Licentious (23 page)

Aléssandro

I kind of feel like a dick asking Joey to come with me here. I didn’t lie about why we were coming, but I could’ve gotten out of it
without a problem. Maybe I’m an asshole, but I like pushing her out of her comfort zone. I helped her over the hurdle of showing her body, of being intimate, and she generally seems happier all around. There isn’t so much sadness hiding in those cerulean blues of hers. I figured if I could get her here, maybe, just maybe I could get her to perform—since she
is
entered in the contest and all.

Yeah, she’s pretty much going to castrate me when she finds out
. The whole family knows, too. And apparently, Tommy went out of his way to fill in Addison—which, I didn’t even know they were… friendly with each other after that first night. I just hope Addison can keep her mouth shut long enough to get Jo there, and then she can jump in to help me keep her calm and hopefully, get her up on stage.

I know I’m going to be putting her on the spot. With my whole family there, including some cousins,
she most likely won’t back down.
Most likely
, anyway.

“Are you okay?” Joey asks.

“Yeah.” I smile to reassure her. “How are you, birthday girl?”

“Um…
nervous, I guess,” she fidgets with her hands.

“Don’t be, I’ve got you
, babe. I won’t let anything happen to you,” I tell her.

“Just remember are deal
, Alé.” She sighs. “I’m not making any promises tonight,” she says as she turns and looks out the window.

I grab hold of her hand and gently
squeeze as we grow closer to Monsoon. When we’re about a block or so away, I hear her sharp intake of breath, and her hand tightens its hold on mine.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, her voice uneven.

“Jo,” I demand lightly.

“That’s where,” she points at an alley as we pass it. “I’m sorry.” She shakes her head. “I’m not trying to ruin the night, I swear.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” I tell her as I lift her hand to my mouth and kiss it.

I pull the Miata into a stall, turn the ignition off, and turn to look at her.
God, she’s beautiful.
“Are you ready?” I whisper. She doesn’t say anything. She just nods her head and unbuckles her seat belt.

I step out of the car and walk around to open her door. Offering her my hand, she takes it and pulls my body to hers until our chests are meshed together. Her arms wrap around my waist
, and she presses her face into the crook of my neck.
Man, do I feel like an ass or what?

“Babe, why don’t we just blow this off and go do something just the two of us?” I suggest quietly. She shakes her head but doesn’t say anything
. Her body tenses, her fingers press tightly into my back as she hangs on tighter to me.

“No,” I hear her say into my neck. She doesn’t make an attempt to move, so I shut her car door and wrap my arms around her, gently rubbing her back to soothe her.

“Really, Jo. It’s okay,” I breathe into her ear.

“It’s my birthday,” she tells me. “It’s
our
birthday. Alé, don’t leave me tonight,” she says quietly.

“Babe, I told you I won’t,” I tell her as I pull back to look at her. “Even if you have to piss, I’ll be right there unless you tell me otherwise
.” I grin.

“Yeah, you can wait outside
.” She rolls her eyes. “I need you to get me drunk tonight, Alé. Being here… I need you to do that for me. Okay?” she asks, her brows furrowed.

“Anything you want
, Jo,” I tell her as my hand goes to smooth her frown lines.

She nods as she slips her hand through mine, hanging on for dear life. “Lead the way.”

*****

I was pretty sure that Jo was going to have a meltdown as we entered. Her whole body shook, and I felt as if she were trying to snap my fingers. She surprised the hell outta me, though. My girl’s tough, there’s no doubt about that. She pulls me straight to the bar and orders four shots of tequila, a lager, and mixer for her.

“Are you planning
to share any of that?” I cock a brow at her.

“Yeah, you get one shot and a lager
.” She winks as she throws back the first two shots, one right after the other.

“I agreed to get you drunk tonight,
not
sick,” I remind her with a chuckle. I quickly take one of the shots so that at least eliminates one of them. However, before I get a chance, she downs the last one. She grabs her mixer and hands me my lager before turning to find the group.

