I kept my eyes trained on my phone, but from my peripheral, I could see Sly come in. Per usual, he shut the door gently behind him before crossing the room. As he approached the couch, I slid my feet to bend my legs and pulled them closer to my body, allowing room for Sly to sit.
“Mia preferita, why the long face?” he asked as he took a seat next to me.
Toggling out of my puzzle, I paused the podcast and reached up to remove my headphone. “I’m just really in my head tonight. Salty for no reason.”
“Did something happen?” Sly’s eyes darkened as he asked the question. A smile played on my lips as I watched his reaction, loving that even though we weren’t serious, he’d throw hands for me if need be.
“No,” I told him with a sigh. “My thoughts just got the best of me again.”
Sly held my gaze and slowly trailed his fingertips from my ankle up to my inner thigh as he scooted closer. “Sounds like you need una distrazione, mia preferita.”
When he spoke in his native tongue, it did wicked things to my body. Though I couldn’t speak Italian, I’d spent enough time around Sly to pick up on certain words he threw into his sentences, or just straight up asked him what the hell he said when I didn’t understand something. The nickname he had chosen for me,my favorite, was a personal favorite because I knew it held double meaning. Sly had become a close friend, and him acknowledging me as one of his favorite humans was something I held near to my heart. He had my full trust, and that wasn’t something I freely gave. Not anymore.
“A distraction is exactly what I need,” I told him, letting my legs fall open. Though I wore my denim cutoff shorts, I knew they left little to the imagination, and with my legs spread, the fabric of my thong could be seen.
Without hesitation, Sly stood and walked over to my desk, snatching the keys that sat on top of it and unlocked the bottom drawer. I didn’t need to look to know what he was pulling out of it, and instead, I unclasped the bottom of my shorts and pulled them from my body, taking my underwear off with them before tossing both to the floor. I kept my legs spread, and moved my fingers down to massage my clit while I waited for Sly to return.
The cushions dipped below my body as he settled one knee between my legs, keeping his other foot on the floor as he tugged my shirt up to expose my breasts. I had gone braless today, not giving a shit if my nipples showed through my loose graphic tee, because, why would I? If someone didn’t like it, they could get out of my bar. Sly’s hand reached up and roughly palmed my left tit, licking his lips as he did.
“Squisita,” he said earnestly, keeping his eyes on my body.
“Translation?” I asked breathlessly, already so wound up with anticipation and my own touch. I hadn’t heard him say that word before, and although I had a feeling what it meant, I wasn’t sure.
“Exquisite, mia preferita, simply exquisite. Now, what setting?” Sly began clicking the button on my Rose toy, switching through the different vibration settings.
“Dealer's choice.”
Sly replaced my fingers with his own, dipping into the wetness between my legs and pulling it upward to smear on my clit. He rubbed it in tight circles before abandoning it all together.
Slamming three fingers inside me mercilessly, he then brought the Rose toy to my clit, pressing it against me with just the right amount of pressure.
Immediately, I groaned with pleasure from the vibration. The fullness of his fingers was the cherry on top, making me squirm in pleasure against his touch. “The…perfectdistraction,” I moaned, lifting my hips to press into him and the toy further.
My body hummed as I rode Sly’s hand. He was ruthless with the thrusts of his fingers, knowing exactly what my body craved from him and delivered it in the most toe-curling way. Grabbing my own breasts, I kneaded them, rolling my nipples between my fingers and loving the stimulation it caused. Heavy moans floated past my lips as I let myself drift away with the pleasure, my eyes rolling back as my body climbed toward release.
Sly slowed the thrusts of his fingers and removed the toy from my clit. When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me, his eyes blazing. “Tell me what’s got you in your head,” he demanded in a tone that was sharp, yet somehow gentle. His fingers played shallowly, not entering me but still bringing me soft pleasure.
I knew what he was doing.
He was doing what he always did. Getting me to open up. To talk. He wanted me to admit my feelings.
Sly, on the exterior, was a hardened badass—a motorcycle club member who kept to himself unless provoked. He wasn’t a man you wanted to piss off. Cold and ruthless were traits painted throughout his interior, and although he didn’t admit it, I knew he had some sort of ties to the mob. He hid it well from the MC, but the way he carried himself screamed trained upbringing. That should have thrown up so many red flags, but my gut told me Sly was trustworthy and had the best interests of the MC at heart.That’sthe type of man Sly was. On the inside, he was caring. Empathetic. He was loyal. And for being such an intimidating dude on the outside, the man was seriously in touch with his feelings, and for some reason, made it his mission to make me be in touch with mine.
Thrusting my hips upward, I chased his touch, growing frustrated that he’d stopped all movement of his hand and the toy. “Sly. Come on,” I scoffed as I glared at him.
He laughed and brought the Rose toy back to my clit, the vibrations instantly pulsing through me and creating immediate pleasure again. Sighing, my head lulled back to the arm of the couch. Thankfuckhe did that, because I wasthis closeto snatching it from his hand and finishing what he started.
“Talk,” Sly prodded as he clicked the button on the toy to change the vibration.
He was pissing me off. I didn’t like that he quite literally was holding my pleasure against me right now. I knew if I didn’t start talking, he’d stop playing.
“What do you want me to say?” I snapped. “Do you really want me to sit here and tell you I’m pissed off because, once again, Cain has pushed his way into my thoughts and won’t leave them?”
“Exactly. Tell me why that’s bothering you, mia preferita.”
The vibration changed again, and I couldn’t help but moan as the toy started pulsating against my clit, mimicking a sucking sensation. “Why would you want to hear about that when you’re between my thighs, playing with my pussy, Sly? Does me talking about another man—sayingthat man’s name as you pleasure me—get you off?”
Tossing his head back, Sly roared a laugh, his head shaking as he pushed two fingers into me. He wasted no time curling them upward to stroke my G-spot. The sensation stole the air from my lungs. “No, but it getsyouoff, and that’s the objective right now, isn’t it?”
