Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) (16 page)

He removed it from my mouth, bringing it to his lips to kiss every finger on my hand. His eyes never moved from mine. Heat prickled my skin. A thrill of possession fluttered in my belly. My eyes went to his devastating lips. His eyes darkened, but they held emotion. Emotion, maybe he wasn’t ready to share. He frowned. Sigh. I was a walking, talking wreck of emotion.

A satisfied glint glistened in his eyes. He nodded. Then, swift and hard, he took my mouth. His tongue was velvety goodness. His strokes were sure and firm. My world halted on its axis.

“Does this feel real enough for you, Beauty? I’m no illusion. And the only perception is going to be you on your back with me deeply seated in that sweet cunt, showing you all the ways this isn’t a dream. I am your fucking reality.” He grabbed my hand, placing it to his lips and then to his heart. “Again, I will tell you…I am your real, as in reality. And you are mine…”

I came to learn the name of our yacht, was the Don Juan II. It was a beautiful mix of modern elegance with a splash of traditional. Teak and copper accruements adorned the yacht’s indoor/outdoor fixtures. Hardwood ran throughout, giving it that old money feel. The captain came to the deck to introduce himself. Abel greeted him and thanked him for his provisions.

“This is my beauty,” he announced.

“Mademoiselle,” the captain answered in French.

“Merci.” I curtsied.

Abel smiled brightly. The cleft in his chin beckoned to be licked.

The crew went about their business after introductions. They were courteous. Then again, with his money, why wouldn’t they be? God only knew what he paid for that private affair. I leaned over the balcony, amazed at the view of the Eiffel Tower looming before me.

My Sir’s arms wrapped around me, crooning a song I loved. He whispered something French in my ear. I didn’t know what he said, nor did I care. His French sounding tongue had me hot as shit.

“A little louder, baby…” I asked, laughing. I just wanted him to repeat what he said as he seduced me with his word-porn.

“Je veux vas te faire encule sous les étoiles.” He nipped my ear.

I snuggled closer. I couldn’t get close enough. “Again,” I pleaded, smiling to myself. I may have sounded like an idiot. However, I didn’t give a damn.

“Don’t you want to know what I said?” he asked, placing small kisses to the side of my neck that was exposed to him.

“Umm, nope. I’m good. Whatever you said, the answer is yes, yes, and yes.” We both laughed. “I’m kidding.” I really wasn’t. But he was being so romantic I wanted to encourage him. This tatted titan was an openly romantic dude. After all, he was a rock god. I wanted to hang on to that moment for as long as possible. “What did you say?” I wanted him to tell me.

His smirk was mischievous. “I want to fuck you under the stars,” he explained.

Gah! Desire flared back to life. I fought the urge to rip my own clothes off, begging to ride his face. He would take what he wanted. I was learning to be the best sub for my Sir because of my desire to be
his
submissive. I understood his wants, needs, and preferences. He would lead and I would follow.

I waited. I knew it was coming—his request. My heart hammered in my chest, begging to be set free.

“Cloths off.” His tone was severe. There was no kindness in his words. It was about need. And I felt his need hard and long against my backside.

I shivered. Not from being cold but from his words—his demands. Something shifted inside of him. I turned to him, meeting his eyes. They were no longer soft with romance. He stepped back, loosening his hold around my waist. I looked around to see if there was anyone on the deck, anyone looking out of the cabin window. One breath in. One long breath out.

“Yes, Sir.” I unbuttoned the front of my dress, letting it drop to my feet. Since he insisted on no bra…I moved my hands to my thong, readying to take them off.

“Leave them on. The shoes, too.”

It was a request I wasn’t prepared for. He usually liked me without panties, but I didn’t question it. And so I waited for his next request. My nipples peppered. Tiny fires licked my skin. He walked to the couch a few steps away. Before sitting, he popped the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper, leaving his pants up.

“On your knees, Gia.” He cleared his throat. I knew from experience he was barely holding it together. He was anything but relaxed. He shoulders were stiff. His stance was commanding.

I walked over. My eyes down until I was in front of him.

