Page 174 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“You’re making this hard on me.”

“From where I’m standing, it seems pretty fucking easy.”

“Of course it would, to you.”

Gian opened his mouth to respond, but his air caught in his throat when Cara’s hands reached for him, her fingers circled tight around his cock. She slid her palm under his sac to cradle his balls. Firm, long strokes of her hand—tight as fuck at the base, and a little looser at the tip—had his head falling back, and a thick groan escaping his chest. His cock jerked in her hand, when her thumb rolled one of his balls between her soft palm and her fingers. Gently, and not too rough, but shit if that didn’t make him flex his hips forward into her strokes for more.

He didn’t give a shit if it was her hands, her mouth, or her cunt. As long as his dick was on it, in it, or soaked by it. As long as she was touching, fucking, or doing something to him, all was well in his world.

Whatever it was, she was his heaven.

It was his drug.

How long had it been since she touched him?

Too damn long.

“You were right,” Cara said, “at the restaurant, I mean.”

“Do tell.”

“There’s been no one since you. There can’t be. They’re not you, Gian.”

“I’m not sorry for that,” he murmured.

“I didn’t think you would be.”

He was far too pleased about it, actually.

“Don’t be nice,” Cara said softly, making him look down at her. “Don’t be soft, and sweet, and good. Don’t do that tonight because you want to fuck with my head after everything that happened. We don’t do that, Gian.”

“Cara—”

“Don’t.”

“Cara,” Gian murmured in a half-groan, his fingers weaving into her hair and tugging firmly enough to make her stop. He found a familiar lust and love swirling in the blues of her eyes, but he saw a wariness there, too. It cut him deep. “When have I ever done that to you?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Never.”

“And I won’t.”

A single nod answered him back.

“Now … Jésus Christ, get that mouth of yours on my fucking cock. I better see those goddamn lipstick stains of yours where I like, Cara. Be a good girl, like I know you can be, and suck my fucking dick.”

She did what he demanded, and it was glorious. A warm, wet familiar bliss that cleared his mind and made him silent in one single second. All she had to do was wrap her pretty red lips around his cock, suck him hard and deep enough into her throat that her muscles contracted along his length, and he was done for.

God, did she know how to suck cock.

It made Gian crazy.

Her tongue flicked against the throbbing vein on the underside of his dick, while her sharp teeth scraped along his length on the withdrawal. Gian didn’t need to urge or help Cara on when it came to sucking him off. She knew exactly what to do. That didn’t stop him from tugging harder on her hair to feel her happy little moans vibrate his shaft. It didn’t stop him from flexing his hips forward when she took him deeper, just to see her sly grin form around his dick as her eyes watered.

“You’re so good with that mouth, mon ange. Succhiami il cazzo.”

Suck my cock.

Suck my cock.