He grits his teeth. “God—fucking—damn it, Prep Girl.” His head falls back on his shoulders and he groans. All the while his hips can’t seem to stop pressing against me. The movements are light little pushes that mimic the act of sex.
“Unless you want me to take you?” I offer.
He stills and then groans again. “Fuck.You don’t even know the image that creates.”
I think I can guess, though, and I’m more than willing to make it a reality. Pressing my hands to the wide expanse of his chest, I smooth them down his front. Even through the fabric of his suit, the hard ridges of his muscles are obvious. When I reach the waistband of his black pants where the buttoned dress shirt is tucked in, I grip it between my fingers and slowly, with incredible reserve, pull it up.
His abdomen ripples as he inhales a quick breath, the individual lines of his physique tightening all over. My lashes flutter against my cheeks as I gaze down at him. No undershirt for Gio. He’s all naked male flesh as I lift the soft fabric. All the while, Gio holds himself as still as a statue, his eyes never wavering—watching,craving.
50
JULIET
“We can get caught here,” he says, the words gritted out through clenched teeth. “It’s practically out in the open.”
I bite down on my lower lip. “You like to be watched, though,” I remind him. “Isn’t that why you videoed us together?”
“Oh fuck.” Gio reaches up to scrub a hand down his face, but his fingers get caught on the mask and he stops, letting his arm drop again. “I shouldn’t let you do this. Nolan sent me to bring you—to make sure you made it back to us, not to…”
My fingers slide his belt from its loops and I tug the leather free. “Jules…” My name is both a warning and plea on his lips. When I go to lower myself to my knees, he catches me and jerks his gaze up and down the corridor. A moment later, he yanks me behind a red curtain and against the window that overlooks the courtyard I just left.
“Fuck, fine,” he snaps. “If we’re gonna do this, then we need to be quick.”
I grin as I lower and look up at him as my knees touch the floor. “I can be quick and clean,” I tell him.
It’s been so long since it’s just been the two of us, him and me, together, that this feels almost as if we’re back at thebeginning when neither of us were very sure of the other. So much has happened since then, so much has changed, yet we’re there once more. I didn’t realize how much simpler it was then. How naive we were.
“Fuck.” Gio releases the curse on a low hiss as I hold his dress shirt away from his body. He takes it from me and slides it between his teeth. I smile, grateful, as the action gives me room to reach for the front placket of his pants. Undoing the button, I lean forward and take his zipper between my teeth. His abs constrict once more as I drag it downward.
My hand delves inside and frees him from the confines of his clothes. He’s hard and thick in my grasp, the vein underneath his cock practically pulsing as the head of him weeps with a slick precum. The glint of silver from his piercing draws my attention and I move up, opening my mouth to let my tongue lick out and steal over the jewelry.
Gio’s hands find the back of my head, fingers sliding through the strands of my hair as he thrusts his cock against my face. I lick him again, lapping at the salty taste of him before parting my lips further and taking him inside. The head disappears into my mouth and smooths over the flat of my tongue. His fingers contract against me, one hand dropping to palm the back of my neck.
The possessive hold keeps me in place and reminds me that I’m not here with someone I feel obligated to pleasure, but a man that has killed for me—would do so again. My lashes tickle the skin beneath my brow as I look up through them. His gaze meets my own, the shock of dark wanton desire burning from him into me.
“You are fucking stunning, Prep Girl,” he murmurs, the sound of his raspy tone lighting me up inside. “Take me deeper?”
It’s a question, a request, and I love him all the more for it. I widen my jaw and his cock sinks several inches deeper intomy mouth. He doesn’t stop until he’s at the back of my throat. We’ve done this before—in another place and in what feels like another lifetime. He pauses and then nudges against me, a silent interest, a phantom inquiry.
The corners of my lips quirk upward. Too many people think that the Scorpion Kings are all alike—criminals, loyal only to each other. Only I know the differences in them this way. Without Nolan here to push the boundaries, Gio is a different kind of lover. He’s not so much gentle as he is constantly aware. Sometimes I want the pressure, I want the demand. Now, I just want him.
“Jules…” My name is both a prayer and a warning spoken in a garbled tone that barely makes it past the shirt pinched between his teeth.
Pride suffuses my soul. Gio’s fingers contract against the back of my skull and the nape of my neck as I bob my head forward, taking him even more. The head of his cock slips into my throat and the squeeze is an ache that I now relish.
More. More. More.That’s what I want. What I need.
I don’t stop taking him until the tangle of dark, neat curls at the root of his cock tickle against my nose. Then I inhale through my nose and hollow out my cheeks, sucking as I slowly pull him free.
“God damn!” The words are gritted out, muffled slightly by the clench of his teeth and his shirt. His hips jolt, his body jerking against his will as I pleasure him with my lips, throat, and tongue.
Wild. Angry. Untamed. That’s what I want. I want Gio to lose his mind over me the same way I’ve lost my mind over him and the rest of the Scorpion Kings.
Up and down. Back and forth, I suck his cock all the way to the base over and over again, until he’s hissing through his teeth,struggling to bite down on the fabric of his shirt, as he stares down at where he disappears behind my lips.
His cock continues to leak precum, growing in volume with each pass over my tongue, into my throat. His abs ripple and contract as he fights his orgasm. Upon the next withdrawal, I pause and flick my tongue over the tiny V shape beneath the head of him and he loses all semblance of control.
Ripping himself away from my mouth, Gio steps back and yanks his jacket then nearly rips the buttons of his shirt off as he undresses. Dropping it to the floor behind the curtain, he reaches for me, hands shoving underneath my armpits as he hauls me up off my knees. His hunger shines through dark eyes, glittering at me with a need so visceral that it might scare another woman.