“Over there,” I lean down and yell in her ear, pointing to one of the
table’s right in front of the stage. She nods her head, slips her hand in mine, and leads the way.

“Happy Birthday!” everyone yells to her. I’m assuming they meant for it to be in unison
, but they were far from accomplishing that.

“Thanks,” she ducks her head and takes a drink.

“You’re just in time!” Maria yells. “Our cousin Stephen entered the contest. They have him starting the show off tonight.” She smiles. “Just wait ‘til you hear him. He’s amazing!”

A man in his early twenties comes out on stage and there’s no mistaking him for anything other than family. He’s a spitting image of the rest of us D
é Luca’s.

“Is that him?” Joey asks as she points to him?

“Yeah, he’s the one you saw playing the piano that first day you were over at Ma’s,” I remind her. I feel her body stiffen against mine, a trace of anger on her face.

“Is that right?” she purses her lips.

“Yeah. Why, what’s wrong?” I ask her. What did I say?

Stephen begins to play the same melody that he played the day Jo was over.
The song
. I completely forgot about her reaction when she heard Stephen play that first time. I can feel the tension roll off her, and if I heard right, she actually just growled. Stephen starts to sing the lyrics, and for the very first time, we get to hear the words to his song.

Joey quickly pulls away from me, steps closer to the table, and slams two shots that were sitting in the middle. She then proceeds to down the rest of her mixer.

“Hey, Jo, you might want to slow down,” he suggests in her ear.

“Not now,
Alé,” she bites as she turns and walks passed me.

“Where the hell is she going?” I mutter. I start to follow her until I see her reach the stairs of the stage. She grabs the microphone that Stephen was singing into, his
eyes growing wide as he stops playing.

“Excuse me,” she sing-songs into the microphone. Silence falls all around. “Yeah,
sooo… just thought I’d let you know that this guy here,” she points with her thumb to the side of her in Stephens’ direction. “Yeah… he’s a total fraud!” she boastfully states.

“This is actually
my
song that
I
wrote. In fact,” she holds a finger up, “I was the winner of the very first contest that was held here. Due to extenuating circumstances, I was unable to follow through with the rewards. But, I refuse to allow some
pirater
to steal
my
song without
my
consent,” she says as she narrows her eyes at Stephen.

“Besides, it’s my damn birthday
,
sooo
I’ll do what I want.” She smiles. She turns to face Stephen, hand on her hip, and raises the microphone back to her lips. “Now beat it,” she orders.

Stephen glowers at her but tucks his tail between
his legs and quickly exits the stage.
I can’t believe that little weasel stole her song.

Joey sits down at the piano and puts the microphone back in
its stand. She closes her eyes, shakes her hands out, and noticeably takes a few deep breaths. Without opening her eyes, she begins to play the melody that Stephen was just playing. After a few beats, the most glorious voice begins to sing out, goose bumps washing over me. She sings about always being strong, doing anything that comes her way. Having to be anything that she has to be. And no matter what she’ll get through it.

When she hits the chorus, the lights reflect off her face, tears noticeably streaking down her face. She sings about finally breaking
... only being able to handle so much before she falls. The need to go up there and wrap her in my arms lays heavily on me, but I fight the urge, knowing that she needs this. She
needs
to be up there, performing
her
song, finally allowing herself to rediscover why she fell in love with writing music in the first place.

Seeing her up there, she looks at peace. She may have tears, but her voice is strong, powerful, and sexy as hell. Her fingers expertly stroke the piano keys
with ease and the most beautiful sound rings out from her fingers and her voice. She astonishes me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of anyone than I am of her right now. Seeing her in her element, and knowing what she’s overcome, I know she
can
get through anything.

When the song ends, she doesn’t move. Her eyes open
, and she looks down at the piano keys. Her fingers lay still, but she doesn’t remove them. Suddenly, a slow grin begins to grace her lips. I see her take a breath before she stands from the bench and walks off stage and works her way through the applauding crowd.

