Unraveled (Guzzi Duet Book 1)(56)

Of course it was.

Cara liked to say that it was him who had a gift with his mouth and tongue, but he didn’t think she was aware of her little talent. The second her lips encased his cock, and she took him deep into her throat without slowing once, Gian was in fucking heaven. She always knew how to suck him, hard on the swallow, and looser on the way up. Her tongue swirled at the head of his shaft, while her teeth teased along the pulsing vein that matched the beats of his heart.

And fuck, she didn’t give him a break. She didn’t slow.

She sucked and sucked, while her fingers dug into his thighs. She didn’t stop when his fingers weaved into her hair so that he could hold her down on his cock, and her throat flexed in the best way around his shaft when his hips bucked upward, wanting more still.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled in a hard groan. “Suck my fucking cock, Tesoro. Just like that.”

He called Cara a lot of things in bed.

His slut.

An angel.

Sexy. Beautiful. Filthy.

But treasure—that one probably fit her best.

Especially when she was sucking him off.

Only something precious and treasured could make him feel as crazy and high as she did when she was fucking him or sucking him dry.

Sex—for Gian—had become something of a nuisance in his life, to deal with when he got the chance. It slowly became a secondary need that took a back seat to his daily responsibilities and the duties that always had to come first.

Not with Cara.

With Cara, sex became a form of his affection. It was yet another way to communicate. It let him feel. He was always relaxed—never bothered or worried about outside issues—whether he was on his knees between her legs, or she was above him looking down. He focused in on her, nothing else, and it wasn’t such a fucking nuisance to be taken care of.

It was an urge that was constant. Unrelenting.

She was always on the back of his mind now, in one way or another. When he wasn’t with her, he was working out a way to be with her. In her effort to have space from him, all she had managed to do was make Gian even more fucking obsessed with her than he had been before. He controlled the urges well enough, but it was like constantly balancing on a very thin string, ready to break. He didn’t want her running scared from him again, he wanted her with him.

The sound that tore from his throat was almost inhuman, his words jumbling together as the pressure and heat in his spine suddenly grew to the point of no return. He managed to get something out, a mix of “fuck, I’m going to come” and “shit, don’t stop.” He wasn’t really sure what he said, he couldn’t hear it. His ears were ringing as his load emptied into Cara’s waiting mouth. She kept his cock tight to her lips and deep in her throat as his cum shot out with enough force to make him dizzy.

Like the good girl she was to him, she swallowed every last fucking bit of it down, too. Then she cleaned his cock with her tongue, and kissed her way back up his body until she was sitting sweetly in his lap, straddling him. The pleased curve of her lips told him that she liked sucking him off, if only because it gave her some control between them.

She didn’t know it, but she had all the control now.

Gian pulled Cara in for a bruising kiss, her lips warm and swollen against his. Despite having just emptied his fucking balls, his cock was still painfully hard, because he wasn’t done. It wasn’t that simple when it came to Cara.

“Thank you for wearing a dress tonight,” he said.

Cara lifted a single brow high. “Why?”

“It makes this easier, and faster.”

He’d needed to get undressed entirely, she only needed her skirt lifted up and her panties pushed aside. Then, he could finally get back to the heaven and home that came with fucking Cara Rossi.

Gian lifted Cara’s skirt and turned her in his lap so that her back pressed to his chest. His hand flew between her thighs to feel what belonged to him there. He buried his face into her sweet-smelling curls as he yanked her panties aside, and brought her down on his length without giving her time to prepare for it. He didn’t want to wait, he was so fucking tired of waiting after weeks of it.

But shit … it was worth it. Every hot, slick, tight inch of her sucked him in and held him in place like she wasn’t going to let him go. Seated deep in her cunt, Gian could breathe again for the moment.

“Oh, fuck,” Cara breathed as she squirmed on his cock in the best way.

“Christ, you’re wet. How hot do you get sucking me off?”

“It’s not normal.”

Her words were a mumble. A hot, airless mumble.

“It is,” he said with a chuckle, his fingers tangling into her hair. “Now, you got what you fucking wanted—you made me come. Give me what I want, Cara. Give me what’s mine, mon ange.”

Her pussy. Her orgasms. Her sounds. All of that belonged to him when they were like this.

Every bit of it.

“Just give me a sec—”

Gian tugged firmly on her hair, quieting whatever she was going to say. “Fuck me, Cara. Now.”

She didn’t need to be told again, lifting enough to ride him while he pulled on her hair and kept a hand between her thighs at the same time. He liked the feeling of his cock and her cunt against his fingertips. He could feel everything, from the way she stretched open every time she lowered on to his cock, to the rhythmic pulse of his heart beating in his shaft. All her juices slicked them up, and he wanted to see her clean his fingers off when they were done.