-clean. “I’m fine cleaning up after myself, especially when I enjoyed making the mess so much.” His hands stroked her outer thighs. “You asked me a question. Bossing me around isn’t just about my pleasure. It can be about your pleasure too. You can grab my head and drag it where you want. You can order me to spear you with my tongue or to suck on your clit. Whatever you like.” He searched her face, seeing only confusion. “You enjoyed getting me off, right?”
Her expression eased into satisfaction with an edge of superiority. “Yeah. A lot.”
He grinned at her. She was so fucking honest. “It’s the same for me. I’ll enjoy it.”
She nodded, her hands going to her shirt hem and stripping it off, over her head. She tossed the shirt away before lying back on the bed with a sigh of contentment.
Seeing her relaxed and naked made him lose his breath.
She waved her hand. “Okay, I order you to make me come. But the whole specific instructions thing?” She bit her lip. “I’m not so sure about that.”
She really hadn’t had oral, at least not any good oral that she’d liked. If he had to guess, he’d say none at all.
It made him angry.
But the expression on her face, the one that said she was nervous and aroused and unsure all at once, eased that emotion. A vulnerable Vespa wasn’t the woman he was used to, certainly not the one who squeezed his cock. No, this version of her squeezed his heart, and for the first time, that wasn’t a bad feeling at all.
Chapter 10
Staring down at Antonio kneeling between her thighs while he stared back at her was making Vespa’s stomach twist with nerves. She wished her head felt a little fuzzy still, but making him shout as he came had sobered her up.
The blue shirt was back on his shoulders, making the blue of his Di Salvo eyes a little sharper. Fuck, he was weirding her out, and she was already so wet some of it coated her inner thighs.