Everyone is
hootin’ and hollering. Ma’s got tears strolling happily down her face. She quickly goes up to Joey and raps her in her arms. Everyone in our party congratulates her on an amazing performance. I hear Addison shout proudly ‘atta girl.’ When Jo sees me, a huge laugh takes over her. I can’t help but laugh right along with her—it is infectious. She’s infectious. I’ll never get enough of her. I’m completely and utterly in love with this woman.

She runs up to me and nearly jumps in my arms. “Thank you
, Alé,” she whispers into my ear before pulling away and kissing me.

I pull away confused
. “For what?”

“For slowly piecing me back together.”

Joey

I can’t believe I did that! After all this time of not touching an instrument and not sharing my music and words with
anyone
, it was… liberating. Freeing. I honestly wish I would’ve done it sooner. I thought playing again, without Aedan, without my Dad and Eve cheering me on—I thought it’d destroy me more than I already was. Playing tonight, yeah, it made me sad. But, it also made me happy. I felt… alive. I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. I felt closer to them.

Alé
comes back into the room with a glass of water and some aspirin for me. Handing them to me, I throw the aspirin back and wash it down with the glass of water.

“So, it’s my birthday and all…” I trail off as I wink at him.

“Technically, it’s not your birthday anymore,” he tells me as he taps my nose. “But for you, I’ll give you anything,” he says as he kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Well, what kind of birthday would it be
if I didn’t get laid?” I smile.

“I thought spankings were required for birthdays
.” He smirks. I can feel my eyes grow wide as he mentions that again. It’s not the first time he’s brought it up. “What?” He cocks a brow.

“Do you…
want to spank me, Alé?” I ask self-consciously. What happened to Eve and I was horrible. It was something that never should’ve happened, something that no one should have to endure. It had scared me off from sex for a long time before I realized that I could get my rocks off if I was loaded. I still had fantasies, though and reading smut books, made me consider some dark fantasies. I never considered that they’d come true, I mean, that’s what fantasies are… fantasies. But with Alé, I trust him completely. I
know
without a doubt that he won’t hurt me. I can’t help but wonder if he’d be down to letting me explore some of the scenarios that run through my mind.

“Do you want me to spank you, Jo?” he asks his body tight. He reaches up and releases my lip from my teeth. “You do that a lot.”

“I know,” I duck my head. “Alé, there are some… books that I’ve read, and they’re…” I trail off. Can I really ask him to do this?

I can tell
Alé’s been holding back with me since we started sleeping together. He’s amazing, but I can tell he refrains quite a bit. I don’t want him to. I want him to show me. I want him to do what he
wants
to do. I want him to show me what this could be like.

“They’re what?”
His voice comes out husky.

“Darker? I just, I know you’ve been holding back with me
, Alé. And you’ll never know how much I appreciate and respect you for how patient you’ve been with me, but… I want you to show me,” I whisper.

“Show you,” he repeats.

“Yeah. Show me what it can be like. I trust you not to hurt me. I know that you won’t,” I bite my lip. “Now it’s time for you to show me who the other side of you really is,” I confess.

“Jo,” he shakes his head. “I don’t
—”

“
Alé,” I say firmly.
“Show me.”
He just stares at me, mouth slightly ajar. “My safe word is yellow.”

“Yellow?” he cocks a brow.

“Yeah, yellow,” I roll my eyes.

“Did you seriously just roll your eyes at me?”
he growls. “Stand up, Jo,” he orders, his voice deep and firm. I give him a questioning look, and the next thing I know, he’s placing me over his knee and orders, “Don’t move.” So I don’t. I feel his palm slide up the back of my thighs, pushing the hem of my skirt up, exposing my backside to him. My pussy clenches in anticipation of what’s to come.

