Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1)

I reach up and run a finger over his mouth. “I’ve thought about you doing that.”

His hand trails down my cheek to my left breast. He circles the swollen nipple with his fingertip. “You thought about me eating you?”

I close my eyes briefly against the rush of emotions. I’ve always fought hard to keep vulnerability at bay, but I trust him. For some reason, I trust this man to understand me. “I sometimes touch myself thinking about it.”

“Show me.”

“Show you?” I repeat his words back, unsure if he’s suggesting what I think he is.

“Show me how you touch this beautiful body when you think about me.”

I stare at him, unsure of what I can say to that. He just got me off and now his demand is one that I don’t know if I can fulfill.

I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone. I haven’t even done it with the lights on.

He slides away from me to open a drawer on his nightstand. I have no idea if he’s reaching for a tube of lube or a vibrator to aid me in his request. That’s not what’s in his hand when the drawer closes.

It’s a condom wrapper.

He rips it open, tossing the package on the floor at his feet.

He sheathes himself. His bicep flexes when he runs his hand over his cock.

“Show me.” He moves between my legs, resting on his heels, his dick curling up toward his navel.

I look down at my pussy. It’s still so wet from the combination of my need and his mouth. “Rocco...”

“Trust me.” He reaches for my hand, kissing the palm before he lowers it to my stomach.

I push aside all of my reservations when I see the look in his hooded eyes. He’s so desirous, so wanting of me.

I slowly glide my hand along my skin, until my fingers touch the top of my smooth cleft. I glance up to see his eyes transfixed on my hand, on each of my movements.

He growls when my fingers skim over my folds. His hand leaps to his cock when I circle the tip of my finger over my clit. I moan from the sight of his palm wrapped around his dick. It’s primal and raw. His need to get off as desperate as mine was before he took me there with his mouth.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He ups the pace of his hand when I draw fast circles over my clit with my fingertips. “That’s it, just like that.”

I mewl a response when he squeezes the tip of his cock.

“I can’t,” he says on a deep breath. “I fucking can’t wait.”

With those words, my hand is pushed aside, my legs spread by the width of his hips and he drives his big, beautiful cock into me in one long exquisite thrust.

Chapter 38

Rocco

I let go when I was inside Dexie in a way I never have before.

I fucked her hard, impulsively. My control snapped when she dug her fingernails into my shoulder. I went at her like a man who had been deprived of his life’s sustenance for years.

When I came, it was with a sound so deeply rooted inside of me that she cried out.

She came too, her tight pussy pulsing around me as I rode her throu

gh her orgasm. As I dropped from my high, I fingered her clit, rubbing tiny circles around the swollen nub until she came again.

I stare down at my bed and the beautiful woman who is wrapped in my black sheets, her face buried beneath a mane of blonde and pink hair.