Chapter 51: Chapter 51

A wave of exhaustion hit me the second we returned home.

Four games down, one more to go. With the pictures that Jasmine and Jackson took, I confirmed my kill to the family. Now, I just had to wait for my score.

“I need a shower.” I groaned, rolling my stiff shoulders. The stress of this whole ordeal was finally getting to me.

I needed rest.

Stefano came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed the back of my ear. “Let me join you. Let’s celebrate.”

The subtle meaning in his words had my blood thrumming, and the urge quickly came over me.

Who cared about being tired? This was the best stress relief one could offer.

I turned around in his arms and tugged him in for a deep kiss, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip when he tried to pull away.

He groaned, his hands slipping under my ass to lift me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he took us to the bathroom.

I placed my lips to his ear and nibbled on it as I murmured, “Make me forget myself.”

~Make me forget everything. At least, for now.~

He shuddered beneath me. “Excited already?”

A slap to my ass forced a squeak to slip past my lips as my body jerked in his arms. My pussy quickly became slick with my juices.

Stefano rubbed the spot that stung and chuckled. “You can’t handle teasing me.”

He opened the shower door and turned on the water. Then stepped inside the stall with me still in his arms.

“Wait! Our clothes are still—oh!”

I squealed as the water hit my body. The ~cold~ water. Very, very cold water.

I clung to Stefano, my body trembling.

“Motherfucker!” I couldn’t help but curse.

“Language.” Another slap to my now soaked ass lit a fire in the pit of my stomach. I gasped, the pain and promises of pleasure clashing into one, making my pussy pulse.

Stefano closed the shower door with one hand, effortlessly holding me up with the other. It was times like this, when his strength was obvious and insanely attractive, that I lost all rational thought.

“Do you want to try something new today?” he murmured.

I blinked. “What?”

A mischievous smile curled his lips. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

He placed me down on my feet and unbuttoned his shirt. I watched him with heated eyes, unabashedly taking in his broad shoulders and exquisitely sculpted chest.

With water pelting us from above, Stefano approached me, wicked delight gleaming in his eyes.

I narrowed my eyes as he backed me up against the wall, the cold tiles penetrating the fabric of my tight-fitting shirt and sinking into my skin.

My heart pounded in anticipation, knowing that whatever he had in mind, I would be screaming my release loud enough for everyone in this mansion to hear.

He removed his shirt and wrapped it around my eyes, and I was plunged into darkness.

“Oh!”

“I heard that pleasure is heightened when some of your senses are blocked. Care to test that theory?” His voice caressed my ears, seducing me further into arousal.

Why would I say no to that?

There was the rustle of fabric, and then his belt wrapped around my hands, binding them in front of me.

My stomach flipped, and my breath hitched as my arousal wet my nether lips.

With my vision dark, I strained to hear every movement and shuffle of his body.

Were his pants still on? His boxer shorts?

Was he looking at me? Did he want to undress me? Touch me?

I strained against the wet T-shirt, desperately wanting his hands on me.

I almost jumped out of my skin when his hand cupped my breast.

“I hope you’re ready, amorina,” Stefano murmured. “This is going to be a ride.”

He tugged me under the stream of water and plastered his front to my back. The water pelted our bodies in a way that made it seem more sensual than normal.

I squirmed, anticipating him slipping inside me.

His fingers rolled my stiff nipples through the fabric of my shirt, and his lips skimmed my neck, drawing a gasp from me.

I whimpered as he lightly bit down on my skin before sucking the area, eliciting a strange feeling that traveled straight into my pulsing heat.

“Stefano.” His name was a whisper on my tongue, urging him to do what needed to be done. To take me.

I loved this.

He continued to knead my breasts, fueling the flames that tickled my core.

His lips rested against my ear. “How does this feel? Should I pay attention to the pulse between your legs as well?”

My body shuddered. The water was finally warm. The steam seemed to have gotten to my head as I moaned, his words making me throb.

He pushed his hands under my soaked shirt to lift it until it rested under my arms, allowing the water direct contact with my breasts.

I groaned at the sensation. It was both too much and not enough.

“Are you going to answer? Hmm? You know I love every inch of you. From your two mountain peaks to the little pink pebble between your legs. Tell me. Which one should I focus on?”