I gasp as he rips my panties from my body, his hand rubbing across my bare flesh. Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting on my right cheek as the sound of his palm hitting my flesh rings through the air. I bite my lip and whimper as his palm caresses the spot he just slapped. As soon as the sting dissipates, he slaps my other cheek causing me to cry out. He rubs my flesh, and then his hand proceeds to move down, dipping a finger between my folds.

“Ah, it seems your body enjoys the bite of my palm,” he says as he removes his fingers from my core, causing me to groan out in frustration.

Suddenly, he does four quick slaps, alternating from cheek to cheek. Tears spring to my eyes, but I bite my lip harder to keep from crying out. I feel his chest rest against my back, before the sensation of his mouth and tongue soothe the rawness of my backside. His hands gently massage me before I feel his mouth
laying a trail of soft kisses to my lower back.

“Are you okay?” he nearly whispers.

I shake my head yes as my hands release their death grip on Alé’s thigh.

“I need to hear you say it, Jo,” he says firmly.

“Yes,” I tell him breathlessly.

“Good,” he says. “Now I need to you to stand up and face me.”

I know better than to roll my eyes at his commands.
This is what I wanted, wasn’t it?
I quickly move to stand before him, my legs almost touching his knees.

“Take off your clothes, Jo,” he orders.

Without hesitation, I pull my shirt over my head. Holding my arm out to my side, I open my fingers, dropping the garment to the ground. Next, I slowly run my fingertips down my body until I hook them under the waistband of my skirt and slip the fabric over my hips and down my body until it pools around my feet. Reaching behind me, I arch my back and unclasp my bra. Bringing my hands to hold the cups to my breasts, I allow the strap to slip from my shoulders. My eyes on Alé, he cocks an eyebrow at me causing me to smirk before I remove my hands, allowing the garment to fall to the floor.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I hear him hiss as his hand reaches out to me, his fingers clasping around my hip, pulling me closer to him until I stand between his legs. He begins to trace my scars with his tongue, taking his time on tasting each one before making his way up to my chest.

His tongue flicks the tip of my breast before sucking it fully into his mouth, grazing his teeth over my pebbled bud. His finger slowly trails up my side, sending shivers through my body until he begins to assault my other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure to linger on the crossroads between pleasure and pain.

I can’t stop the gasp that escapes my lips. My hands moving to their own accord until they’re running mindlessly through his hair.

He sucks my nipple hard between his teeth before releasing it from his mouth with a loud pop. “No touching,” he growls against my skin, a hint of authority edging his voice. My hands immediately drop to my sides as Alé stands, leaving just enough space between us so our bodies don’t touch.

“Undress me,” he orders, his deep, dark eyes looking straight into min. My hands shakily fly up to begin unbuttoning his dress shirt. As soon as the last button is cleared, my fingertips lightly graze over his cut chest, up to his strong shoulders, slipping the material down his arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. I kneel down on the floor before him and make quick work with his belt buckle. Sliding the belt slowly around his hips, and then dropping it to the ground beside me. My fingers fumble as they unsnap his pants, dropping them around his ankles.
Alé steps out of them and I slide them out of the way. Looking straight ahead, his arousal is pushing tight against the fabric of his briefs, and suddenly, my mouth begins to water.

I know I’ve done this before, but I don’t remember doing it.
Alé’s been so patient with me, never asking me to do anything sexually for him, never pressuring me, always being the one to please me, to take care of me. I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the smile that threatens to form as I reach out, pulling his briefs away from his body, down his hips, and over his arousal. His cock springs free, and I involuntarily lick my lips like a woman starved, staring at a feast.

Alé
’s hands push my hair away from my face, gathering the bulk and wrapping it around his fist. Looking up at him, I see his taut muscles tense, flexed. His eyes dance with want and desire. I cock my eyebrows at him, itching to feel his smooth hardness in my hand and against my tongue.

He nods once, and commands, “Open your mouth, kitten.”

