Page 23 of Mafia Star

“Oh, God… Marco… Fuck. That feels so good… I’m coming.”

Her fingers squeeze my pecs as she braces herself, leaning forward. Her cheeks are flushed as her eyes drift closed. She’s exquisite. When her eyes open, and she sucks in a deep breath, I lift her off me. She reaches for me, but I’m quick to place her on her belly. I hover over her, wrapping my left hand over her wrists at the small of her back. I rest on my elbows, and my right hand pulls back hair from her left shoulder. I nudge her legs wider until I can enter her again.

“You are mine, Beth. Mine to pleasure and deny. Mine to watch as you come on my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I will claim all of you just like you’ve claimed all of me.”

There’s more truth in that statement than I wish to examine. I thrust four more times before I feel my cum fill the condom. I release her wrists and start to lift my weight from her. She pulls her arms free, but her hands search for my arms. She wraps hers around mine.

“Don’t go yet. Please.”

I settle back, so my forearms bracket her head. I feather kisses on her temple and cheek. I don’t rest all my weight on her, but I give her most of it. I feel her body sink farther into the mattress beneath mine as she sighs. Her eyes are closed as she slides her hands up to cover mine. We lace our fingers together, but neither of us speaks.

We just had rough sex, but this feels much more like basking in the bliss a couple would share. This isn’t how I’ve felt during regular BDSM aftercare for someone I dominated. The emotions are so much more genuine. And that scares the ever-loving fuck out of me.

I kiss along her shoulder until she tries to twist beneath me. I rise enough for her to roll over. Her kiss is as soft as mine have been, and I wrap her in my arms as I roll over again, putting me on the bottom. I like how she feels sprawled across my chest. I like the way her silky hair feels under my fingers as I run my hand up and down her back. I like how her ass fills my palm as it rests there. I especially love the feel of the pecks she’s giving my neck as her head rests in the crook of my shoulder.

But neither of us says anything. Neither of us acknowledges that this is more than just fucking. We’re both close to drifting off when we, by silent mutual agreement, get up. She slips her teddy back on along with her heels, while I gather and put my clothes back on. But her hand rests over my outline of Italy. She does nothing for a moment then pulls away. We reach the door and look at each other.

“Tomorrow night?”

We speak at the same time. Then we nod in unison.

“Marco, if something comes up, please let me know. I don’t want to come here without you.”

“Same.”

I lean in and kiss her. We have each other’s number from coordinating things for the wedding as maid of honor and best man. I walk her back to the locker room and duck into the men’s to grab my stuff. I put my button down back on. My keys, wallet, and phone were always with me just in case. I hang back until I see Beth walk outside. She glances back, maybe hoping to see me. I slip out but stay in the shadows as I watch her hail a cab. The cab pulling away without me in it is probably the saddest metaphor of my life.

Beth

I’m so sorry. I have to cancel tonight. My brother wants me to meet his girlfriend at dinner, and they arranged a date for me. I don’t want to go.

My fucking luck.

“Marco?”

I turn toward Luca’s voice as he walks into my living room. I shove my phone in my pocket, wishing I could respond right then and there. But I don’t want to deal with Luca’s questions.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“We have a problem.”

“What’s new about that? Can you be more specific?”

“What’s crawled up your ass lately? You’re being pissy with everyone.”

I didn’t think I was, but maybe. I’m fighting to hide my disappointment over not getting to see Beth tonight. Last night was the most earth-shaking experience of my life, and I thought I was going to get round two tonight. I know I can’t get her out of my system yet, so I figured I wouldn’t fight the current anymore. I finally allowed myself to indulge, but here I am having my hand slapped away from the cookie jar.

“I’m not being pissy with anyone. I’m just frustrated that shit keeps cropping up that we can’t completely resolve. It’s a bunch of fucking Band-Aids instead of resolutions.”

“Maybe so, but you need to fix your attitude.”

“Is that an order, big brother?”

I’m being a total ass right now, and Luca doesn’t deserve it. He shoots me a look that says he won't respond to that now, but he’ll remember it later. Most likely when we’re boxing. I inhale, forcing myself to calm the fuck down and stop being a douche.

“What’s going on?”

My tone is more normal, and I can see Luca appreciates it.

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