“On your knees, Beauty.” His voice held an edge to it.

I dropped to my knees slowly. I knew it was all about form with him. My execution had to be perfect and pleasing. I couldn’t help but look up as his cock poked out of the top of his pants. He never wore boxer-briefs. He always went commando. A whimper escaped me. I couldn’t help it. I was shaking. He sat on the couch before me.

“Now take my cock out of my pants.” There was no endearment in his tone.

I leaned forward, trying to shrug his pants down with my hands. He lifted to make it easier, but not much. The bead of pre-cum dotted the tip of the dragon’s mouth. His Prince Albert sparkled under the moonlight. His cock was a beacon for my sudden watering mouth. My hand reached to grab his cock, paying attention not to scrape the sides against the teeth of the zipper.

“Don’t worry about the zipper, Beauty. My cock is pierced. Does it look like pain bothers me?” His voice was gruff with desire. Hmm, I guess he wouldn’t care about pain. I looked up at his face; his nostrils were flaring. Fuck. “Squeeze my cock tight and get that pretty little mouth on it.”

His words might as well have been speaking directly to my clit. I fought the clench as much as possible. However, it was futile. My pussy muscles instinctually retracted, searching for something to grip on to.

I started to stroke him, firmly squeezing as I went up and down. My tongue met the dragon’s mouth where his pre-cum beaconed to be licked. I dipped my tongue deep into the hole. His hole was bigger than the average guy because of his Prince Albert. It pierced right through his hole and out the side. I worked the ring, tugging it lightly with my teeth.

“Jesus, fuck, woman,” he growled. I knew by his filthy words and his hip movements that he was enjoying himself. His hands moved to my hair, threading his fingers clear down to my scalp as he pushed my head down onto his cock. He couldn’t help himself. The urge to pump into my mouth was riding him hard.

A trickle of wetness dripped down my leg. Fuck, I needed to rub my clit on something. The edge of the couch was not at the proper angle. I’d have to wait. Patience was never my virtue, but my Sir prided himself in teaching me about all the good things that awaited me if I were a good girl. God, he tasted so fucking good. I caressed the head of his cock as I hollowed my cheeks, providing a nice suction. I could feel his growl lowly vibrating through his body so I took him deeper, gagging and allowing my spit to drip down his gorgeous cock. I needed a lot of saliva to work past his Jacob’s ladder. My tongue feathered each one of his rings coming up as I twisted my wrist to the right. I started to pull him out of my mouth and take him down again hard, hitting the back of my throat. My eyes were watering like a bitch. The colors of his cock started to blur. His cock was a kaleidoscope of sin. I’d sin for this man any day. My pussy was throbbing in rhythm with my heart.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You love my cock, don’t you, Beauty?” he roared, digging his nails into my scalp. Was that a question to be answered?

I hummed my appreciation. Fuck, yes, I loved his tasty cock. His cock hardened further in my hand. I was holding a fucking cannon ready to blow in my mouth. I knew it was coming. I tried to concentrate on my breathing. In and out from my nose while sucking him deep into the back of my throat.

“Louder, Beauty…I want to hear those fucking sinful, wet sounds as you’re working me.” His gravelly voice stoked the fires in my belly.

I was going to come. It wasn’t a question of if…it was a matter of when. I choked his cock harder, twisting my hand in both directions. Right…left…up…down…suck…gag…spit. Without warning, his warm release hit the back of my throat as he screamed my name…Gia. I was quick to swallow it all greedily before gagging again. And then I came, too.

My release didn’t come with a scream. I was trapped in silence. My eyes closed tightly as I waited for my world to stop spinning. With violent shudders and quaking tremors, I squeezed my thighs impossibly tighter, waiting for it to abate. His cock was still in my mouth as I looked up to a wide-eyed, smirking Abel Gunner. I released his cock with a pop. I smiled and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of me. My stomach just bottomed out. Come here.” He grabbed me under my arms, pulling me into his lap. His eyes and hands were appreciating my legs that were extended across the couch. His callused hand traced my legs up to my thighs and down again as his other hand held the small of my back firmly.