Complying with his command, I open as wide as I can and he slips his thick, length between my lips. My hands move to grasp the base, but Alé’s voice stops me.

“Hands,” he hisses
, “behind your back.”

I put my hands behind my back and start to bob my head on him, using the tip of my tongue to continuously run along his length
. I use my teeth to lightly tug on the balls of the appy jewelry, and Alé hisses in response. His hips begin to pump faster.

“Eyes on me,” he growls.

My eyes flash to his, and I see his jaw tick as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Reveling in the fact that
I’m
the one making him feel this way, I pick up the pace as I tighten my lips against him, hollowing my cheeks. My tongue flickers over and around the balls of the barbell that glide easily against my tongue.

I moan against his skin as my pussy clenches, my desire beginning to drip down my legs
. He releases a hiss between his teeth as he holds my head still by my hair and starts to slam in and out of my mouth, pulling back just enough when the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat causing me to gag. He pushes against me holding me in place, his head falling back when I swallow. A groan rips from his chest as he slips his cock out from between my lips.

His grasp loosens
its hold on my hair as he looks down at me, and smiles. “Do you trust me?” his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He walks away from me and opens his closet door. His body blocks the view of what he’s doing, so I take a moment to admire the way his muscles flex in his back as he moves.

“Close your eyes,” he tells me. So I do. I feel a smooth silk fabric cover my eyes and instantly
, my heart begins to speed. “We’re going to start off slow, Jo,” he whispers into my ear. “Use your safe word at any time you want me to stop. Stay with me, kitten. It’s just you and I. You’re safe,” he breathes against me as his nose grazes my neck.

My heart slows as I remind myself that I trust
Alé completely.
He won’t hurt me. I trust him. I love him
.

His hand slips through mine
, and he helps me stand walking me to the edge of the bed until it presses against the front of my knees. His hands run down my spine, leaving goose bumps chasing behind.

“Kneel on the bed, bend over, and spread your legs,” he orders, his hot breath against my neck. He helps me onto the bed as I proceed to
bend at the waist, resting on all fours. My back curves as I focus on the heavy sounds of his breathing.

“I can smell how much you need me,” he says deep and low. I feel his fingertips run down and over my ass before he spreads me. My body jumps forward at the surprise of his mouth connecting with my sex. His tongue runs through my slick folds before I feel his tongue
entering me, allowing me no time to adjust to the assault before he begins to flick my button wildly. His fingers enter me, stretching me. My hips beg to rock against him as moans slip from his lips.

“P-please,
Alé,” I beg.
God, I just need to come
. He curves his fingers just right, his mouth sucking my clit between his teeth, my body winding tight. I feel myself tense up as a wave of fire starts to roar from the base of my spine. “Ah!” I moan.

Just as I was about to fall over the abyss, he releases my clit, and his fingers begin to slow
before pulling completely out of me. I groan out at the loss of contact.

“
Alé,” I whine. “Please!”

“Do you want to come
, kitten?” he teases.

“Yes!” I snap irritated. “I
need
to come, Alé.”

I feel the head of his cock press against me before he
sinks all the way in. We groan in unison and we begin to rock together. His fingers run up my back, wrapping around my shoulders as he begins to slam into me. Hard. My breaths grow choppy, unintelligible words falling from my lips, my breasts swinging recklessly each time his hips pound against me.

“Fuck, kitten,” he hisses.

“Oh, God!” I moan. “Alé,” I breathe. He releases one of my shoulders and reaches around to stroke my center. His balls slap against me as his dick continues to slam home. His appy hits my G-spot perfectly with every stroke. The urgency is so intense I’m not sure how much more I can take.

“Shit, Jo,” he sighs. “Come with me,” he groans. Pinching my clit as his teeth graze my shoulder, his hips continuing their assault.

Without warning, a fire spreads throughout my body, my toes curl as Alé’s name is ripped from my lips.

Holy, hell. This is what I’ve been missing all this time? Looks like I have some time to make up for
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