Rubbed Raw (9 page)

“That’s it… Oh shit… Giovanni… oh… please…” He paused. I looked at him and cried out, “No, don’t stop, please!” He smirked and went back to grinding me into rapture. “Yes… oh… yes… just… like… that… Oh God!” I shouted even louder, my voice cracking.

Then he withdrew from me. I was shocked. He was done? I didn’t feel him cum. Suddenly, without warning, he plowed back into me with such force, I cried out in agony. Yet again, there was that odd pleasure from it.

“Bitch,” he whispered into my ear. “You fucking cheated on me.”

He started slamming into me hard, deep and really fast. I clung to him as I quaked within, madly. My tears fell from pleasure and pain at that point, as well as guilt. With each thrust, his hipbones hit into my flesh, and I knew I would feel it for days.

I closed my eyes again, feeling overwhelming ecstasy inside. It grew and grew until I cried out his name, long and loud. My voice started to sound hoarse as I clung to him. “I can’t… take… anymore… please.” I sounded like I had a cold.

He gave me that look. The one that told me I could always take more. It was still laced with anger. His eyes told me how hurt he still was, and I didn’t blame him.

Suddenly, he took me away from the wall a little and shoved me back against it. “I hate you.” It was less than a whisper.

I let out a groan, hurting even more, physically. I should have been hurt emotionally as well, but I knew he didn’t mean it somehow. Well, at least not as much as I thought in the beginning.

Then he moved his hips faster than I ever thought anyone could. Each thrust lasted maybe a second. He was almost growling with each hit.

I was crying by then; overcome by my emotions and in real pain. He leaned down and licked the tears from my cheeks, then pressed his lips against mine. I started to feel the anger fading, finally. His rhythm eased, and I sighed with relief.

His hips moved more purposefully. He shifted his position enough that he was able to stroke my G-spot again. I kept orgasming as the head of his cock slid against that sweet place inside.

With each spasm, his breathing got a bit faster, and he started to moan and gasp in my ear. I closed my eyes and felt his love consume me. I clung to him, my nails piercing his skin. I whimpered while my pussy kept tensing around his dick.

Our voices came together, “Giovanni…” “Crystal…” “Giovanni…” “Crystal…” Then he plunged into me deeply and grabbed me around the middle. “Oh God!” we both cried out as our bodies tensed.

I clutched his shoulders hard and cried out again as spasms surged through me. His cock pulsated while he held me closer and sighed. He soon looked at me and silently let me down.

I watched him throw the condom away. Then he pulled me into the shower with him. I felt the tension dissipate a bit. I knew he felt slightly guilty for causing me pain.

He washed my hair and body. It was very romantic and intimate. It was also very arousing. When he was done, he leaned down and let me wash his hair. I liked running my fingers through it that way. He sighed in my ear a few times, obviously liking it too.

Then I washed his body. His muscles felt even better all soaped up. I leered at him as I ran my hands all over him. I left the best parts for last. I stroked his half-hard cock with soapy hands, and he let out a sigh. I went on to caress and wash his scrotum, massaging each one of his testicles lovingly, drawing a moan from him. I slid my fingers underneath and edged them over that sensitive area.

He grabbed my shoulders and widened his stance while he moaned again. I used two fingers to rub his asshole. He had liked that before. He let a gasp slip. I smiled, knowing what he liked. I slid my fingers over the opening again. He gripped me harder then pulled my hand away. I felt his rock-hard dick against my body before he had me back up.

I bit my lip as I watched him rinse his body. I sighed when he ran his hand over his cock and then down to get all the soap off. By the time he was done, I felt like we hadn’t made love in weeks. I was becoming desperately aroused.

I closed my eyes, trying to stop the feeling. All of a sudden, he lifted me, and my back was against the shower wall. Giovanni looked into my eyes and planted a loving kiss on my lips. Then he slowly pushed his stiff cock into me again.

It hurt, because I was sore, but before he was all the way in, I was writhing with ecstasy, “Giovanni!”

As he thrust gently, the trembling continued. Gradually he increased his speed, but not the intensity. I clutched him tightly. Within seconds, I leaned my head on him as the shuddering became stronger. I tensed around his cock and screamed as the rapture overtook me.

Before my mouth closed, Giovanni moaned and quickly pulled out. Then I felt his semen splash on my leg. He looked up and kissed my mouth again, softly.

