Licentious (21 page)

“A little. He was one of my closest friends
, Alé. I know you don’t like each other, but you need to understand that.”

“I don’t like it. At all. There was no reason for him to touch you
.” He shakes his head, jaw clenched, eyes ice cold.

“Noted,” I tell him as I push the plate away from me. I drain my wine glass and set it back on the table as both of our phones begin to ring. Puzzled, we both pull our phones out to check them.

Maria:
Pool party! Get your booty’s back here! :)

I laugh at Maria’s text. “Sounds like she’s having fun
.” I smile as I slip my phone back into my purse.

“Did you want to go?”
Alé asks.

“I’m game for whatever
.”

“Jo,” he commands my attention. “Did you want to go hang out at home or go mini
golfing?”

“Don’t be mad…”

“Never,” he teases.

“Let’s go hang out,” I whisper almost questioningly. “I love your family.”

“Good. I’d rather kick back and relax with you anyway.” He smiles.

Aléssandro

I know my family loves Jo
—they tell me all the time, especially Maria and Ma, but it’s relieving to hear Jo say that she loves my family just as much. I’m not going to lie—the fact that Jo is willing to spend the end of our night with my family with their impromptu pool party irritates me a bit. I kind of wanted it to be just us. But, on the other hand, it makes me happy to know that she
truly
does accept my family—not many do.

I’m a little nervous on how Jo’s going to react to the
new bathing suit I bought for her. Jo’s perfect. She’s gorgeous. I just wish she would accept that. Believe that. Each time I see her sexy body naked, I can tell she fights with herself by forcing herself to refrain from covering her body with her arms or hiding under a blanket. Each time her mind wins, I let her know to knock that shit off. I don’t like it. I want to
see
her.

I’m going to push her out of her comfort zone a bit. I honestly thought I would’ve had more time to come up with a way to get her to voluntarily wear the new white, string bikini I bought her
, though. My original idea was to challenge her on something for it to happen. My girl never declines a challenge.

“What are you smirking about over there?” Jo asks as her hand covers mine.

I look over at her, my eyes roaming over her beautiful face before my eyes drop down to the cleavage on display. My dick grows hard instantly at the sight before me.

“
Alé,” Joey shrieks and her hand swats me against the chest. “Pay attention to the road.”

“Kitten, that’s hard to do when you look like that
.” I grin. Looking over at her again, I catch her rolling her eyes. “Roll your eyes at me again, babe, and I’ll take you over my knee and spank you,” I growl.

Her mouth falls open, her doe eyes grow wide as she turns and looks at me.

“What?” I ask nonchalantly.

“You wouldn’t,” she breathes.

“Oh, I would if you let me.” I wink before turning my attention back to the road.

The
remainder of the drive is quiet except for the music flowing through the speakers. I used to not be allowed to drive with her in the car at all if I had music on. I’ve finally gotten her to allow it to be on as long as the volume was kept low. I’ve tried to get her to play a song for me that she’s written, but she’s just not there yet.

I honestly don’t know if she ever will be. I watch her quite often when she’s oblivious, off in her own little world, her own mind. I see her fingers move with a life
of their own against her knee or the top of a table. She often will close her eyes and her lips will move subtly, but no words will come out. I’ve come to realize that it is these moments when she’s writing her music in her head. I know better than to disturb her during those times. I just wish she would trust me enough to share them with me. Every time I talk to her about it, she just tells me it’s not who she is anymore or that she can’t. I won’t give up trying, though.

Pulling into the drive, I walk around to help Jo out of the car. Taking her hand in mine
, I lead her around back to where all the ruckus is coming from.

The yard and pool lights illuminate the space, laughter and the sounds of water splashing fill the air. I wave to
Ma, Dad, and Uncle Jack, who are sitting at the bar. Ma, I’m sure, is happily playing bartender tonight. She smiles at us, and Joey begins to walk in her direction. I tug gently on her hand to keep her going in the direction of the pool house.

“This way
, babe.” I chuckle. “We need our suits on first,” I remind her.

“Oh, right
.” She laughs.

I’m hoping after she discovers her red one
-piece is no longer existent that her beautiful smile that lights up her face will remain intact.
Doubtful
. I close the door behind us and follow her into my bedroom to change. Opening my dresser drawer, I grab my swim trunks and quickly change.
I need to be ready for battle
.

I
had just pulled my trunks on when I hear Joey shriek behind me.

“
Aléssandro Dé Luca!” I turn to face her. She’s standing in front of the open closet door, fully dressed, holding up the white string bikini.
“Whose are these?”
she growls through a clenched jaw, her hands shaking.

Is she serious right now?

“Whose?” she yells. Not giving me a chance to respond, she throws them at me. “You cheating bastard! Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Hot angry tears fill her eyes as hate shines directly at me.

Oh, shit. This is one scenario I didn’t consider. I pick the suit off the ground and walk toward her.

“Babe,” I say calmly, “you’ve got it all wrong.”

“Oh!
I
have it wrong?
I
have it wrong?” Her eyes flash, heated in rage. “Let me guess, Alé. The bikini is yours?” she asks sarcastically, arms flailing wildly.

“No,” I shake my head,
but keep my voice even. “The bikini is
yours
,” I tell her as I slowly reach out and rest my hands on her shoulders. “I bought this bikini for
you
.”

“I
–I–, Alé,” she pulls back and her expression transforms as if I had just slapped her. “I have a perfectly fine swimsuit,” she retorts.

“About that,” I whisper, “I threw it out.” I tell her quickly. I figure it’s just like ripping off a
bandage. The faster, the better. Get it over with, right?

“I-I’m sorry?” she asks surprised, holding her palms up, stepping back. “You what?” she shrieks.

