GIO (Interracial Rockstar Romance)

He slipped his hands further up. His fingertips brushed against my pussy. I trembled against him.

“I wanted to make sure there was easy access, so you could fuck me anytime. Anywhere.”

He groaned, caressing my wet pussy, slipping the tips along my clit, and sending a wave of pleasure through me. His fingers moved further north, stroking me softly, and sliding into my pussy.

I moved my hips in response. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Oh, Gio. Give me that cock.”

“I love when you beg.”

“I can beg more.”

“Until you’re hoarse, princess?”

“Yes.”

“Until you’re coming all over this cock?”

“Yes.”

“This gown was so lovely, but now I’m going to have to rip it off you.” Gio freed one hand from under my gown and used that to yank down the top. My breasts spilled out of it. My stiff nipples greeted his eyes. He wasted no time and buried his face between them, lapping at my nipples and making me scream.

“Oh.”

The touch of his tongue, the friction of his fingers moving inside of my pussy, the heat of the moment, the desire for this man. It all tumbled and twisted inside of me. I wound my fingers through his hair, holding him gently against my breast, craving more of his mouth.

“Simone. Simone.” He drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking the hungry point gently at first, and then with increasing eagerness, tugging.

Moaning, I arched my back. “I’m so close.”

“Yes, princess. First, you’re going to cum on my hands. Then, I’m going to bend you over these auditorium seats and pound into you. Then I’m going to fuck you on the stage and on that helicopter ride home, and in our bed again tonight.”

“Please,” was all I could mumble as I came, hard, shuddering against his fingers. My breasts jiggled and bounced against his face. And he held me, moaning with me.

He made good on his promise, pumping into me as I bent over the seat. My gown lay on the floor with his tuxedo. With no rational thought, we fucked for hours in that auditorium, butt naked, and moaning so loud.

I had no idea if the chef and serving staff had left. I wasn’t sure if the orchestra had waited around to get their instruments. Many of the instruments were still on the stage. I knew this because Gio carried me up by the violins, lay me down, and licked my pussy. And then somehow, we ended up near the brass section as I rode his cock and he accidentally spilled cum all over a trombone.

The moment was insane, and I didn’t—we didn’t give one fuck.

Chapter 20

Giovanni

To stop the flow of music

would be like

the stopping of time itself,

incredible and inconceivable.

~Aaron Copland

The next day, I drove us back to my house. Tension filled the car. I knew that Ru had given Simone a hard time while she’d been with me. This morning, she’d called him back as I dressed. She’d tried to keep her voice down but I’d heard her just the same. She kept on reassuring him that she was fine and that he needed to mind his business when it came to her love life.

There was an urge inside of me to storm into the living room, grab the phone from her, and curse him the fuck out. But she wanted her independence with handling him.

Still, I gripped the steering wheel hard with my hands when I rolled us into my garage.

David met us there. “Welcome back, sir. I hope you both had a great time.”

Simone nodded. “We did.”

David turned to me. “When it is a good time, I would like to speak to you privately, sir.”

That’s odd. What’s going on?

Simone shrugged. “I have to go meet with Ru anyway. I can let you both talk and then we’ll see each other soon.”

“Very soon. I already miss you.”

She grinned. “Yes, Gio. It won’t be long.”

Simone walked off and left the garage. I turned to David. “What’s going on?”

“A Mr. Midnight and his...entourage arrived this morning. I placed them in the west wing with your other guest.”

“Perfect.” Hopefully, Midnight and his crew would make a lot of noise and disturb the shit out of Ru. “Has Midnight’s crew caused any problems?”

“No, sir. They’ve been quite a delight.” David stepped closer. “However, there’s been some problems with Mr. Ru. I usually don’t want to complain about one of your guests, sir, but—”

“Never worry about that. I trust your judgment.”

“He’s been drinking quite a lot since you went on your short trip. He broke several vases in his room last night.”

Anger rose in my chest. I formed my hands into fists. “Anything else?”

“As I was saying, his drinking increased and some of our...female staff have complained about him being...touchy.”

My anger must’ve shown on my face because David stepped back.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“No, sir. Again, the two times he inappropriately patted the maids’ bottoms, he was very drunk.”