Page 35 of Lodged

“Fuck it,” is the last thing Gio says before he lunges and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. And fuck, it’s right; I feel my skin burning everywhere he touches me. It’s like he’s been holding back, and suddenly, something inside him snapped.

His lips tangle with mine, his tongue seeking access as his hand goes to the back of my neck, pulling my hair. An involuntary moan escapes me, and it’s all Gio needs to deepen the kiss and start exploring my body. When his hand reaches the neckline of my dress, his fingers leave goose bumps on my skin as he trails the entire cleavage—seeking permission. I’m too enthralled by his touch, his taste, his scent, to nod my agreement or to let him know it’s okay. Then, Gio stops abruptly.

“Am I being too forward?” he asks, trying to catch his breath as he sits back down in his spot. I turn my body to face him and pass my hand over the scruff on his jaw. He’s usually clean-shaven, but this look is sexy on him.

“No, of course not. I was just so lost in what we were doing, in how good I was feeling by your touch that I didn’t think of saying it out loud.” He releases a sigh as he scrubs his face with his hand.

“This is what I was trying to tell you, sweetheart.” His gaze is so intense, I feel like I could get lost in his eyes forever. “I have zero experience.”

When his words hit my brain, I can’t help the way my eyes widen. He chuckles, a soft blush appearing on his face.

“What are you saying?” I whisper, feeling the need to tread carefully.

“What I just said, I have zero experience with women. I’m a virgin.” I don’t know why, but my heart warms at his confession. Here he is—this smart, thoughtful, amazing, sweet man—thinking I’d stop seeing him because he’s a virgin.

“So what? The way I see it, it’s actually better for me.” He raises a curious eyebrow, and I smirk at him, feeling sassy and more confident than I’ve ever felt. “I can show you what I like, explore every kink known to man, and learn what we enjoy. We can create our own ritual.” Gio’s eyes turn hungry, and I press my thighs together, seeking some friction.

“I like the sound of that,” Gio says in a husky tone as he grabs me by my waist and pulls me over to straddle him.

“I see you’re ready for your first lesson,” I tell him as I press my core against his hard cock and rock slowly back and forth. Gio sucks in a breath through his teeth, like he’s trying not to blow his load, and that makes me hotter for him. My nipples are two tight pebbles, hungry for attention.

“I am, Miss MacAllister.” He throws me a dirty smirk, and I grow wetter.

“Oh, that’s right, I’m the teacher now. How the tables have turned.” I bite my lip, waiting to see if he will try to kiss me again, and my hungry man doesn’t disappoint. He captures my lips and sucks hard. We both moan, and I start rocking against him, chasing the sweet relief, even though I know I need to take it slow and show him what I like.

I grab his hands without breaking the kiss and place one on my ass and the other on my breast.

“Fuck, Ruin. You feel so perfect in my hands,” Gio says against my lips, and I pull his face closer to me in appreciation—I don’t want this feeling ever to stop.

He’s kneading my ass and pulling me closer to him, seeking the same relief I am. His other hand pulls my dress down ever so slowly, exposing my breast, my taut nipple standing at attention. Gio is quick to lick and nibble at it, then he takes it between his thumb and index finger and starts toying with it.

He pulls back, his gaze fixed on his fingers playing with my nipple. I guide his head gently toward my chest, and it’s all the invitation he needs. He sucks on my breast, and I arch my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth. He’s so thorough in his exploration I think I might come just by him sucking my tit alone.

“You’re doing such a good job, Gio. Don’t stop. Please,” I say in a breathy voice, and he sucks harder, the sudden pain sending ashot of pleasure straight to my core. He releases my other breast from my dress and gives it the same attention. My moans grow louder, my movements more erratic, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone to think about anything else that isn’t Gio and all the things he’s making me feel.

Gio’s hand moves ever so slowly from my ass to under my dress, and I open my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs. When he finds what he’s looking for between my legs, he inhales deeply and starts trailing kisses from my breasts up to my neck. “You’re so wet, sweet girl. Does that mean I’m doing a good job?” Who would have thought that Gio Bianchi had a praise kink?

“Such a good job, Blue.” He smiles against my skin, and I chuckle.

“Blue?” he asks, pulling gently at my ear.

“Yes, Blue. My blue. Cobalt is your code name, but I like calling you Blue when we’re together,” I say, kissing his forehead, then his cheek, until our lips unite again. “Make me come, Blue.”

Gio’s thumb finds my clit, and I buck. He presses, drawing circles, while his middle finger nudges at my entrance. I pant, and Gio swallows all my little cries. He increases the speed, and it doesn’t take long for me to fall off the proverbial cliff. And he doesn’t stop until my body is limp.

“Do I get an A, Miss MacAllister?”

I chuckle at his question. “I’d say B-plus for effort.” I bite my lip to hold back a laugh as he shouts.

“What?” My laughter bubbles out, and he takes his hand off my core and starts tickling me mercilessly. “Take that B back,” he demands, laughing just as hard.

“No way, I’m the teacher. I get to give whatever grade I think is fair,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

“I need a second opinion. This is not fair.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bianchi. My class, my rules.” He huffs, and I grin wide at his playfulness.

“And what’s this about a second opinion? I hate to break it to you, but I don’t share.” The playfulness is gone from his face, replaced by a stony expression.

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