"Then I guess I love you back."
My forehead rests against his. I feel his smile on my lips. I glance around. We're still tucked between two food stalls, behind a half-hanging curtain of forgotten photo booth fabric. The lights from the rides flicker in the distance, but here? It's shadow. It's just us.
"About those seven blowjobs…" I smile into his mouth. "Maybe we make them six?" I whisper.
His eyes widen. He stares at me like I'm crazy. "Here?" he says, the tip of his tongue running over the inside of his cheek. His eyes dart around, scanning the alley. "Now?"
I nod, almost innocently, brushing my lips across his. "Why not?" I murmur against his mouth. His hands grip my sides. "Fuck, if someone sees—"
"They won't." I smile against his jaw. "I'll be fast."
I kiss his neck. "Please?" He takes a deep breath. I watch the war behind his eyes.
Logic, lust, fear, thrill. It lasts maybe two seconds. Then he lets out a sharp breath, and grabs my face.
"You're fucking dangerous, Ravioli."
"Mm," I hum. "That makes two of us."
He looks at me for one more beat, then slides his hand into my hair. And pushes me down. My knees hit the ground before my thoughts catch up.
I glance up. He's staring down at me. He's already hard. He rests his hand on the back of my neck and his thumb is brushing against my skin. "You better not stop."
I smirk. Adjusting my glasses. "I won't." The ground is rough beneath me. But I don't care. I'm already undoing his belt.
Adrenaline is making everything sharper. The fact that we could get caught atanysecond. I pull him out and I don't waste a second. I take him into my mouth. Deep. Pretty much like I've been starving for it. He moans and throws his head back. His hand finds my hair immediately and grips it, not gentle at all.
I breathe through my nose, focus on the heat of him. I love this. Fuck. Seeing him hard, makesmehard. His hand hits the back of my head. And then both of them are there, gripping my hair.
Gag reflex? Fucking gone. Buried somewhere between my pride and the last ounce of shame I had before I crawled onto this floor. He tilts my head back, slowly at first, then rougher.
Back. Forth. Back. Forth. "Fuck, Rava," he hisses. "You're gonna get us fucking arrested."
I glance up. Just enough for our eyes to lock. My glasses are foggy. But I don't stop. I go even deeper. He bites down on his fist to muffle a sound, and I take that as a win. His thighs tighten. His other hand slams against the wall above us, holding him steady.
The alley is too quiet. Every soft suck and every gasp, feels dangerously loud. I work faster. My hand wraps around the base of him. My lips ache, but hell, I don't slow down.
He starts whispering my name. "Rava fuck—whatever you're doing don't stop—" He tenses. One long, shuddering breath, then he cums. All in my throat.
I swallow it all, while my hands are still gripping his hips to hold him steady while he twitches and gasps above me. His hand is still in my hair, tighter now.
I stay there a moment longer, breathing hard. My jaw is sore. I slowly pull back. My lips are wet. I stand. He looks wrecked. His mouth is parted. He looks like someone who just narrowly escaped death and found heaven instead.
"Told you I'd be quick," I murmur, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He doesn't speak. Just stares at me like he wants to drop tohisknees now. Then he surges forward and grabs me.
His hand on my throat. The other tangled in my shirt. And kisses me, completely breathless. Just the kind that I like. The kind that saysyou're mine.
I moan into his mouth. Wish I could frame this moment. We step back into the lights. Back into the noise and the chaos.
My knees are red. My throat is dry. Do I regret it? Hell no.
I wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb. Quickly. Then reach out and grab Gio's bicep like I didn't just try to blow him into another dimension behind a curtain.
His arm's warm. He leads. "Follow me," he says. "Where are we going?" I ask, narrowing my eyes as I try to act chill, casual, my knees still recovering from what I just did. He doesn't answer. He stops mid-step, pulls out his phone, types something fast.
I raise an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He glances up. Smirks. "Okay. Come here." I follow. We turn the corner.
No. NO.
