Captive Thirst: Mafia Romance (Rough Redemption Book 4) Page 7

  He pulled away, staring into my eyes as if seeking some secret treasure there. His gaze melted any last inhibition, and I placed his fingers in my mouth, teasing them along my tongue.

  His mouth was on my neck, breathy and hot between kisses, and my breath grew ragged as he had his way with me.

  “More.”

  “Yes, gorgeous. Against my better judgment, you’ll get more.”

  His words broke the spell a little, and I asked, “Why do you say that?”

  “Trust me. No one could talk me out of having you tonight. But I’m not stupid enough to believe life will ever be the same after I do.” His hands were like brands against my skin as he pulled me to him, lifting me like a baby in his arms. “After we make love, I know it will be impossible to forget you.”

  I guess there really was something to that whole biological clock concept.

  Carlos said he’d get me on the pill, but I’d taken leave of my senses and wanted him anyway I could have him.

  Birth control or not.

  A baby would cramp my style, not to mention, put a damper on my plans to compete with Prancer.

  So I’d take the next best thing.

  I wanted to take care of him the way he had done for me last night.

  Standing beside him, brushing my teeth, I observed the way my modest but youthfully upright breasts jiggled in the mirror. It was no small achievement to see his eyes locked onto the sight of their ripe and swollen reflection.

  All of me felt ripe and swollen.

  And I wasn’t the only one.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his thick cock jutting straight out from his body.

  When finished, I walked to the bedroom window to take in the sunset which refused to be ignored, “Is every night a spectacular show like this?”

  “Yes, and it’s always different,” he said.

  “You’re so lucky.”

  “Agreed.” His voice was feral behind me, and his hands cupped my backside. I turned to look at him. “And I’m about to be even luckier.”

  He pulled his boxers down to the ground, turned me to face away from the window and took a seat in the overstuffed armchair beneath it. “Why don’t you get on your knees?” He asked, placing a decorative pillow on the ground. “Show me what a good girl you can be. That’s what you long for isn’t it? For someone to appreciate what a good girl you are?”

  I raised my brow, the longing to hold his erection made my hands clench briefly, then release, and my fingers tingled with the need to touch.

  Obediently, I lowered myself to the ground and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss at the very tip of his bulging penis, it was decorated with a dew droplet at its very tip. The bead of moisture clung to my lips and I licked it off, exploring the salty taste of him which made him touch the top of my head, linger there, not making me do anything different than sit back on my heels, staring up at him, as intoxicated by the taste of his precum as I was by the essence of his lips.

  Leaning forward, I dared explore further. I had no idea how Carlos liked to be sucked but possessed plenty of book learning on giving oral and what kinds of male behavior turned me on.

  Force me.

  The silent words jolted me hard. It’s what I wanted. What always got me off when I was reading lady porn.

  But what would it be like to have that happen in real life?

  Would I gag?

  A longing to make him feel as good as he made me overcame me with a surge that was stronger than lust. My lips parted, and I leaned forward to take his larger-than-life erection into my mouth.

  He spoke my name in an affectionate whisper when I slid just the tip of him onto my tongue, and probed at his sensitive underside, the sensation of having power over him this way, made a delicious shudder shoot through my body, pooling warmth at my very center.

  My buttocks rested once more on my heels, so that I could look up at him, and beg him to show me what I had only fantasized about up til now. “Help me, Carlos.”

  Lowering my mouth to his bulbous cockhead again, I alternated between licking and sucking just the end, excited and frightened by the thought of trying to take it all. There was so much of it that I had to squeeze and stroke the shaft with my hands, in order to pay him full attention.

  Fluttering apprehension licked at my gut while waiting for him to make me take it all.

  “That’s very good, gorgeous, you’re a natural. Now open wide so I can properly fuck your face.”

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  Carlos

  Obediently, she opened her jaw at my command. And like a true submissive, placed her small hands reverently around the girth of my cock.

  The crown of her head was silky beneath my touch, sensual in its own right, and I immediately thought of fisting my dick with it.

  “Oh. My. God. That’s so good,” I said, one palm clasping the back of her skull, holding her in place while I sank into her warm mouth.

  There was nowhere she could go.

  “Is that what you wanted, bella? You like being forced to take all of that big dick down your throat?” I gripped her hair and pulled her off my aching erection so she could answer.

  She wiped the copious saliva from her face and answered, “Yes, I want you to make me do it more.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m going to fuck you with this cock so good, you’ll never so much as look at anyone else’s… but that’s not going to happen tonight.”

  “Why not?” She pouted.

  “Because.” I put my hand to the back of her head again, and shoved my leaking cock down her throat, punctuating my words with slight thrusts from below. “You need to learn how to milk me dry before I take your pussy.”

  She mewled her need and gasped at the invading thickness that suddenly filled her mouth. I was covered in her slick attention, and she used the natural lubricant to stroke me each time I pulled out of her mouth. I pumped fully forward, and the insane urge to come shoved my length inside her mouth all the way to its hilt.

  She took it all, cupping my balls in her hand, an adorable chipmunk with a huge mouth full of cock, looking up at me, with her batting lashes.

