Page 9 of Ruin
“You couldn’t handle me, Lexi,” I say, letting go of her wrists and running my fingers through my hair. Gi’sinlove? With Tony the Motherfucking Hack?
“I couldn’t handle you? Or I couldn’t handle your cock?” She smirks, and I scowl at her.
“Both. Either.” I close my eyes and lean my head back against the couch cushions.
Fuck, Gi looked so good tonight in that little dress. The way her hazel eyes changed color when she went from flirty to angry. The way she moved when she was dancing with Lexi. When she kissed Lexi, what was she thinking about? Is she kissing Antonio now? Is she letting him touch her?
She’s a virgin and, as far as I know, her experience with men is limited. It’s one of the things that has kept me from touching her. My cock is larger than average, at least that’s what I’ve been told by my brothers every day since I was 14. It’s also what women have said who have attempted to fuck me when they struggled to get it in their mouths.
I don’t want to end the fantasy of us being together by having her decide that my cock is too big for her to handle.
But what if she didn’t? Lexi did just say she wanted to fuck me.
A chill shoots through my spine as I imagine Giovanna sucking my cock, the feel of her warm mouth, her nails digging into my thighs. Wrapping her thick dark hair around my hand and moving her up and down, pushing myself into her.
The images blur in my brain with memories of the way her nails felt stroking the nape of my neck tonight, those big hazel eyes looking up at me, the way she dragged her tongue over my bottom lip when she asked me to kiss her.
The whiskey twists my memories like clothes in a washingmachine. Giovanna in her little purple two-piece bathing suit this summer and how she looked at me as she untied the strings while laying down to sunbathe. Giovanna laughing at a movie we watched together, her head thrown back, her long black hair brushing against my skin. Giovanna’s ass just an inch from my mouth when I threw her over my shoulder tonight, the creamy skin of her thighs under my hands as I held her against me.
“Gi,” I breathe, and everything hits me all at once in a drunken blur. How much I want to tear Tony to pieces, how pissed I am that I let Matti stop me from going after Giovanna when she left with him, how I should have kissed her at midnight, how she should be here right now.
She should be here, with my cock in her mouth. Smearing that bright pink lipstick. Hearing her gag, dripping saliva all over me. Spanking her ass while she chokes on my cock, pulling up that little dress. Sliding her panties to the side, pushing my fingers into her wet pussy. Finger-fucking that wet pussy until she comes, moaning around my cock, until I shove her head all the way down and make her take all of it while I come in the back of her throat.
“Gi.” I groan her name again as my stomach tightens and I come, my cock jerking as I imagine Giovanna looking up at me with her big hazel eyes, her mouth open wide as I fill it to overflowing with cum.
The sound of retching makes me jerk my eyes open to find Lexi on her knees on the floor, puking into an empty pizza box on the coffee table.
Fuck, I forgot she was here. I look down. Why is my cock out? I grab the back of my t-shirt at the collar and pull it off, using it to wipe my cum off me, then zip myself back up. Igrimace seeing blotches of crusty red on the shirt—Lexi’s lipstick—and stand up to throw the shirt in the trash.
My phone is on the floor, and I pick it up. Three missed calls from Giovanna and a text from her that just says “Where r u”
Fuck.
My hands are shaking as I try to call her back, but it goes straight to voicemail.
Lexi sits back on her heels, wiping her face with the back of her hand and looking up at me, bleary-eyed. She’s breathing in gasps and blinks at me a few times as she wobbles to standing.
“Do you always say Giovanna’s name when another woman is sucking your cock, or am I special?”
Freezing where I stand, I blink a few times trying to get my bearings. I’ve dissociated plenty of times before in awkward situations, but this is the worst. Did she just imply that she was sucking my cock? “What?”
“Jesus, Tommy. What the fuck is wrong with you? And stop gloating. You said I couldn’t handle your dick, and you were right. This could not be a worse fucking date. Where’s my phone?”
Date?!
My jaw drops open, and I try to lean against the dining room table and miss, almost falling over before I catch myself. What the fuck just happened? Did she just—while Giovanna was trying to call me?
Lexi snaps her fingers at me. “Hello? My phone? It’s right fucking next to you. Can you hand it to me?”
When I still don’t move but look down at the table blindly, trying desperately to keep my legs underme, Lexi groans and shoves past me to snatch her phone off the table. She unlocks it and starts swiping. “Do you have some water?”
I can’t tell if this is an awkward situation in general or just for me, but I shake my head trying to clear it, then stumble to the fridge to grab her a bottle of water. When she takes it, I drop heavily into one of the dining chairs and cover my face with my hands.
I can’t fucking believe this. Giovanna was angry when Lexi kissed me. When she finds out about this, she is never going to speak to me again.
I can’t fucking breathe.
“My Uber will be here in a few minutes. I’m going to wait in the lobby.” She gestures to the pizza box then winds a lock of her hair around her finger. “Sorry. Also, not sorry. For the record, it’s really fucking rude to say another girl’s name when—”