“Jo, I want you to see and feel how beautiful you really are. If you keep covering up, you’ll never get there,” I tell her gently.

“
Alé,” she snaps. “I’m fine the way I am.”

“You’re perfect the way you are. That’s what I’m trying to get you to see. Will you please just try it on?” I sigh. “For me?” I pout. She never has resisted my pouting face.

She narrows her eyes at me, glaring, and rips the suit from my hands. “Fine,” she mutters. “For you
only
,” she grumbles as she stomps her way to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

“You couldn’t dress out here?” I yell through the door. “It’s not like
I haven’t seen you naked or anything,” I mutter as I lean against the wall across from the bathroom door in the hallway.

“No! You don’t deserve to see me naked right now,” I
hear her snap on the other side of the door.

I hear the handle of the door turn and the creaking sound it makes as she slowly opens it just wide enough to
peek through. Her large doe eyes look nervous, her forehead creasing. My fingers itch to rub the lines smooth.

“I look ridiculous,” she mutters.

I push myself off the wall, taking a step forward until my hands are flat against the door. “Let me see, Jo,” I command softly. She shakes her head no. “Jo,” I warn. She looks up at me, her lip tucked between her teeth so hard it’s turning white. “Kitten,” I whisper. She closes her eyes and steps back, allowing me to open the door wider.

When my eyes fall on her, all breath escapes my lungs. All blood rushes to my dick, bringing it to life. I don’t even bother suppressing the groan that escapes me.
She looks up at me from under her eye lashes, her arms moving to cross over her stomach.

“
Uh, uh,” I say as I step up until our chests are nearly touching. My hands latch around both of her wrists pulling them away from her body. “Damn, kitten, I think this is my favorite thing I’ve ever seen you in,” I whisper.

“
Alé, I can’t wear this,” she shakes her head, her eyes averting to my chest.

“Jo,” I say as I turn her to face the large mirror that hangs above the sink on the wall. Stepping behind her
, I ask, “What do you see?”

“Scars,” she whispers painfully.

I shake my head. “No, Jo, keep looking,” I order.

“My
dad’s eyes, a near spitting image of my mother. I see Eve,” she whispers to me as my fingertips lightly graze over her skin from her wrists up her arms, over the crook of her elbow, up and over her shoulders. I rest them for a moment before they continue their journey down the front of her chest.

“Do you know what I see?” I ask her.

“No,” she shakes her head, her eyes glued to the reflection of her scars, tears shining bright in her eyes.

“I see perfection. I see scars that
decorate a perfect body and a perfect, sexy woman. A woman who is tough and beautiful. I see strength,” I whisper into her ear. “I see tits so luscious that my mouth waters to taste them. An ass so perfect my cock hardens at the idea of how it would feel to be inside of you. Legs for days that I fantasize about wrapping them around my waist and slamming home into you.”

“That’s you
, Alé,” she whispers as she rolls her eyes.

“What did I tell you about rolling your eyes at me?” I warn. Her eyes grow wide
, but she doesn’t say a word. “Why do you care what other people think, Jo? It should only matter what
you
think. What
I
think,” I tell her softly as my hands roughly pull the cups of her bikini top down, under her breasts so I can feel her skin beneath my palms, my fingers tweaking her hardened nipples.

“Watch
, Jo,” I order as soon as I see her eyes close. Her eyes snap open as she follows the movement of my hands. Keeping one hand teasing her chest, my other hand descends to snake under the bottom of her suit. I can feel her heart rate beating through her back against my chest. My fingers are greeted by her hot, wet arousal. As I sink my fingers deep inside her, I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth falling open.

“Watch
, Jo,” I command sharply. “Watch how beautiful you are,” I tell her as my fingers expertly move in and out of her, curving to hit her sensitive spots. Jo moans, and I can feel her body begin to shake against me. I press my lips to her neck as my hands continue their assault. I pull my hand out of her causing her to groan out in frustration. “Do you want it, Jo?” I growl into her ear.

“Yes. Yes
, Alé. Please,” she nearly begs breathlessly.

I spread her juices over her clit before I sink my fingers deep inside of her again. My thumb
assaults her button at a relentless pace. Her breathing begins to quicken as she rests her head against my shoulder, forcing herself to keep eye contact. I can feel her pussy muscles begin to tighten, sucking my fingers further into her.

“Do you want to come, kitten?” I growl.

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, God. Yes, Alé, please,” she groans.

“Are you going to wear this suit and see how beautiful you are? Wear this suit and be proud of how perfect you are?” I taunt her. Her hand roams up my chest and around my neck, her fingers sliding through my hair and taking hold.

“Please, Alé,” she breathes.

“Are you?” I ask as I lighten the pressure of my thumb from her hot spot.

“Alé!” she groans in frustration.

“You’ll come
, kitten, when I tell you to come,” I growl. “I’m waiting for an answer.”

“Yes! I’ll wear it. I’ll wear anything you want me to
wear. Please, Alé, please just make me come,” she whines.

My left hand begins to roll her nipple hard between my forefinger and thumb while my right applies more pressure in quick circles on her clit, my fingers slamming in and out of her, slightly curved. My dick
presses hard against her ass as I watch her come apart. “Come, Jo,” I order. “Watch yourself fall apart.”

On command, her pussy clenches tight, her juices dripping, coating my hand. My left arm wraps around her stomach keeping her upright as her body shakes, her mouth open, screaming her release. As soon as her body calms, I slowly slip my fingers from her core, Jo’s eyes watching my every move in a state of euphoria. Keeping my eyes on hers, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck off her essence. I can’t contain the groan of need that escapes my throat.

“Damn, baby. You taste so good,” I tell her as I kiss her neck.

“That wasn’t fair,
Alé,” she narrows her eyes at me.

“I know
.” I wink before walking out of the bathroom.