  It made me want to control her. To see how far she’d go for me.

  “Is that what you wanted? You wanted me to roughly fuck your face? Does it turn you on to be helpless?” I pulled out again, holding onto my thickness, directing it at her mouth, bumping against her lips, but not pushing inside.

  She moaned, as if the sight of my dripping dick was a mouthwatering dessert.

  “Answer me, gorgeous. Is this what you want?” I had to pry my swollen thickness sideways, rigid as it was, and I used the spring force to whip it against her cheek. “Am I in charge of you?”

  She gasped at the impact and pulled away. She stared at the rigid erection in front of her, the greed and lust evident in her expression. “Yes. You’re in charge of me, and I want to be your good girl. I want you to strong-arm me into sucking your cock. It gets me so hot.”

  I could no longer speak, when she eagerly opened her mouth, swiping her tongue all around the surface of the invading cock that was coated in her wetness. When I tried to pull away again, she increased her suction, clamping her lips around the crested, mushroom head.

  Lovingly, one hand at the back of her neck, I moved my hips forward on the chair cushion, effectively sinking myself fully inside her mouth, holding her in place until the sweet sight of tears gathered at the corner of her eyes. “Hard to breathe?” I asked, thrusting forward even further down her throat.

  She nodded, careful to keep her teeth off of me, although at this point, I’d hardly notice if she bit me, the need to let my pulsing cock explode inside her mouth was so great.

  There was no gagging, she relaxed to take me all in and although the tears ran down her cheeks, something else appeared in her eyes.

  Worship.

  Her heart reflected in her stare, opening up to me, taking me in, just like she held me in her mouth.

  I was rock-hard and ready to c
ome when she placed a hand on each of my buttocks and motioned me forward, pulling at me like she needed more.

  I’d never been this hard, this swollen, for anyone but her. It was as if her mouth was meant to hold me, and even better, she had the same proclivities as me.

  “Such a good little cock princess, aren’t you? That mouth of yours is made to catch my cum.” I stifled a hungry groan and my determined fingers knotted in her hair, working her head up and down my shaft.

  She said she wanted it like this, and she was still gobbling me greedily down her throat, her enthusiasm and the sweet suction of her mouth was too much.

  “Oh fuck, Gabriela. You’re going to suck me off. Is that what you want? To swallow my cum?” I was turning myself on with my own words and by this point was totally out of control.

  Even if she wanted me to stop, I didn’t think I could.

  She made a begging sound around me and carefully massaged my balls as I came in a hot rush of cream, forcing her to take it all like she wanted, to be my sweet little cock slave.

  Her moans of pleasure turned to genuine alarm, as she struggled to swallow my spurting cum.

  Incapable of speech, I withdrew from the moist heat of her mouth, catching the spill over in my palm.

  Moments passed as we caught our breath.

  “Sh. Princess.” I reassured her, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll never force you to swallow if you don’t want to, but I will make you wear me on your skin.” Placing my cum-filled palm on one of her breasts, I applied my seed like lotion, and massaging it into her flushed complexion.

  There were a few things I needed to take care of at the Casino and there was no way I was leaving her alone at Lost Coast Acres, but being out in public made Gabriela twitchy. “If we get caught here by the Sinaloans, I’m blaming you.” She narrowed her eyes at me and tapped her foot on the floor while we waited in the lobby of the Diamante for our table.

  “No worries, the only Sinaloan that would dare set foot in here is one with a death wish. We’re surrounded.” I jerked my chin at my cousin Brando by way of greeting as he did the same from the window of his office on the upper floor. Her hair was thick and sleek under my palm when I stroked her like a pet, “I got you. It’s going to be okay.”

  My second priority, after keeping her safe, was to get Gabriela fed. She was of an age when she could still make weight while eating burgers and fries for every meal, but I noticed she didn’t.

  Seeing her deprive herself pissed me off.

  She sat across from me, a glass of the specialty tea batched by tribal healers held between her hands. “What’s in that shit?” I asked her, feeling put out because I couldn’t convince her to have a milk shake with her meal. “It smells rank.”

  Reading from the tea bag she said, “This soothing botanical blend has a rich, cordial-like flavor that highlights sumptuous elderberry. This berry, wild-gathered in the forests of the Lost Coast, has been used for ages in ancient herbal remedies to support the immune system.” To prove her point, she took a dainty sip, “I can use all the help I can get. I’ve got a race coming up, remember? No way can I afford to get sick.”

  The tendons in my neck flexed, and I had an image of Prancer taking a fall, Gabriela effectively pinned beneath him while his huge bulk writhed on top of her, crushing bones.

  “How could I forget?” I growled.

  My pulse quickened as I watched her blow cooling air across the surface of her tea, reminding me of how she pouted around my cock head just a couple of hours ago.

  I’d set my own trap.

  Now that I’d had a taste of her, or rather, she’d had a taste of me, there was no fucking way I’d do anything to put myself in jeopardy of losing that sweet, sucking mouth.

  Okay, it was more than that. I couldn’t forbid her to ride because she had me completely under her spell.

  Admittedly, I’d do anything she asked, and it felt like I was losing my damned mind.

