Mauro
Stella sounded terrified, and what else would she be? She was stuck down here in this windowless prison with me and I was sporting the fucking king of all erections. Feeling Stella’s firm butt rubbing all over my dick had fired up all of my fantasies. First this morning and now.
Now she peered up at my face curiously, as if she was trying to figure me out. Fuck. I swallowed hard and shifted, trying to bring at least a bit of space between our bodies. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Why did it happen?”
If she hadn’t figured it out by herself, I wouldn’t tell her. As long as she remained in her oblivious bubble, the better for us.
“Try to sleep. I’ll keep you safe.” I probably wouldn’t catch any sleep tonight anyway, not with Stella’s body so close to mine and my dick eager to claim her.
She pursed her lips. “Mauro, why—”
“Sleep,” I growled.
Stella settled against the pillow but kept her eyes open. I needed her to stop thinking about my fucking erection and why I’d gotten it.
“If the attackers get down here, they’re going to rape me, and torture and kill you.”
Tension shot through my body at her sudden topic change. The thought of anyone hurting Stella like that turned my stomach to stone. I wouldn’t allow anyone to touch her. I wrapped an arm around her. “No. They can’t get down here.”
But they had managed to shut off our entire security system. What if they hacked the panic room system as well? It was a closed system, but what did I know? Fuck.
“Do you think it’s the Russians?”
“It could be the Outfit.” It was telling that I wished it was them. They never touched women. Stella would be safe even if they got down here. Their boss, Cavallaro, had a strict policy regarding harming innocent women. Me, they’d dismember and kill, of course.
“It’s sad that yesterday wasn’t even my worst birthday.”
My hold on her tightened, knowing what she was referring to. Her dad had died a day before her sixth birthday. “You’ll get your present once we’re out here.”
“What did you get for me?”
“That’s a secret.”
She cast her eyes up and something in them went straight to my dick. Maybe it was the dim light, but desire and need reflected on her beautiful face. “If we never get out of here alive, I won’t get a birthday present from you.”
“We’re not going to die,” I said firmly.
“But we could.”
She inched closer, her breasts brushing my chest. What was she doing?
She lifted her face, her lips coming closer to mine. I needed to stop her, but I didn’t move a single muscle. “There’s one thing I’ve wanted to do for a long time…”
She took a deep breath and pressed a kiss to my mouth. Her eyes widened. Her lips were satin-soft and she smelled absolutely delicious. I lost it. My arm tightened around her and I pulled her against me, then really kissed her. My tongue plunged into her mouth, discovering her, tasting her, losing myself in the sensation. I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and stroked her back. She shivered, her eyes fluttering shut, her body completely motionless in my embrace. Her tongue met mine and she moaned into my mouth, an eager sound straight out of my dreams. My brain short-circuited. I rolled on top of her, settling between her thighs, feeling the heat of her center through our clothes. My dick twitched and I kissed her even harder, cupping her head.
I jerked back when I realized what I was doing.
She’d given me a shy, innocent kiss, and I’d taken it up another level. Fuck, I’d dragged her from the ground floor to the fucking top level of the Empire State Building with me.
Stella was innocent. I was supposed to protect her, not manhandle her when she was at my mercy.
Maybe it was cabin fever. I shoved myself off her and stood, trying to rearrange my dick so it was less obvious. As if that still mattered. I’d dry-humped her like a fucking dog. Turning my back on her, I took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry,” I got out.
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
“There’s nowhere I could go.”
“I mean, come back.”
I slanted her a look. She was propped up on her forearm, her hair all over the place and her lips swollen from our kiss. Fuck, she looked absolutely irresistible. Better than in my fantasy.
“Stella—”
“I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
I blinked, not sure if this, too, was part of my overeager mind.
I stepped up to the bed and leaned over her, my arm braced beside her head. Narrowing my eyes, I said, “You know the rules. You know what it means to break them.”
“I don’t care.”
Neither did I. But I should. I damn well should.
She curled her hand around my neck, trying to pull me back down. I resisted. My eyes trailed down her body, lingering on my boxers, which looked fucking perfect on her. “If you knew what I’ve done to you in my fantasies…”
She took a deep breath, then licked her lips in the most tantalizing way possible. “What did you do?”
Nerves and excitement rang in her voice.
“I could show you,” I said. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t. That was the problem.
She gave a tiny nod. I still didn’t trust my eyes. I leaned down, claiming her lips again, and like last time, she kissed me back. I slid my palm up her thigh, needing to feel proof of her desire for me. Stella didn’t wear underwear beneath my shorts and my fingertips brushed her pussy lips.
She was completely soaked. My fingers glided smoothly over her folds and I groaned, completely lost in the sensation. I’d imagined this moment so often.
“Are you wet for me?” I growled.
Stella blinked at me, lips parted. Small pants fell from her mouth as I traced her pussy lightly, spreading her wetness.
“Tell me, is this…” I slid my pointer finger along her slit, gathering her juices and holding it up for her to see. “…because you want me?”
“Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” A dark blush stained her cheeks, but she held my gaze.
I groaned because she’d torn down my last defense. If she’d been hesitant, I would have kept my distance, but like this, with the prospect of dying in this hellhole? I had no power to resist.
I knelt down in front of the bunk and dragged her toward the edge, my fingers stroking up her soft thighs. I hooked my hands in her boxer shorts and slid them down, catching a whiff of her musky-sweet aroma. My cock twitched with need. Fuck.
“I’m going to give you a good lick before I show you how to blow me,” I rasped. I wanted more than that. I wanted to bury myself in her heat, wanted to mark her as mine, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t wait for her reply. I parted her wide and dragged my tongue from her opening up to her clit. Stella bucked up with a hoarse moan. Her hand flew to the top of my head, her fingers raking through my hair. I smiled against her pussy, ignoring my warning voice. In this moment, I didn’t want to consider the consequences of our actions. The outside world and its rules seemed light-years away.
She said my name over and over again as I licked her. Stella was my forbidden treat. Sweet as sin. A forbidden delight I wasn’t allowed to have and she tasted all the better because of it. Her throaty moans, her fingers tangling in my hair, her dripping arousal drove me near insane with desire. For the first time since losing my virginity at fourteen, I felt like I might come in my pants.
“Oh Mauro,” she said, her hips bucking, pressing her pussy closer to my open mouth. I dipped my tongue into her, wishing my cock could do the same.
“Do you like my tongue in your pussy?” I rasped.
“Yes.”
Her voice dripped with desire, with the need to come. I circled her opening then dove back in. Slipping my hands beneath her ass cheeks, I lifted her for better access, burying my face in her lap.
Every moan, every twitch of her body as I devoured her pussy made my dick swell more. Soon, Stella writhed beneath me, her cries bouncing off the walls as she arched up. I groaned against her as she came, feeling fucking triumphant about giving her first orgasm to her.
I didn’t want anyone else to see her like this—ever.