I wanted more.
Touch me there
. I wanted to scream.
Give me your fingers
. I didn’t say those things, of course. I waited. I knew his touch was for both him and me. He was stimulating my senses with his practiced hand. His index finger traced a line clear up to my nipple. He pinched hard and pulled it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

“Ahhh.” I arched. I felt so empty. I threw my head back, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Who’s got a greedy cunt?” His voice was deathly low. Now, that question, I’d answer.

“I do!” I answered too quickly.

He stood us up and gently placed me so that I was laying on the couch. He shucked off his pants, removing the shirt in one overhead grab. His cock was eye-level. How this man was rock hard again only spoke to how viral he was. It bobbed up and down as he kicked his shoes and pants off.

“Open those fucking legs and let me see that greedy fucking cunt.” His eyes were smoldering. He wasn’t asking. He was taking.

I opened for him, pulling my knees to my chest nice and wide. His eyes never left mine. They immobilized me.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I love this pussy?” He pinched my pussy lips through my panties.

“Ahhh!” I screamed.

The devil actually smiled. Of course, he did. He liked showing me through pain that there was pleasure.

“I’m not going to go easy. I’m going to take you fuck hard. Your job is to keep those legs nice and wide for me.”

I nodded. I had to fight the urge to wrap my legs around his waist. Another lesson in discipline.

He leaned one hand on the inside of my thigh, reaching up to pluck my nipple again. It peaked rock hard. “Lovely, how reactive your nipples are to me.” His words were mumbled more to himself than to me.

My eyes began rolling back in my head. I couldn’t take any more. He slipped his finger inside of my panties, pulling them all the way to the side to expose my pussy to him.

“Fuck me. Look how swollen you are for me, Beauty.” He rocked his hips into the air. A predatory smile steeled his lips. Oh fuck.

Just then, an explosion sounded, or was that thunder? I looked up at the sky as it opened on us with a strike of lightening. He never flinched. He didn’t give a fuck. I trusted him to always take care of me without question. He looked even more like a titan warrior with a day’s worth of scruff. The edges of his jawline became more pronounced between the bolts of lightning. His eyes flared with possessiveness as his long fingers teased the inside of my thigh. Beyond love is what I felt for this man. I couldn’t find a single word to describe it. I just knew it was beyond.

The sky opened. Rain chilled my heated skin; it was a welcome sensation. “Please,” I shamelessly begged, whimpering.

His cock twitched, bobbing up and down. He gripped his cock, lowering it to nudge my lips apart. With the head, he spread my juices up and down my seam. I opened my mouth to let the raindrops coat my tongue. Fuck, I was thirsty. However, it wasn’t for a beverage. I needed his cock in me.

As he lowered his weight into me, it wasn’t slow. I fought for breath. However, it was the best feeling in the world. To have all his weight upon me. His forearms were settled on either side of my head, and his face was above mine. He rolled his neck to the side, cracking it twice. With a groan, he plunged to the hilt with a slap of his balls against my ass. My pussy locked on to his cock, securing it in place. His pace was fast and furious. His lips sucked the column of my neck. His wet hair tickled my skin. He filled me so completely; it was a feeling like no other. I trembled beneath him, already about to orgasm. With a few rotations of his hips, his rings hit
that s
pot so sweetly.

“You are an addiction. My fucking addiction.” His statement was honest and raw.

My orgasm hit me hard, crippling me. I pulled my knees further back with all my might as I rose up to meet his thrust. Fuck. I needed more.

“Whose cock’s inside of you, Beauty?” His rumble sent another warning shot through me. We were sliding against each other, both from sweat and rain that was coming down hard.

“My master’s cock,” I screamed back and then bit his shoulder, no longer able to silence my passion. He’d wear my mark—proudly. I turned to my left just catching a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. A truly magical moment I soon wouldn’t forget. His warmth bloomed throughout me, signaling his orgasm as he rode it out hard. Pump after pump, he filled me with his passion, his come, and his possession.