Page 35 of Renata Vitali (The Five Syndicates)
“Let’s have sex!” she blurted. Her face brightened. It was cute if not wildly out of character.
Then again, she’d been like this lately. She was wild and reckless and crazy and so damned unexpected, I had no idea how to handle her.
I arched a brow. “I didn’t know talking about Ludo was such an aphrodisiac.”
She tugged at the bottom of my shirt, her greedy hands eager and frantic in their movements. “Ludo? God, no. But your body is over mine, and you smell good, and you look like you do, and you talk like you do, and you act like you do, and I just want you.” Her tipsy eyes sparkled, drunk with what looked like lust and felt like trouble.
I buried my nose in her neck and grinned against her skin. “You know, I used to think you were like a robot. No emotions. Just articulate words delivered with no expression. Look what I’ve turned you into.”
“Shush.” She closed her eyes.
My mouth trailed up her neck to her jawline, which I peppered with kisses. She tilted her head and met my lips. We’d done this over the last few weeks. School ended. Angelo became more and more unhinged. The De Luca syndicate was falling apart at the seams, and I waited for my father to fall. My only constant nowadays was Ren, and I could do this—be with her—all day.
I could feel it rising in my throat, like an invisible liquid spouting from deep within me. Drowning me. I knew it wasn’t there. I knew it was in my head. But it, like the annoying pounding of my heart, was tangible when Ren was around. She was drowning me, and I didn’t want to be saved.
I deepened our kiss. My tongue stroked the roof of her mouth. She bucked her hips against me, grinding along my erection. Her fingers raked through my hair and tugged. I groaned into her mouth, and she reached between us and slid a hand underneath my jogger sweats and Calvin Kleins.
My cock glided across her soft palm. She wrapped her hands around my erection, and I thrust into her fist. Fucking it. My tongue mimicked the movement of my cock in her mouth. Reaching a hand between us, I pinched her nipples through her bra, so hard they pebbled in an instant.
She cried out into my mouth, and I swallowed her ecstasy. Her hands tore at my shirt until it ripped off. She used her legs to push my sweats and boxers briefs halfway down my legs. So fucking eager.
I leaned back, pulled her pants and underwear off her in one quick movement, and leaned forward again to place an openmouthed kiss between her legs. She cried out when I slid two fingers inside her. She was so, so wet, it dripped down my fingers, and they entered her with ease.
I curled my fingers until her wetness coated them. I pulled them out, tore her shirt in two, and snapped her bra in half. Her bare breasts sprang out, bouncing as the bra snapped. So full and round, I wanted to sink my teeth in them.
Instead, I slid my fingers inside her again—so deep, she arched her back off the bed. I gathered her wetness, slid my fingers out, and spread it around her nipples. My mouth latched onto the pebbled bud, and I sucked off the wetness. Flicking my tongue against it, I bit down.
She jerked her hips forward, and her pussy glided against my erection. My cock slipped past her lips, the head of it entering her. She was so tight, she sucked me in. I wanted to thrust forward, hard and fast, but I stilled.
My eyes closed, and I grit out, “Condom. Nightstand.”
She surprised me by shaking her head. “Can we…?”
“Are you on the pill?”
“IUD. And I’m clean.”
I nodded and slid inside her without another word. The urge to move deep and fast gripped me, but I kept my movements slow and measured in case she was inexperienced. Hooking her leg around me, she pushed me forward until I sank completely into her.
That was all I needed to pick up the pace. Her arms rested beside her head as I moved in and out of her. I grabbed one of her hands, holding it as I pushed inside her as deep as I could. She was so tight. I wanted to come inside her, then take her all over again.
My free hand explored her body. Pinched her nipples. Rubbed slow circles around her clit. Squeezed her hips. Gripped her waist, and pushed her harder onto my cock. I reached between us, gathered her wetness from her clit, and dipped my thumb into her mouth, so she could taste for herself how good she tasted. I could do this all day long. I could live inside her.
She came with her lips wrapped around my thumb. Her moans nipped my skin and shot straight to my cock. I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and pressed a kiss to her lips as I flipped us, so she sat on top of me. Gripping her hips on both sides, I picked up the pace from slow lovemaking to downright fucking.
As I drove into her, faster and faster, angling for her G-spot, her walls clenched around me, and my climax followed. I came inside her, her walls gripping me tightly. My eyes closed for a moment, and I took the time to appreciate this moment.
My father was falling, I was rising, and I had the girl of my dreams with me. I felt her lean forward and press her forehead against mine. My eyes stayed shut, and I breathed her in. Vanilla. Strawberry. That goddamned shampoo of hers mixed with the heady scent of sex. I could breathe her in all day.
“Day, I lov—” She cut herself off, but I knew what she’d been about to say.
Hell, I felt it, too.
For the first time ever, I felt liberated enough to feel this way.
I cupped her face and waited until she opened her eyes and stared into mine. “I’m in love with you.”
“We’re young.”
