Chapter 5: Chapter 5

His words lit a fuse that I wasn’t sure he was ready for. My thighs clamped together to build friction. He’d always known what to say to get me going.

“Take it out,” he repeated.

This time, my hands moved. I unclasped his belt and slid his pants down until they rested beneath his ass. My hands slipped into his boxer shorts to grab his well-endowed cock.

I fought to keep my eyebrows from lifting. I’d almost forgotten just how impressive his size was.

Maybe he was right. Was I ready for him? My throbbing pussy seemed to think so.

His dick sprang from its cage excitedly, and I firmly moved my hands up and down its thick shaft.

I pressed my thumb on the tip as it oozed precum and watched as a shudder racked his body.

He tapped my lips with his fingertip as his raspy voice murmured, “Open for me.”

I opened my mouth obediently. His heavy hand clasped my head as I closed my mouth around him and began bobbing up and down his pulsing cock.

My tongue teasingly traced his veins, loving the way his body reacted. I used my hands to handle what my throat couldn’t.

“Do you like it?” I purposely tried to talk, the vibrations of my voice hitting him exactly where I knew he loved. It drove him crazy.

He tugged my head back impatiently, and I readily gripped his thighs to stabilize myself. His thrusts were rough, erratically slamming into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, and I choked and spluttered, at a loss for breath.

His moans made my core quake in excitement, and heat pooled in my lower stomach. I could feel my slick folds pulsing in urgency, begging to be satiated.

The second he pulled out, I gasped for breath, but he was relentless. I sucked him in again, my cheeks puffed as I tried to take in as much of him as possible.

Tears sprang to my eyes, but I was determined to make him cum. My pussy was jealous, dripping wet and desperate to get pounded.

My gurgling and his pants were the only sounds sweeping through the room. I struggled to breathe, but I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t. I loved it when he melted under me.

“Fuck.” Stefano threw his head back and grunted. His face was a mixture of pleasure and urgency, matching his erratic thrusts as his release climbed.

I moaned around him, my fingers itching to slip between my legs and caress my bundle of nerves.

Through my blurry gaze, I watched as his body shook. I took this as a sign that he was close and increased my intensity. My head bobbed up and down as I sucked his rigid shaft in a steady motion.

A minute later, hot liquid erupted down my throat as he came.

He pulled himself out on a sigh and tilted my head up to look at him.

“Swallow,” he murmured.

I did as he said and swallowed, bringing my finger up to catch the excess that trickled down my chin. Then I sucked it into my mouth, never breaking eye contact.

“You’re playing with fire, amorina.” His eyes didn’t lighten in the slightest. He still looked ready to go, and I shivered as I anticipated having him in me.

It had been so long since I’d felt his warmth. I had missed it.

I licked my lips, and his eyes followed the movement.

“I wish there was time for more,” he murmured.

I smiled despite myself.

He took a handkerchief from his suit pocket to clean himself.

I blew out a breath, the pain in my knees finally registering as the heat between us died down.

I moved to stand, but his hand on my shoulder stopped me.

“Stay down.”

I looked at him in confusion.

“Give me a second to admire the view.”

I flushed and shifted my gaze away. Making me flustered at a time like this was only something he could do.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand cupping my cheek. “Sei bellissma, amorina.” The words rolled off his tongue in Italian, his native language.

I rolled my eyes, brushing his words aside. “Well, someone’s satisfied. All I got for sucking you dry is ‘you’re beautiful.’ Men, I swear.”

He chuckled and grabbed my arm, tugging me up and into his embrace. With his hands around my waist, he placed a kiss on my forehead. “Trust me. When I finally get you to myself, you’ll be begging for some time apart.”

His words made my insides ripple with desire, and I hooked my arms around his neck to meet his kiss head-on. His tongue probed its way into my mouth, deepening our kiss. Our bodies molded together as I clung to him, my hands finding their way into his hair. My nails caressed his scalp, eliciting a groan from him.

“Should we just continue?” He broke our kiss to ask, his head falling into my neck.

I laughed, but I contemplated it. I was still unsatisfied, after all. A quickie wouldn’t hurt anyone…

My hand slipped down to cup his flaccid cock just as the door to the room opened.

A gasp sounded, breaking us apart.

“Oh my god!” the woman exclaimed, slapping her hands over her eyes.

