Page 49 of The Hate We Breathe
“Gio?” I whisper his name just in case the others can hear us too. If he wants to tell me something now, I don’t want to disrupt the illusion of privacy.
“I need you, Jules.”
Frowning, I tilt my head down at him. “I’m right here,” I say. “You have me.”
“No.” He shakes his head, arching up until the hard length of his erection presses between my legs. “I fuckingneedyou.”
Oh.My lips part, but he doesn’t give me a chance to reply. His mouth descends, covering mine as his tongue thrusts forward. His kiss is rough and violent, an edge of frantic energy that unnerves me.
“What about your—” I gently touch his side where the white bandage that Lex put on him still rests.
“It’s fine,” he insists.
Gio’s fingers grip the sleep shirt I’m wearing and he hikes it up, spreading my thighs to lower himself between them. Despite the fact that I’m wondering if now is such a good idea, the seat of my panties is soaked through. He runs a palm down my belly and then over the crotch before groaning into my mouth.
“Fuck, you’re already wet for me.” Panting, he lifts his lips away from mine before gripping either side of my underwear and yanking them down my thighs.
“Gio, wait, maybe we should—” My words are cut off by a gasp as the second my pussy is bare, Gio dives down and fastens his mouth to my core. I bite down on my lower lip so hard that Ican practically taste the blood on the other side of my flesh. His tongue is hot and determined as he licks a path up the center of me before delving inside.
He laps at my pussy, driving me further and further away from logic as pleasure swamps my mind. His rich brown eyes stare up at me from between my legs as he lifts one over his shoulder. Up and down, his tongue flicks my sensitive clit, teasing it out of its hood so that he can latch onto it and suck it.
My back bows and my hands snap down to his head. This time, there’s nothing stroking or gentle about my hands in his hair. I grip him tight, legs trembling as I try to hold off the fastest impending orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Lips. Mouth. Tongue. Gio uses everything at his disposal and he doesn’t let up when he thinks he’s got you. I gasp for air, feeling dizzy as he sends me flying up the crescendo before I can stop myself. An orgasm racks through me in the next instant, spiraling through my nervous system and making me moan as a rush of wetness soaks the lower half of his face.
The descent is far slower than the rise to release. By the time Gio has licked his lips clean of me and pulled himself up the rest of my body to remove my shirt completely, I’m somewhat vaguely coherent again.
“Gio,” I try again, trying to catch my breath as he spreads my legs wider and slides the waistband of his sweats down. When his cock pops free, hard and angry-looking with a glistening pearl of fluid at the tip, I fucking give in with a groan. There’s no hope for me.
“Please, Prep Girl,” he murmurs, sliding the head of his dick along the soaked slit of my pussy. “I just want to forget about tonight and focus on something else. Something better—you.”
He doesn’t wait for me to give him verbal confirmation, but is already sliding the head of his thick cock into me before he finishes begging for my attention and consent. Another moanslides up my throat, unbidden, and my back arches as my muscles clench and release with the sensations he’s building in me again.
The piercing through the head of his dick bumps along my insides, shocking wave after wave of irresistible pleasure into my dazed and lust-drunk body. I reach up and clench my fingers in the dark, nearly liquid strands of his hair.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moans. “You’re so hot and tight and wet.”
His hips thrust gently at first, easing in and out, pushing farther into me with each gradual movement. I grit my teeth and bear it. He needs this, I tell myself. If giving in to him will ease his pain even a little, then I’m going to take it.
Gio lifts up and I open my eyes, not realizing that I’d closed them until he moved, and I peer up into his face. His gaze isn’t on me, though. It’s locked on the place between our bodies where his is excruciatingly slowly melding into mine. His gaze is a bit glassy as if I’m not the only one dazed by the height of emotion and the sensations of pleasure speeding through our blood.
He fucks into me with stronger movements, driving a grunt from my lips as I slide a bit up the bed and towards the headboard. Releasing his hair with one of my hands, I reach out and slap against the hard wood as he pulls back, dragging the hard length of his cock to nearly the edge of my cunt. Then, without reserve, he shoves himself back inside.
I cry out, unable to withhold the sound, and it seems to break something inside of him. Gio fucks into me with abandon from then on. His hips swinging with a sharp staccato rhythm as he thrusts into me again and again. I’m left with little other option than to hold on for dear life.
“Fuck…” he groans. “Such a tight pussy, Prep Girl. Squeezing the fucking shit out of my cock.” His lashes flicker as he glancesup at my face. I whimper at the pure, unadulterated need in his expression. “Come here,” he commands even as he reaches for me, lifting me up and turning until I’m propped atop him, my legs falling along either side of his own.
He looks up at me, reverent, hungry. My throat goes dry at that worshipful expression. Maybe we really shouldn’t be doing this. We’ve had sex before, yes. But never this vulnerable. Gio’s looking at me like I’m the sun to his world. I can’t be that for anyone, least of all them.
As if he senses the uncertainty in my mind, Gio reaches for me, cupping my cheeks. His hips keep lifting into me, thrusting the thick length of him into me as much as he can.
“Ride me.” The words are begging, unashamed. “Ride me, Jules. Make me forget…”
I grit my teeth once more. Damn him. My resistance is a broken thing around him. I’ve never been needed quite like this. Lifting my hips in time with his movements, I drag myself along the length of his shaft before dropping myself back down, taking him all the way to the hilt.
“Fuck!” I arch back, nails digging into his shoulders as his hands find my hips and help me to do it again.
My insides squeeze and milk him as I ride towards my second orgasm of the night. Shivers skate down my spine. “Gio…” I whisper his name, choking on air, and then a gasp escapes as a warm mouth latches on to one of my nipples.
