I had the same feeling about Gia the night she threatened to throat punch me if I hit on her. Her bold personality was refreshing, but I can’t lie and say her sneaking out on me wasn’t a blow to my ego. I thought I could let it go and accept that the one night was all I was going to get, but after spending these last few days with her, I have no doubt she has feelings for me too.
Losing Hannah taught me that you have to take chances in life because you never know what could happen. If I ask Gia out and she says no, then at least I’ll have a definitive answer.
I bound upstairs, my boots thunking on every step in my hurry to finally make my move. There’s no sound coming from her room, and I pause for a second, debating on waiting until morning to talk to her. I discard the option immediately. The girls will want to come home as soon as they’re done with breakfast, so we won’t have enough time to talk before I have to get them.
I knock softly, just in case she’s asleep. There’s nothing for a second, but then I hear my name. It’s oddly breathy, but I don’t think much of it until the door is open and I’m stopped in my tracks.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I curse. Gia’s cropped T-shirt is up over her gorgeous breasts, her nipples tight little buds I’m salivating over. Then my gaze drops to her hand, moving under her tiny sleep shorts in tantalizing circles. I’ve never hated a piece of clothing more.
Our gazes clash a second later. Gia pulls off her headphones and starts to move her hand out of her shorts.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” The words are gravel in my throat.
Gia freezes. Her eyes widen as they drop to where I’ve started rubbing my aching cock through my jeans.
She bites her lip as she slowly moves her hand back intoher shorts, gasping as those nimble fingers begin to move over her clit again.
“Were you thinking about me, Rainbow? Were you imagining it was my hands touching you?”
A whimper escapes her as she nods.
“Show me. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
“Only if you show me yours.”
There’s the fire I love. I pull at my belt buckle, the metal clanking in the silence of the room. I don’t miss that Gia’s hand has started to speed up. “Stop.”
Her eyes fly back up to mine at my demand.
“Don’t even think about coming without me.”
Gia smirks but nods her head.
I whip my shirt off, finish loosening my jeans, and then push them and my underwear down just far enough to pull out my cock. I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time, all because of a gorgeous woman I can’t figure out.
A shudder runs down my spine, landing in my balls as I wrap my fist around my length.
Gia licks her lips, her eyes glued to the way my hand moves. She still hasn’t removed her shorts despite the fact that she’s resumed playing with herself.
“Shorts, Rainbow.”
She follows my demand, shucking off the offending material and throwing it carelessly to the floor. Then she bends her knees, sliding her feet out far enough to show me just how turned on she is by this little scene.
“You’re fucking soaked. Does your little pussy need to be filled?”
“Oh, Jesus Christ. I forgot how dirty your mouth is.”
“And you love it.”
“In every single way.” Gia’s eye contact never falters as we both work ourselves up. The visual is almost more than I can handle. The urge to have her is too overwhelming to stop.
I let go of my cock and climb onto the bed. Gripping the back of Gia’s thighs, I spread her wide and dive in without preamble. Her slick honey taste fills every one of my senses, making me groan into her flesh.
“Oh, God,” Gia moans, her hands spearing into my hair. She lifts her hips, riding my face with abandon. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve experienced in a long time, and I grind down into her mattress to ease the ache in my cock.
I work her hard, using my tongue and fingers to send her soaring. Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes, soaking my face with her arousal.
I pull back just enough to grab my wallet from my jeans one-handed. I don’t let up on her clit with my fingers as she shakes, the stimulation becoming almost too much for her.
