Gemma: A Mafia Forbidden Romance

“We’re just two people.” She recites. “Just Gemma and Liam getting to know each other.”

We try to go to dinner, but we’re both filled with nervous energy and it’s not long before I have her back in the hotel room.

She’s on her knees in front of me working on unzipping my jeans and exposing my cock.

“I want you.” She told me before we had even gotten back into the hotel room. Seconds later I had my mouth on hers and the keycard in the door lock.

She looks up to me with a sly smile before sliding her tongue down the length of my cock. She’s teasing me, licking and sucking, doing anything but taking the whole thing in her mouth like I want her to. I let her tease me, let her have the control for now.

Her eyes flash to mine again and then she pushes her head forward taking as much as she can into her mouth. When she pulls back her tongue travels the length again and I groan at the sensation.

This woman will be the death of me.

She pulls her mouth away with a smirk, proud of herself.

“I don’t like to be teased, Princess.” I tell her, earning me another one of her mischievous smiles. She raises her head defiantly, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. The actions make me groan. “On the bed.”

She listens well, raising to stand, tugging down her shorts and lifting the black shirt over her head before crawling onto the bed on all fours.

She’s in nothing but black lace from the scrap of fabric covering her ass to the bra on her chest. Her smooth skin is exposed and goosebumps rise to the surface when I skim my hands over her body. She responds to my touch like nothing I’ve ever seen. My hands grip each of her hips and her head twists back so she can watch me through that veil of dark hair.

“Baby girl,” I whisper, and her lip slips from between her teeth. She moans when I run my palms along her sides dragging her panties down her legs. “I want to get my taste of you first.”

She inhales sharply as I bring my face to her wet pussy. She’s ready for me, always ready for me. I lick along her slit and up toward her clit, circling the bundle of nerves. I slide a finger through her wetness, coating the digit so I can slide it into her. She gasps at the intrusion, but I don’t stop. I continue moving my finger in and out of her while sucking on her clit until she is shaking.

Until she can’t take it a second longer and she cries out as she falls over the cliff of her orgasm, panting and screaming.

Then I flip her over so she’s laying on her back, spread out on the bed for me.

“We’re not done yet,” I tell her.

THAT MOMENT AFTER SEX WHEN relief has washed over me and my breathing is barely even, is euphoria.

These fleeting minutes of bliss are when you really get to know a person, I think. These are the seconds when you can ask anything and get an honest response. It’s funny, I think, sex that is fast and rough brings moments that are slow and intimate.

Liam ties the condom and tosses it to the floor beside the bed before wrapping his arm around me and curling me tighter against his chest.

I like to soak up the post sex silence when our hearts begin to slow and the heat is still lingering between us.

“Princess,” he drawls in his deep, sinful tenor. “Am I feeding your addiction?” His deep blue eyes meet mine.

My mind flashes back to that first night in his truck.

You wanted to feel something. Did you get your high?

Am

I just trading Adderall for sex? One drug for another?

“I’m not an addict.” The words leave my lips in a hushed whisper.

I’m not. Really. I don’t depend on the pills. Hell, I’ve made one bottle of thirty pills last almost six months. Then again, I traded the pills for a joint and hiding in my bedroom.

I waver between wanting to feel anything and wanting to feel nothing.

There are days when I don’t want to live, but I’m too scared to die. Those are the days when I self-medicate the hardest, and drink the most. I’m always looking for a way out. Does that make me an addict? Maybe.

He chuckles, then leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “I’m not judging you. We all have our vices.” He nuzzles his face into my neck, fitting perfectly against me.