Code of Honor (Spontagio Family 1)

hes the inside of my thigh with his finger. My legs tremble against his touch. God, he’s barely started and I’m ready to come. Slowly, he positions himself lower down the bed so my thighs rest on either side of his shoulders. I can feel his breath on my pussy and it’s driving me insane.

“Don’t move those hands,” he warns.

I swallow the lump in my throat, not trusting myself to look down at him. His hands snake around my thighs. I gasp as he pulls me forward until his mouth is on my pussy. I groan, and my legs buckle as his tongue fills me. My hands slip farther down the wall, threatening to fall away.

“Keep your hands on the wall,” he growls. “Don’t get me angry, Luce.”

I try to focus on my hands and the wall, but it’s nearly impossible with his tongue invading me. He lets out a groan, his fingers clawing at my ass as he pleasures me.

“God, yes,” I gasp. My back arches, my body aching for more of him. His thrusts increase, sending me into overdrive. “I’m so close,” I moan.

I cry out as I climax, dropping one hand down to his head, my fingers clutching at his hair. I can’t handle it, but I’m not ready for him to stop. My body convulses as he gently flicks my entrance until I can’t take any more.

I lift myself off him and fall into his arms, incapable of words or actions. I can’t even think straight. Chuckling, he kisses my neck, his muscular arms embracing me, holding me close.

I smile and release a sigh. I can’t think of a better way to spend my morning than doing what we just did.

We spend the rest of the afternoon in bed. Normally I’d feel guilty about spending one of my rare days off holed up in my bedroom, but we’ve had quite a workout, so I feel like I put in the training I usually would have.

It’s close to four when I finally drag myself from the bed. Pietro grins at me as I walk over to my closet for my robe.

“Do you need to put that on?” He smirks.

I laugh, shaking my head. “You want me to walk around naked?” I tease. “Sure. Don’t worry about the fact that it feels like it’s minus ten degrees outside.”

“Fine,” he grumbles. “Your dad could’ve at least forked out for a place with decent heat.”

“It has decent heat,” I laugh. “It just takes a while to work.” I wrap the robe around me, securing it tightly around my waist. Grabbing a band, I gather my hair, tying it into a ponytail. Pietro watches me through narrowed eyes.

“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?”

Giggling, I lean over and slap him on the shoulder. He grabs my arm, pulling me back onto the bed as I scream. I land on top of him, his erection obvious even through the layers of blankets between us.

“Again?” I snicker. He grabs my head and pulls me into a kiss.

“What?” he protests. “It’s your fault for being so damn irresistible.” His fingers find my ass and he squeezes while placing another kiss on my lips. Groaning, I pull myself away, because if I don’t do it now, then chances of us leaving this room at all today are very small.

“There’ll be plenty of time for this later,” I say, kissing his nose. “I’m hungry. Take me out for some food.”

His eyes widen in mock horror. “You’re never hungry. Half the time I have to force-feed you.”

“Yeah, well, I guess sex three times in one day does that to me.”

“Imagine what you’d be like after a fourth,” he teases. “It’s my plan for you to be unable to walk for a week.”

Laughing, I whack him over the head with a pillow and climb out from under the warmth of the covers. I quickly dress while he watches me. I love it when he watches me. I forgo a bra and just slip a sweater over my shoulders.

“I like it when you go braless,” he says, and chuckles, leaning over to tweak my nipple through the thin material of my sweater. He gets dressed too, pulling on a pair of jeans and a shirt.

We decide on pizza for dinner, mainly because it’s fast and easy and will have us back at the apartment in minimal time. He wants to order in, but I convince him to walk the two blocks to the pizza place, if only to allow us some fresh air.

Twenty minutes later we’re back home and tucking into our dinner. Halfway through, his phone rings. I reach it first and see it’s my father. Laughing, I press ANSWER and then toss him the phone. His eyes widen when he realizes what I’ve done.

“Giovanni,” he says, glaring at me. “No, not at all. I’m just having dinner. Yeah, she’s good. Uh-huh. No, just the studio and home.”

I lose it. I burst into laughter, holding the cushion against my face to smother some of the noise. Pietro narrows his eyes at me, which only makes me laugh harder.

“Sure, I’ll call you tomorrow. Yeah, no problem. Bye.”