Page 54 of Love Lessons
I double down, working him with my mouth, sucking him like I’m in the running for an award.
And maybe I am. I fumble with the bottle of lube and spill some into my palm. When I slide my slicked-up hand across his balls, he grunts loudly. “Look out, baby,” he pants. “I can’t hold back.”
I pop off him and sit up. “Paint me,” I demand. “Do it.” I jerk him quickly, my knees splayed, my exposed breasts bouncing. It’s as free and dirty as I’ve ever been in my life.
He shudders and groans as he unleashes a hot spurt of semen right across my camisole. “Fuck. Me.” His cock jerks again in my hand, before he finally collapses back on the bed, breathing hard. He takes a deep, satisfied breath. “Impressive, contessa. Jesus.”
I grab his wrist and hold it up in the air. There’s still time on the clock.
He lets out a snort of laughter. Then he sits up and hauls me in for the messiest, most satisfying kiss of my life.
EIGHTEEN
I Just Created a Monster
IAN
For the secondtime in weeks, I sleep like the dead for eight hours. I wake up dazed, blinking into the sunshine, and wrapped around Vera’s mostly naked body, where we’d passed out last night.
My comfort is interrupted, though, by the realization that someone is knocking on the door to my room. I can hear it faintly from here in Vera’s room.
Knock knock knock. “Crikey? You coming on this run?”
I slide out of the bed with a curse and trot into my own damn room. “Two minutes!” I call to Castro, who’s on the other side of the door. “Right down!”
Castro leaves, and I stumble into my compression shorts and a comfortably worn-out T-shirt. It’s quiet in the adjoining room while I pull on my socks and running shoes, and I slip out without waking Vera.
I don’t kiss her goodbye or leave a note. Not like I know what I’d say.Thanks for the surprisingly intense sexual experience. Last night was one of the hotter nights of my adult life, and I couldn’t even tell you why.
Yeah. No. Besides, she knows where to find me later.
When I get downstairs, the guys are waiting for me. “Hung over?” Drake asks me, handing me a glass of water. “Castro said it was like trying to wake the dead.”
“I’m cool. Just sleepy.” I pound the water anyway. “Let’s go.”
We head out into the bright Italian morning with Drake and Castro in the lead. My buddy Anton is telling me stories about what had happened at their poker game after I departed. Castro’s wife bluffed her own husband into losing a big pot. “It was awesome,” Anton says with a deep chuckle. “The girl had pocket aces and she didn’t raise him until the turn.”
“Priceless,” I say at just the right time. But my head is miles away. I’m still drunk on oxytocin and sexual gratification. One night won’t be enough. I wish I could turn around, run back to the villa, and slide back into Vera’s bed.
Then again, it’s always fun to break a dry spell. That must be why I still feel so keyed up. Even now I’m looking out at some people sunning themselves on the deck of a boat in the lake, and my inner horny boy is wondering what kind of trouble Vera and I could get up to on a boat after dark.
What a great vacation this is shaping up to be.
I love Italy.
* * *
When we get backfrom our run, the day is heating up, so we all strip off our T-shirts and jump off the dock. The lake is a welcome shock to my system.
We’re splashing each other like little boys at summer camp when the women appear, dressed to kill, ready for a day in Milan. Vera is wearing yet another hot little dress, black this time, and heels that make her legs look long enough to wrap around me twice.
I give her a hot look, and she pinks up before tossing her hair and looking away.
“Anyone want to go shopping with us?” Heidi Jo asks.
Cue some loud laughter from the lake.
“Didn’t think so,” she says with a smile. “Anyone need anything from town?”
