Satiated: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 5 (2 page)

I felt his fingers run through my hair as he cradled the back of my head and continued
to passionately kiss me. My nipples hardened and my breaths came quicker. I was backed
up against the wall now and the kissing grew more fierce. His mouth trailed away from
my lips, kissing my chin and my cheek, making its way down to my neck and my collarbone.

Then the clothes began coming off. I’m not sure who started it, but in no time we
were ripping articles of clothing from one another in rapid succession. He grabbed
at the front of my blouse and ripped it open, the buttons popping free like a zipper,
and then I was pulling his sleeves over his shoulders and down his arms. We were in
a mad dash to get naked, and the clothes were piling up on the floor in the corner.
Tony hopped on one leg as I tried to pull his pants from him while he had his arms
wrapped around me, unclasping my bra. When it finally fell to the ground he took up
a great handful of breast and began sucking at my tender nipples.

When his pants were finally off there was nothing left on either of us but our underwear.
His boxer briefs were stretched to their limit by the savage erection that he was
sporting. It pressed desperately against the constricting layer of cotton, as if it
wanted to punch through. Likewise, the only piece of clothing that was left on my
body were my panties, and my juices had soaked completely through them at this point,
causing them to cling damply to my skin.

We stood there or a moment, admiring one another’s near naked forms. He had never
looked better to me, with his lean muscular form standing before me and his large
hardened member just begging to be set free from its cloth prison. He had a lusty
look in his eye as he beheld me. When the two final pieces of clothing were removed
and added to the pile, he lifted me up and sat my bare bottom on the lip of the sink,
and then grabbing me tightly by the waist and holding me in place, he spread my legs
open and thrust deep inside of me. The feeling of his cock filling my hole was enough
to make an unexpected moan slip from my lips. It was beyond my control. The sheer
pleasure wrought by his lunging hips caused my loins to quake and my chest to heave
and strange low sounds to come from my throat. If the first kiss of our new life had
seemed exceedingly sweet to me, then this was like waking up one morning and discovering
that your eyes could see a brand new color that you had never known existed. We made
love like this for what seemed like an eternity, until our bodies seemed to hum and
quake in unison as if we had joined the same frequency, and then he came deep inside
of me and I could feel the warm seed gushing inside of me. Moments later we were cleaned
up and dressed and back on the road.

*

We drove as far as we could without stopping again, mainly because Tony wanted to
get as much distance as possible between us and the city, but by the time the sun
had set and the moon and stars were high in the sky I could see that Tony was having
trouble staying awake. That three hour nap earlier had done me some good in that regard,
but even I wasn’t completely comfortable driving on through the night in his stead.
When he let loose with a great yawn I decided to comment on it.

“Maybe we should look for a place to stay for the night.”

He glanced over at me with a look on his face that told me he was about to shoot that
idea down, but when he opened his mouth to do so another yawn came out instead. That
seemed to have sealed the deal.

“Maybe you’re right.”

He kept on driving for the next 6 miles before finally getting off at an exit that
had numerous motels listed. We pulled up to a pretty basic looking motel and entered
the check-in building. For the whole time that I had known Tony, I had been treated
to the finer things in life, so this cheap little motel was a bit of a change of pace.
I had to remind myself that we were on the run.

We got our room key from the front desk and found our room. It was small and spartan,
nothing more than a bed, table, lamp, a small refrigerator, closet sized bathroom,
and an old CRT television. Tony just looked happy to see a bed, though, and before
long so was I. We had only slept for what must have been a handful of hours, however,
when there was a loud aggressive banging on the door. Tony shot up from his sleep
and reached for the loaded gun he had stashed underneath his pillow.

“Get in the bathroom,” he said, eyeing the door intently.

I did as I was told, wrapping myself with the sheets and tip-toeing into the tiny
bathroom. I shut the door and clicked the lock into place. My hands were trembling,
I noticed. The banging came at the door once more, louder this time. I heard Tony’s
gun click.

“I don’t know who’s out there,” I heard Tony call out, “but you’d better back away
from the door and leave. You’d do that if you were smart. I’m about to start unloading
and whoever’s out there is going to be in a lot worse shape when I’m finished.”

“Tony, it’s me, Sal.” The voice was more muffled than Tony’s, having to travel through
2 doors to reach me, but I could still make out Sal’s voice nevertheless.

“I don’t care who it is, you’re about to be full of holes.”

“It’s
just
me.”

There was a long bit of silence there. My hands had become clammy and I wiped them
nervously on the sheet that was swathed about my naked body.

“Alright. I’m going to open the door now. But just know you’ll be staring down the
barrel of a gun. You got that? I’m in control here.”

“Just let me in, Tony. The others aren’t here.”

I heard the lock click and the door open and suddenly Sal’s voice became a lot clearer.

“Jesus, Tony, what the hell’s the matter with you? You think I
wanted
to have to whack you? The hell were you thinking stealing from the family like that?
You’re insane, man.”

“I needed the money, Sal. Sorry. It wasn’t personal.”

“It never is, is it?”

“What are you doing here then?”

“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. We’ve been through too much together.”

“That’s good because right now you aren’t exactly in a position to. Now tell me why
you came here alone before I put a bullet in your head and get back on the road.”

“I can keep the rest of them off your trail. I can make them give up. I just want
my part of the money that you took. At least have enough decency not to rob the one
person you could call a friend in this fucked up business.”

“Yeah, alright. I can do that.”