His leg parted my thighs, and I felt him rest his thick girth between them.

Through the thin fabric of my leggings, I felt him slide himself between my thighs, in and out, teasingly rubbing against my lips.

I didn’t know what to focus on.

I bit my lip.

He removed one of his hands from my body, and I jolted when it reappeared between my legs. He slid his hand across the fabric, tracing my lips before pressing down on my entrance.

Pleasure erupted.

“Oh my god!” I gasped. “Stop playing!”

I was already soaking wet for him, and it wasn’t because of the shower.

He chuckled, and his other hand disappeared.

My heart pounded excitedly as I waited for his next move.

The leggings were suddenly torn from my body, and the moist air slammed into my pussy, driving me crazy.

I felt his breath before I felt him.

Stefano latched onto me, flicking his tongue through my slick folds. He sucked me like he hadn’t drunk in days, his tongue lapping my juices and causing me to arch into him as pleasure exploded throughout my body.

I moaned his name, breathy and sweet, a stark contrast to the carnal desires that flooded my mind. My insides squirmed.

Stefano ran his finger across my slick folds as his tongue continued to flick in and out. Two fingers slipped through my pussy lips, causing me to clench around them, my body instinctively going tense. He groaned against my heat and curled his fingers, pumping into me vigorously.

I hung my head back, loving the attack on all my senses. The water pelted my face and breasts, my clothes still stuck to me. With my vision dark and nothing but my hearing and his touch to follow, everything felt heightened.

My body was spasming. I reached my hands up to play with my nipples myself, increasing my pleasure.

Stefano pulled his head away to trail kisses along my thigh, his thumb coming up to massage my clit.

My legs trembled, and I had to step out from under the water to lean against the wall for support. I struggled to hold myself up as Stefano continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, causing that friction in my lower stomach to build and build until it was ready to topple over.

I ground my hips into his fingers, desperately seeking my release.

He did that come-hither motion with his fingers that had my legs shaking as I came hard all over his hand.

He pulled away from my dripping heat, and I ached to have him back there.

My breaths were heavy and uneven as I came down from my high.

The shirt around my eyes shifted slightly so that I could faintly see. Just as I turned to look at Stefano, he cupped my ass and hoisted me into his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and brought my arms up and over his head, still bound together by his belt. I could feel his hard length resting against my belly, and my insides fluttered at the feeling.

Stefano’s lips came toward my ear to whisper huskily. “Tell me how deep you want it.”

Oh.

I bit my lip and bucked my hips forward to indicate to him just how badly I wanted him.

I needed to feel his cock impale me and drive me over the edge that he’d created.

His chuckle was godsent as it reverberated in my ear. I felt his hand come between us as he guided his dick toward my dripping cunt, playfully running it over my lips.

A frustrated sound bubbled from the back of my throat.

“Are you ready?” Stefano asked.

I nodded my head without hesitation.

“Very well.”

He entered me in one quick thrust, causing a sharp gasp to slip from my lips. I could feel him stretching me as my walls closed in around him. I tightened my legs around his waist, dug my nails into his shoulder, and bounced to meet his wild, frenzied thrusts.

Our heavy breathing drowned out the shower as he slammed into me with a force that left my toes curling. “Please,” I moaned.

“Please what?” A hand came up to twist my nipple, causing me to buck against him.

Ah, fuck. I couldn’t think straight. My mind was all over the place. With my sight blocked, I couldn’t see. I was forced to just feel.

And I felt everything. The way he slid in and out of me with a hunger that left me trembling in his arms. The caress of his fingers that explored my body like it was his. Everything.

My words came out with a moan. “Please. Fuck me harder.”

“Fuck.” Stefano moaned as he brought his head to rest on my shoulder. His hips frantically slammed into me, driving me farther up the wall as I dragged my nails across his back. I didn’t shy away but met his thrusts with my own, feeling my release growing ever closer.

He sank his teeth into my shoulder with a groan, startling me with the brief pain it inflicted. We clung to each other desperately, seeking solace in the other’s arms and relishing in the pleasure of our joint passion.

I slammed my lips against his and tightened my arms around him.

Stefano’s body shuddered against me as he came, bringing me with him and causing me to drop my head onto his shoulder to catch my breath.

He chuckled breathlessly. “I can never get enough of you.”

“…I’m tired.”