He set his phone on the nightstand, then came toward me, his big body enveloping mine, pulling me close, my back to his chest, cuddling with me like we’d just finished fucking. His shirt was so big that it slipped off my shoulder without effort, and when the skin was exposed, he dipped his head and kissed it.
Only four more days before I had to get back to reality, and I didn’t want to think about that.
Constantine woke me up in the most tantalizing way, his mouth sealed over my folds, sucking hard before his tongue swirled my clit and jerked me awake with a gasp. He cradled my legs with his arms and devoured me like I’d asked him to do this.
“Oh my god.” My voice came out like a croak, my throat dry and raspy from being dead asleep seconds ago. I was in a beautiful room at a famous hotel with the sexiest man in the world between my legs. It was hard to believe that my whole life had come crashing down just days ago.
He moved up my body underneath the sheets until he was over me, his arms still pinned behind my knees, tilting my hips even fartherto get the angle right. He guided himself inside me and sank quickly, my body soaked for him, and he moaned when he made his entrance.
I gripped his massive arms, and then my body started to jerk as he pounded into me hard enough to make the headboard tap against the wall since it wasn’t mounted to it. Dwarfed by his size and completely dominated, I just took the fat dick he gave me. “Oh god ... yes.”
His hand left one of my knees, then moved to my neck. He squeezed it, not hard, but enough to make me aware of his grasp. Aware of how big his hand was compared to my throat. That he could hurt me if he wanted to, but never would.
“Constantine ...” I’d never said a man’s name in bed with more enthusiasm. Never felt fuller with any other dick. All I had to do was lie there and watch this incredibly sexy man nail me like it was his honor to do so.
He squeezed me a little harder, his thumb swiping over my bottom lip, his hand so large it could cover my entire face. “Tell me you want my come, sweetheart.”
“I want it.” I obeyed immediately, digging my nails into him, letting him completely take me over. I had no power over my own body or my own life, and that didn’t bother me in the least, not with him. “Fuck, I want it.” I’d never been so turned on by a man’s seed. Enzo had been cheating on me, so I guess I could easily give Constantine something. And I didn’t know Constantine’s past, so he could easily give me something, but neither one of us seemed to give a damn about that. We wanted each other so much, to the exclusion of everything else. And that realization made me burn so white hot that I exploded around his dick without warning.
His hand left my neck and slid into my hair, and he thrust a little harder, a little deeper, making me wince because it was too much dick, but he continued like he knew I could handle it.
We gripped each other and moaned together as we both hit our highs, our bodies ramming each other because everything still wasn’t enough. He released inside me with a moan so deep and sexy, and I shed tears because it was just so damn good.
Was sex always like this for him? Because it wasn’t like this for me—ever.
We finished and he kissed me, kissed me with crushing force, his hand deep in my hair. Then he abruptly pulled away, pulled his semihard dick out of me, and walked into the bathroom like what we’d just shared hadn’t been explosive.
The shower came on, and I lay there, his come oozing out of me onto the sheets underneath. When I rolled onto my side toward the patio, I saw the sunlight coming through the closed curtains, knowing morning was already waiting for us. But exhausted from lying there and getting fucked like a whore, I closed my eyes and drifted off again.
I left my hotel and made my way to the sidewalk, where the black van waited for me. Constantine stood there in black swim trunks and a black T-shirt, talking on the phone with his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The driver had the back door open, and I helped myself inside so he could finish his conversation. I couldn’t make out anything he said because he faced the other way. I didn’t know if it was personal or work.
He finished up his conversation and took the seat beside me on the opposite side, leaving the middle open. But he absentmindedly reached over and placed his hand on my exposed thigh in my jean shorts as he looked out the window.
Every time he touched me, I felt higher than a cloud.
After a twenty-minute drive down the coast and the winding roads that hugged the cliff faces, we arrived at another hotel, Belmond Villa Sant’Andrea, to use their private beach club. We were dropped off at the top, and we walked down the pathway and then the stairs to the exclusive beach at the bottom.
The beach club was divided into two sections. On the left was a sea of loungers that couples used, and on the right was a section of private cabanas. That was where we headed, and when we approached one ofthe large cabanas that could easily accommodate twelve people, a group of guys was already inside.
Cheers exploded at the sight of him. “Con!” They all stood up and exchanged hand grabs, fist bumps, and hugs. They asked how much longer he was going to be in town, asked about one another’s families, caught up in a couple of seconds.
Then the guys all turned their attention to me, flicking their eyes back toward Constantine as they waited for an explanation.
I felt a bit out of place, spoiling a guy hangout.
His arm hooked around my waist, and he gave me a gentle tug into him. “Aurelia. Aurelia, these are the boys. Aldo, Francesco, and Gianni.”
I was a bit intimidated by these guys. They weren’t in Constantine’s league at all, but they were still good looking and muscular, and they looked at me a bit like they didn’t know what to make of me. “I can tell by your faces that Constantine didn’t tell you I was coming, so I’m sorry about that. But I promise, guy talk doesn’t bother me one bit. Pussies and tits ... I’m here for it.”
Aldo smirked when he heard what I said. Francesco released a chuckle. And Gianni exchanged a look with Constantine before he nudged him in the shoulder when he passed to grab the menu. “I’ll drink to that. Let’s get the rounds going.”
There was a rock fifty feet from the shore, stairs carved into the side, and the guys all swam out there, climbed to the top, and proceeded to dive, flip, and belly flop off the highest point like a group of kids.
I sat in the lounger with a drink and a full pizza all to myself, so I was just fine.
Whenever Constantine climbed to the top of the rock, he looked like Poseidon, god of the sea, his beautiful skin reflective from the drops of water that clung to his body. He ran his fingers through his short hairas he stood tall and proud, a sculpture that had come to life to enjoy a single lifetime.
I could stare at him forever.