“Oh my god!” I echoed her, just as surprised and even more mortified.

“Mom?” Stefano frowned at the interruption. With me blocking the view of his dick hanging out, he tucked himself back into his pants, clearly not as flustered as his mother and me. “What are you doing here?”

“I knocked!” She was quick to defend herself, but when she looked at me again, her face broke into a huge smile.

She closed the door behind her and approached me with outstretched arms. “Oh, look at you! Such a pretty young lady. When I’d heard my son brought a woman home to join the games, I couldn’t believe my ears. He made such a fuss when his father threatened him. Heaven knows what changed his mind.”

I let her pull me into a hug, but it was awkward. My skin crawled knowing what I had just been up to with her son. This wasn’t the “meet the parents” moment I’d wanted. I prayed for someone to come and bury me, or I could throw myself into a hole. Either one would work.

“Mother.” Stefano’s frown deepened. “There is such a thing as personal boundaries.”

She waved a dismissive hand and clutched my cheeks, turning my face side to side. Her scrutinizing eyes made me squirm.

Her smile dropped, and she suddenly grew serious. “Sweetie, let me ask you something?”

“Yes?” I couldn’t focus on anything but her hands on me. On my face. After I went down on her son.

I felt so dirty.

“If you had to choose between hundreds of strangers and your family, who’d you choose to save?”

I blinked. Was this a trick question? “My family.”

“Even if you’d be seen as the villain?” she probed.

“A villain to some can be a hero to others.”

Her eyes brightened at my words. “No hesitation.” She nodded at Stefano. “You’ve got good eyes.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Whose son am I?”

She flicked her fingers playfully in Stefano’s direction, finally releasing me from my torture. “At least you’re aware.”

She pointed her thumb in the direction of the door. “I’ll wait in the living room while the two of you finish up what you were doing. I didn’t mean to interrupt… You sure move faster than your father.” She murmured the last part and shot Stefano a furtive look.

I grew even more embarrassed. ~Please, God, collect my departed soul from this place.~

Stefano sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I knew her before Father’s ultimatum, Mother. We used to date.”

I took that as my cue to step forward and offer my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Roscotto. I’m Catalina Williams.”

We clasped hands.

“Even your name is pretty. Are you Spanish, by chance?”

“Sí.”

“Oh, that’s lovely. You should be able to pick up Italian easily, then.”

Stefano chuckled. “She’s not you, Mother. She’s a fast learner.”

She glared at him angrily. “Are you sassing your mother?”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Never.”

She huffed and turned her focus back to me. “I’m Christina. It’s very nice to meet you, Cat. Is it okay if I call you that?”

I smiled. “By all means.”

Few people called me Cat. It was a name I reserved for only close family and friends, but it felt natural coming from her.

She clapped her hands excitedly. “I’ll help you plan for the opening ceremony.”

I furrowed my brow and glanced at Stefano. “Help me…plan?”

Stefano looked at his mother with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t arrange that.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know you didn’t. But I shouldn’t be surprised by that. You’re a man, after all.”

Stefano’s lips pinched tight. “I thought the ceremony was already planned? Why do you need to make a fuss over us?”

Christina huffed. “As the heir to the Roscotto family, your image matters.”

“I’m aware.” He looked at her as if asking her to state her intentions.

“Your woman is an extension of your image,” she pressed.

“What are you getting at?”

“I swear you’re doing this on purpose. Is the ceremony not tonight? What have you prepared?”

“Prepared?”

“Stefano Xander Roscotto!” she chastised. “Take this seriously. You will be the main focus tonight. The heir is finally participating in the games. Everyone will be looking at you. ~Both~ of you. You must make a grand entrance. And of course, you have to be fashionably late as well. It sends a message!” she chirped excitedly.

“Right,” Stefano deadpanned.

She ignored him and continued to gush. “You have to be the power couple during these games. Matching outfits, matching everything! I refrained from spreading the news of your participation so we can surprise everyone. I’m so excited! Are you guys ready?”

No. But it wasn’t like I could say that. The games would start whether or not I wanted them to.

I nodded. “I’m ready.”

She grinned. “I like you. If you don’t win these games, I’ll be very disappointed.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut off as Stefano replied, “She’ll win. First place.”

He sounded so sure of himself that I couldn’t help the ripples that ripped across my heart.