  And it was about to get worse.

  Much, much worse.

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  Gabriela

  Carlos had talked me into ordering the shrimp scampi, which I did, and yet he still kept shoving his hands through his hair repeatedly, and making snarky comments about my tea.

  “Why are you mad?” I asked.

  “I’m not mad,” he sniped at me.

  I flinched away from him and raised my brows, crossing my arms in an “Oh, really?” type gesture.

  Big mistake goading him. He leaned down and his breath kissed my ear when he whispered, “There is a difference between being frustrated and being angry. Did you ever think that I can’t get the image of your sweet mouth around my cock out of my mind? It’s enough to drive any man insane and I wasn’t playing with a full deck to start with.”

  My chin shot toward the ceiling, a completely inappropriate feeling of accomplishment pouring over my body like warm butter, as I took a huge, satisfied inhalation of breath. “I’m… sorry?”

  Only that was a lie.

  I put a hand on his arm, certain my touch was what he needed, same as when I patted Prancer’s neck to comfort him. I grinned and gave a half-shrug, the secret knowledge that I had brought this Drago to his knees taking over my face.

  He had my complete attention.

  My arms stretched over my head.

  I drove him crazy.

  “If you were enjoying yourself so much, why did we come here where there are a million people? We could have stayed at the ranch and explored each other some more.”

  My frank mention of sexual adventures made him nearly spit take his shake.

  “Because it’s the biggest fortress around with plenty of my relatives working the floor to watch our backs,” he said. “And sometimes, believe it or not, the best place to hide is in plain sight.”

  My salad was fresh, and I didn’t admit out loud that his fries smelled sinfully delicious. I didn’t have to. As if reading my mind, he picked one up and moved it towards my mouth, pressing it against my lips in a gesture that was insistent and explicit.

  Of course it made me think of his cock.

  And the taste. “Jesus, that’s good.” I said, my mouth watering at the thought of another fry.

  “I’ll say,” he said, waggling his brows.

  He fed me another.

  “Okay, okay that’s enough. I can think of another place to hide in plain sight you know? Somewhere those men wouldn’t dream we’d dare hang out again, it’s so public.”

  “Yeah, where’s that?”

  “The track. Prancer needs consistent conditioning if he’s going to qualify to race at Sonoma,” I said.

  He nearly spit out his shake again, covering his mouth and swallowing it down.

  “From Briarville to Sonoma?” Carlos tilted his head and rubbed his jaw. “Ambitious much?”

  “You know he has it in him. You’ve seen me ride—he’ll do anything for me. It’s not about how many wins he’s had, it’s about big his heart is.”

  After dinner, Carlos introduced me to his cousins Brando and Tony who worked there. They had the same stunning advantage as he did: being tall, dark, handsome, and attentive which was enough to whack any female in her biological prime over the head with a stupid stick.

  Were Dragos born knowing how to make women feel like the only female on the planet?

  Voices jagged as bread knives, the universal black swoop of thick hair, and the rugged jaw with a perpetual five o’clock shadow—they were born to give pleasure to the opposite sex.

  Carlos pulled me away and led me to the bar to buy me a glass of Chardonnay. I held the glass to my lips taking in the wide cast of characters out on the casino floor: from barely legals out on the prowl to pensioners shuffling from one slot to the next with the aid of their walkers.

  “Let’s go upstairs.” I tugged at his hand, feeling suddenly sleepy. It had been quite a day, getting shot at, giving my first blow job.

  “One thing first,” Carlos slid a piece of paper into my hand.<
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  “What’s this?” I lifted the hundred dollar bill up to his eyes.

  “Something tells me you’re lucky. Go put it in the slot machine over there,” he said.

  “I don’t know how to work those things.” I protested. “Besides, this is too much money.”

  “Please,” he said. I knew exactly what he meant. One privilege of being a Serrano or a Drago was never having to worry about cash. We might put up with a lot from our families, but liquidity was one thing we never lacked.

  I handed him my glass and said, “Hold my wine.” Taking a seat on the squishy, silver glittered stool, I asked, “How do you make it go?”

  Drago patiently walked me through each step, covering my hand with his in order to show me which button to push, and leaning forward to press his already stiffening cock into my back.

  I reached behind and swatted his solid steel thigh, “Quit it. You’re blocking my concentration.”

  He chuckled behind me, grabbing at my scalp and pulling my neck backwards so that he could place his thick lips over mine. “Come on gorgeous. Let’s get lucky.”

  “I don’t want to play this anymore.”

  “Oh yeah? What do you want to do?” he asked.

  “I want to go upstairs.”

  Looking up into his eyes, they captured mine and the entire world went away, such that I didn’t even know I’d hit the jackpot until he told me. “Quadrupled my investment. Not bad.”

  He shot me a wicked grin, and my stomach flipped. Not bad. Not bad at all.

  The next morning, I awoke to a breakfast tray and coffee on the side table next to me. I didn’t even remember falling asleep.

  “Carlos?”

  There was no answer.

  The bathroom was empty as was the closet. I shoved my head into my t-shirt and threw on some jeans. I’d take the opportunity to go see Prancer before he got back.