Page 96 of Brutal Legacy

Since that night a month ago, we’d been inseparable, but only when we were sure we wouldn’t get caught. Elio promised he’d take me away from here, that we’d leave together, but it wasn’t time yet. We barely had any money, no plan… We were right in the fresh bloom of love, and it felt impossible to think about anything else. There was a deep and abiding sense of safety and security. I’d met Elio. Everything else would work out.

I stood and crossed to the window, enjoying the cool, wet air brushing my skin.

I took the flashlight I used for signaling the stable and directed it out into the rainy night. If he was watching, he’d see.

I flashed the light in our usual code and waited. Nothing answered me. Disappointment hit me hard. I wanted to see Elio. I wanted to kiss him. I just wanted to be around him, all the time. Tommaso called it infatuation and told me I’d get over it soon enough, but I didn’t believe him. This was different. A soul meeting its other half. I felt complete when he was near.

I lay back down and turned on my front, trying to cool myself down as much as possible.

I drifted in and out of sleep. My mind wandered over images of what our lives would be like once we left Castel Amaro. Maybe Elio could come to America with me… I had citizenship from my American mother, after all. She was the reason I had an English spelling of my name instead of Italian. Georgia, not Giorgia. I’d been named after the state where my father had met my mother. It was hard to imagine my workaholic father ever being romantic, but I guessed he must have been once.

A shift of cold swept over me, and a few drops of rain. Rain? I only had time to vaguely register it before he touched me.

I didn’t move. I was half asleep and not really sure if it was a dream, but there was a wet hand trailing down my back. I shivered, the sudden chilliness a pleasure all on its own.

Elio was here.

My head was turned toward him already, and I peeked through half-shut eyes. He stood beside the bed, outlined by a flash of lightning from the open balcony behind him. He’d clearly climbed up the outside of the building, seeing as he was soaked.

He stripped his wet T-shirt off and dropped his pants. Seconds later, he was naked, his cock jutting out hard and ready before him. He shifted to the bed and lay beside me, his coolhands wandering over my back and across my waist. I shifted, rolling onto my side, and his palms closed around my breasts. I gasped, the icy feeling echoing through me, quickly followed by the pleasure of his touch. He circled my nipples and then leaned in and captured one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling. I wrapped my arms around his head, cradling it against me as he feasted on my chest.

“Weren’t you sleeping, topolina? I was trying not to disturb you,” he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eye. He leaned up and stared down at me.

“I am sleeping. Don’t you see?” I turned back to my front and got comfy, playing along with his idea.

“Hmm, yes, you look asleep, perfectly innocently unguarded… mine to do what I want with.”

He shifted across my back. He ran his tongue down my spine, and I gasped. He slapped my ass at the sound. The slight sting was intriguing.

“Oh, like that, do you?” He gripped my ass tightly, sliding his fingers down my cleft and feeling how wet I was.

I parted my legs in a very obvious sign of what I wanted.

“My, we are bossy in our sleep.” He chuckled and settled between my legs. Then his body draped over mine and his cock prodded at my ass. He guided it lower, putting the tip to my entrance, his arms braced on either side of my head, keeping his weight off my back.

I stayed still. I played my part, enjoying the game.

He slid inside. I was so wet, I was more than ready for him.

He muttered a curse and glided right in, my muscles slick and desperate for his invasion. I felt incredibly filled by him. He pressed in as deep as he could and then stopped.

I fought the urge to move. I wanted to fuck myself on his cock, but I was supposed to be asleep.

He chuckled, like he knew exactly what I wanted, before he began. Slow and deep, he fucked me from behind, while I lay “sleeping.” It was hot as hell. I had no control over our position, or his pace, or anything. It was freeing, and Elio knew it. He was always telling me to let go more, not to try and control everything. It was a hard habit to break. Right now, though, I had to admit, he was right. Giving control to him was hot.

His hand snaked around the front of me, and he strummed my clit. I had to bite the pillow to smother my moans. My father slept just across the hall. That would be an interesting way to reveal our relationship…

I was going to come. This angle was perfect, deeper than ever, and his hand on my clit was making me embarrassingly wet. A wet sound squelched while he fucked me. With a muffled cry, I came, the orgasm hurtling out of nowhere and slamming into me. Elio swore, my pussy clamping down on him. He stayed right where I needed him as long as possible, then pulled out. His cum splattered across my ass and lower back. I hadn’t managed to get the pill prescribed anywhere yet — well, anywhere my father wouldn’t find out about — so we were trying to be careful. There were a whole lot of flaws in that method, and we were both aware of it, but not enough to stop. His breathing was harsh, and he swayed over me, on his knees, his glistening cock leaking out the last few drops of cum onto my skin.

With a satisfied sigh, he lowered his hand to my wet back, and then he was rubbing the milky fluid into my skin. He massaged my ass and lower back, spreading his cum into my skin like oil.

“I like it when you smell like me, topolina… so you never forget whose you are.”

I wokewith a start as I came, just when dream Elio slammed into me for another round. Pleasure flooded through me, undulating waves that seemed to have no end.

I was on my front, sweat gluing my face to the sheet. My pillow was trapped between my legs, and I was humping it. In that dreamlike state, reliving that memory, my needy body had taken over.

I collapsed my pulsing body against the mattress, feeling boneless, relaxed for the first time in over a week… and then I saw him.

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