Page 43 of The Hitman

“Is this too much?” he asks. I can hear the laughter in his voice.

I move my free hand to the back of his head and gently pull his mouth closer. “No. More.”

I feel his smile against my ear before he gently sucks my earlobe into his mouth, licking and biting at me as he pushes a single finger inside of me. I gasp, loudly, before I press my lips closed.

The woman in front of us shifts in her seat.

I freeze, but Giulio doesn’t stop. While I’m waiting for her to fall back to sleep, Giulio is busy working that first finger and another and then another inside of me with careful and increasing pressure. By the time the woman in front of us has gone back to snoring louder than before, Giulio has four fingers so deep inside my pussy that I can barely breathe. I’m gasping and moaning and trying to keep my voice down, but I know I’m failing, and I can’t care.

“Is this how you like it?” he asks, licking the outer shell of my ear.

“Yes,” I moan, and I mean it.

Each time his fingers stroke as deep inside me as our strange position will allow, his palm presses into my clit. He memorized how I like to touch myself even though he only saw it once. Ryan had never. Could never.

Every one of Giulio’s touches is full of intention, even the way he’s licking and sucking and biting at my ear. Giulio’s known me for a handful of hours, and he’s already figured out all the things that get me hot, and more importantly, he wanted to know them. It took years of careful instruction in the bedroom to teach Ryan how to make me come more than once when we had sex.

Fuck Ryan forever, to be honest.

“I can keep doing this, tesora,” he tells me. “I can make you come so hard that you’ll forget the train and everyone on it but me.”

“God, yes,” I exhale on a full-body shiver. My orgasm is so close.

“Or, you can let me inside your wet cunt, and we can let the movements of the train get us off.”

I come so hard that I lock my thighs around his hand and bruise my lips biting them shut. The orgasm hits me like a rocket. Even though I felt it coming, I’m unprepared for what it does to me, the way I shudder, the sweat that covers my body, the way I drench my ass, and surely Giulio’s pant leg.

But I’m also unprepared for the new door of my own sexual desire that opens for me in this moment. It isn’t just how expertly Giulio touched me or his filthy words; it’s the way he gives me choices with only so much room to think as if he knows I can’t handle more in this moment. The way he gives me limits, so I don’t have to think too hard about the things that hurt. The way he gives me a safe space to feel.

There’s no Ryan in this moment. There’s only Giulio’s fingers buried in my pussy, my orgasm, and the hot length of him against my overheated back.

Sometimes when I was with Ryan, I felt as if I had no choices, no say in my life, because his job exposed me to any and everyone, no matter what their intentions. Being in the public eye felt stifling. Ryan’s career expectations and his batshit fans shrank the world around me the longer we were together. I’d had to move out of the little apartment Zoe, Shae, and I shared after college because the paparazzi were camping out outside my building. Some of my friends stopped inviting me to brunch because they didn’t want to be on the celebrity gossip sites the next day.

Being with Ryan might have given me access to his money, but it didn’t make my life better. Zoe had been right.He makes you hide yourself away. Even if he doesn’t mean to. Being with him puts you in a box.How hadn’t I realized the truth in this before? Andwhyhad I been about to bind myself to him?

I don’t have the wherewithal to work through any of these realizations, not consciously at least. My brain notes them and moves swiftly away because accepting just how unhappy and unfulfilled I’d been in my previous relationship is much less important than attending to Giulio’s options.

I know the answer as soon as I can breathe again.

I relax my thighs and plant my feet on the slightly sticky train floor. I don’t stand fully, just enough to grab the head of his dick and position him at my opening. I look briefly over the seat in front of me at the crowded car, but this time, it doesn’t affect me. I don’t care. Besides, no one notices when my sweaty face pops up over the seat or my look of pure erotic ecstasy as I sink back down out of view onto Giulio’s hard, throbbing dick.

I try to lower myself onto him slowly, but he doesn’t let me.

He grabs me at the waist again — at some point, I should consider telling him how much I like that — and yanks me down. I yelp and groan.

His mouth is at my ear again. I adjust to the welcome intrusion of him inside me and his familiar panting breaths, and what I’m assuming are Italian curses. I don’t know what they mean, but Iknowexactly how he feels.

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Giulio

“Cazzo. Ti senti caldo. Voglio restare qui per sempre.”

I’ve had good pussy before. Correction, I’ve had great pussy before. The best money can buy. Zahra is better.

She’s wet and warm and still shivering from her orgasm, vibrating around my cock like the best sex toy ever made. I could get used to this. Iwantto get used to this.

“Aspetta un secondo,” I whisper to her. “Give me a moment.”

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