Soon he carried me into the bedroom and put me down. He held me tightly for a minute or two. Then he looked into my eyes. He took a deep breath and quickly looked away.

I touched his cheek. “I’m sorry.”

He looked down at me and whispered. “So am I.” He brushed my hair back. “I was just so mad. I didn’t mean to hurt you and call you…”

“Stop,” I put a finger to his lips. “You needed to vent. It’s OK.”

“I love you…” he softly said. “And… and I forgive you.”

Tears of joy came to my eyes. “Thank you. I love you too.”

Giovanni put his hands on my face and kissed my tears then my lips. “You’re still everything to me, my love.”

I closed my eyes, trying to quell the urge to cry harder. I was so overwhelmed with emotion. I rested my head on his chest then managed, “I don’t wanna live without you.”

He put a hand on the back of my head and with his other hand rubbed my back. “You’ll never have to. I love you way too much. Even when I’m gone, a long time from now, I promise to always be with you. I’ll find a way.”

His words eased my worry. I didn’t know what I would ever do without him. The few hours that day hurt so badly. When he let me go, I sat on the bed. Still breathless, worn out and in slight pain, I put my hands behind me and leaned back.

Giovanni knelt in front of me and touched my thighs. “Holy shit, I didn’t mean to hurt you this bad. I’m so sorry.”

I looked down. I was shocked to see huge marks on my inner thighs. I had never had sex like that before. Still with a scratchy sound to my voice, I assured him, “It hurt, but in a good way. I would’ve asked you to stop if it was real bad.”

While the vans were loaded that night, Chad and Giovanni ignored each other. I watched them as I leaned on the garage wall. I kept thinking that the band was doomed.
How in the world can we keep it together with all the tension?

Then I shifted my legs and cringed. My pussy ached, and my thighs hurt much more than earlier. I was trying to hide the pain from Chad. I had no idea what he would do if he knew what Giovanni had done to me.

“Dude, what the fuck’s your problem?” Chris almost shouted when Giovanni threw a wad of cables at him. “What the hell did I do to you?”

Giovanni took a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood.”

“Well, don’t take it out on me!” Chris shouted.

“You OK?” Chad suddenly asked me.

I looked up at him, “Yeah.” He had a cut next to his left eye and a bruise on his left cheek.

“What’s wrong with your voice?” He touched my shoulder. “And why’re you just standing there? Usually you…”

“Get the fuck off her!” Giovanni roared.

Chad backed away quick and went in the house. I was glad he didn’t argue, and I was sure he understood why Giovanni was so pissed off.

Chris came to me. “What the hell’s going on with Giovanni? Did you guys have a fight?”

“Kinda. It’ll work itself out, OK?” I replied, hoping I was right.

He sighed, “It better.”

In the van on the way to our gig, Giovanni squeezed my leg. “I don’t want you alone with him tonight.”

“OK.”

Then he picked up my hand and whispered. “Does it still hurt?”

“Yes,” I quietly answered.

He kissed my fingers. “I’m sorry, really.”

“What’s with the whispering?” Phil suddenly asked.

Giovanni pulled his hand away from me. “You don’t need to know.”

The next morning, I lifted my head off Giovanni’s chest and looked up at him. He was watching me sleep. Something he seemed to enjoy. “You’re so beautiful, my love,” he said as he raked my hair with his fingers.

I rubbed his rough beard, which grew in quickly every day. “You’re still a bit scruffy, but cute.”

“Hey, I thought you liked that about me?”

“I do. I’m just teasing.” I smiled. “And I’m still amazed I wake up to you every morning.”

Then it was his turn to smile. “The first time I woke up with you in my arms, I never wanted to let you go. You have no idea how hard it was not make love to you. I wanted you so bad.”

I caressed his cheek. Then I ran a finger over the tattoo he had over his heart. Slowly, I traced the cross that matched his brother Rosario’s. “Did you get this for someone?”

His body stiffened. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Was it someone you lost?” I didn’t want to drop it yet again. He never answered me when I asked. I looked up at him, and his eyes had closed. “This date is before I knew you. Did you know Chad back then? I think he said you guys knew each other longer than this.”

He suddenly turned away from me.

“I’m sorry.” I slid my hand up his back, then around to his chest, feeling its strength. “I didn’t mean to upset you, but I’m your girlfriend. You don’t wanna share it with me?”