“I’m relieved. You go on, run wherever it is your running to, and everyone can hopefully
forget about this. Why did you do it though?”

“Tara.”

“What? The girl? Is that why you took her with you? Jesus, man… what, you’ve got delusions
about starting some fresh new life with her, is that it?”

“Something like that.”

“You picked the wrong girl for that, man. She was fooling around with me when you
were stuck up in the hospital and not around.”

I heard the gun click again.

“Hey, man… I’m just looking out for you,” Sal said.

“Take your money and get out of here.”

“Alright, alright. You better pick up and go too. If I found you here then you can
bet this place probably isn’t safe for very much longer.”

“I said take your money and go.”

“Right. So long.”

I heard the door open and then shut again and then the door to the bathroom swung
open and Tony was there with a grimace on his face and the gun still in his hand.

“Get your clothes on. We’re going,” he said bluntly before turning back around and
pulling his shoes on. He was mad, but I couldn’t tell if it was because Sal had had
the nerve come here or because of what Sal had told him about me. I got dressed in
silence and followed back out to the car, and before long we were back out on the
road in the black of night.

“Is it true what he said?” Tony asked once we were back on the interstate.

“I was mad at you. It was a mistake. I had just found out about your…”

“About my wife?”

“Well… yeah. I was upset, you have to understand. I wish I could take it back.”

“I guess I deserved it.”

“What? No… it was wrong. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said, pulling on his leather driving gloves. “We’re starting fresh.
There’s no sense in bringing any of the nonsense of that world with us.”

I was relieved to hear him say that. I reached my hand across the center console and
took one of his gloved hands in mine, locking our fingers together.

*

We drove on through the rest of the way, disregarding sleep in favor of knowing that
we were safely ahead of any trouble that might be coming after us, and when we had
finally made it Florida we stopped at the very first motel we could find and crashed
for 12 hours.

Apparently, Tony knew a guy in Miami who was well enough removed from the family that
we could trust him. He was a record producer, or at least he said he was, but all
I knew was that he had a lot of money. We stayed at his villa for a few weeks while
dealing with the nightmare jungle that is real estate, but it wasn’t too long before
we found ourselves the new owners of a fabulous beach front property.

Our first evening there, Tony and I were lounging in two deck chairs that we had set
up on the veranda facing the beach. We were sipping on rum and cokes in celebration
and watching as the waves rolled in white and frothy before being sucked back out
to sea by the tide. The setting sun cast an beautiful orange tint over everything.

“I’m happy,” Tony said, glancing over at me and sipping at his drink.

“Me too.”

He set his drink down and got up from his chair, crawling on top of me in mine and
pressing his weight lightly down upon me. He began to kiss at my neck and I took a
long deep breath, enjoying his clean soapy scent and perfume of salt water in the
air. I buried my face into his thick black hair as he kissed at the soft skin of my
neck and drew in the fresh clean scent. I began to nibble at his ear, lightly kissing
it and running my hands down the muscular length of his back. Where are bodies met
in the middle I could feel his stiffening length begin to press into me.

I slid my hand down in between us and snuck my hand past the elastic band of his swimming
trunks, grabbing hold of his cock inside and stroking it gently, only causing it to
grow harder. In response, his hand began to meander down my body, past the slope of
my breasts and across my stomach and finally down to my bikini bottom. His fingers
pressed against my moistening vagina, peeling the bikini bottom to the side so that
his fingers grazed the slippery skin. Finally, his middle finger slipped in and began
plumbing back and forth. We lay there in the deck chair for what must have been a
half hour, our bodies pressed against each other and manually stimulating each other
like we were in high school again, him fingering my wettened pussy and me stroking
his swollen cock.

I brought my lips close to his ear and whispered, “Let’s christen the house.”

With his cock still firmly in my grip, I wrapped my legs around him and aimed its
head at the entrance of my pussy and began to teasingly rub it against my lips, without
ever actually plunging it inside. I did this numerous times, and eventually his cock
was slippery with my juices and when he had had enough of the teasing he lifted himself
up on his knees, grabbed me forcefully by the waist and flipped me over on my stomach.
I lifted me ass up into the air, my pussy perfectly positioned for him to take me,
and waited to feel his hard length enter me. Instead, he began to tease me in the
same manner that I had teased him. He brought his cock forward and I could feel the
tip poking gently at the entrance to my sex, the swollen head sliding up and down
and pushing lightly but never fully parting the lips and sliding in. I began to grow
impatient. I was flushed with desire at this point and when I felt his dick head brush
maddeningly up against my soaking vagina again I reached underneath and through my
legs and grabbed hold of it, stuffing it into my pussy. I moaned with delight as he
finally began to slide his erect member in and out of me in a rhythmic fashion. When
the orgasm came I gripped the sides of the chair and began to counter his own movements
with forceful gyrations of my ass.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” I cried out, my eyes rolling in the back of my head and my toes curling.
I squeezed my legs around him tight, and my vagina squeezed tight around his cock,
pulling it and kneading it deeper inside of me until he too was moaning and grunt
and cumming inside of me. When it was over we lay there in a shivering heaving mass
of flesh, his body on top of mine, and his cock still inside of me. I could see the
sun setting in the distance and I could feel his warm semen swimming inside of me.

“Welcome home,” he whispered into my ear.

***
About the Author:

Eliza Stout lives at her quiet home in Phoenix, AZ with her two cats, Ace & Gizzy
(brother and sister). She spends her free time painting and hiking as much as possible,
and the only thing she enjoys more than reading steamy literature is writing it!