“I can’t,” he almost whispered. He was holding back so much pain. I could hear the strain in his voice.

I lay my head on his shoulder and held him as close as I could. “I’m here for you when you’re ready.”

Within seconds, he turned around and hugged me tightly. He buried his mouth in my hair. “I just can’t.” The words were a bit garbled, but I knew he was fighting tears.

“I won’t push. It’s OK.” I rubbed his back as I felt him start to shake a little.

It took some time, but after a while, he looked at me. “Thanks for understanding. I’ll tell you one day.”

“OK.” I kissed his lips.

He pulled me close again. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

“Sure.” I thought for a few seconds. “Is there anything that’s too out there for you sexually?”

He looked at me and shook his head. “That was some subject change.”

“Well, is there?”

“Um, I guess so, but I don’t think you’d be into those things either. I’m pretty open to new stuff, though. I’m sure you have fantasies I don’t know about yet that we can work on.”

I sighed. “You helped me bring one of them to life.”

“I know, but I don’t wanna talk about that.”

“You wouldn’t even consider doing it again?”

“Chad is not stepping one foot in this bedroom!” He yelled as he lay on his back.

I closed my eyes, angry for mentioning it. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry. I know I hurt you.” A tear fell from my eye.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” He pulled me up on top of him, and I gasped feeling incredible pain with the movement. “I just…” He took a deep breath, and I could feel him trying to relax. “I just don’t want his hands on you again.”

I kissed his lips, trying to hide how much my thighs hurt. “I was thinking about with someone else one day.”

“It’s too soon to talk about that. I can’t deal with it.”

“OK, then why don’t you tell me one of your fantasies? You wouldn’t say a word that day we were all talking about them.”

He blushed. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Do you wanna have a threesome with another woman?”

“Hell no!” Giovanni shouted. “Sorry. That just reminds me of my brother. I could never touch another girl while I’m with you.”

“Do you want me to let you be with someone else alone?”

“No.” He touched my face. “I told you. There’s no one else for me, and I don’t know how to separate sex and emotions. If I hadn’t been in love with you, there was no way I could’ve slept with you that first time. I told you I’ve only been with girls I dated. My fantasies are mostly one on one.”

I talked as I kissed his neck. “So, can I make one of them come true?”

“I think you can figure one of them out.”

I thought as hard as I could. I knew he liked rough sex. I didn’t know how rough until the day before, though. Then it dawned on me he always told me he liked when I got rough with him.

“You wanna be dominated, don’t you?”

He blushed. “I guess you could call it that. I love when you shove me and force me to do what you want.” He sighed then ran his fingers over my back. “Would you tie me up?”

“Sure.” I smiled as I imagined him helpless. “Do you have any others?”

He rolled over on top of me. “Yeah, but I don’t think I should tell you. One of them could be painful, for you. The other, I’m not sure I really want to try.” He kissed my lips. “If we don’t get up now, we can’t go running.”

When Giovanni and I walked into the studio hand in hand, I saw Chad move behind Jon. We walked to Chris, who had headphones on.

Giovanni tapped his shoulder. “What you listening to?”

Chris looked up and uncovered his ears. “It’s one of Gasoline’s new songs. Jon wanted me to hear how Dean goes from singing to screaming. He thinks we’re gonna need that on the song you wrote for your brother.”

“OK,” Giovanni did sound interested, but then he looked away. “Hey Jon, did you get someone to fix that pedal?”

Jon walked away from Crazy Mike and started towards us. Giovanni squeezed my hand while Chad became visible again.

“Ow!”

Giovanni let go. “Sorry.”

I sighed. He had the look of utter fury in his eyes as he glared at Chad. “Stop, please. They’re all gonna know. I’m so sorry.”

He relaxed quickly and hugged me. “My love, I’m not mad at you.” He kissed me. Then Jon called to him. “I’ll be back.”

Within a minute, Tommy came up to me. “Crystal, I brought my favorite bass with me. I wanna play with you today.” He winked.

“Sure,” I replied sarcastically.

I couldn’t help but smile. His eyes made me fall apart at the seams. I knew what was coming next. He was going to try to get me alone again. I walked towards my guitar, trying not to show my pain that had grown with the morning run and ride in. I winced as I crouched down to open the case.