Gio

"You're a virgin?!"

"Yeah, oops. Forgot to tell you." She laughs. "I didn't want you to treat me like a delicate flower, you know? I'm not the type to want rose petals on bed with Romeo and Juliet dialogue. I like being treated like a slut."

"Oh, God. Oh God, the bike ride. I, I—"

"Oh yes, the clit slapping and degrading? World class. First time ever I got touched down there."

"Then the couch? When I was on the phone—"

"With your best friend. Indeed you fingered a virgin while laughing with another man."

"Oh, God!" I cover my face. "But I found you—"

"With a dildo in a confessional, correct. I took my own virginity, because no man deserves the honor. And I do it in a church, because why wouldn't I worship my own temple?"

I scream into my hands.

When I lower them down, she's looking at me like something's wrong with me.

"Celia..." I step forward, then realize she's still naked and is perched on the altar table, having a conversation. "Jesus, hold on."

I pick up her clothes off the ground and hand them to her. She waits for me to turn so she can put them on, snapping at me for staring while she's getting dressed.

"Okay, you can turn." She announces, and I turn around tiredly.

There she is. The girl I love. In the middle of an altar she destroyed for a strip show.

She laughs shyly and looks away, then back at me, before running towards a window. "Oh, look! The rain has slowed down!"

"What?" I scowl, stepping behind her to look over her head. Okay, it's not pouring as hard.

That means we have to go to Oscar's...

"Not to be a total bitch..." Celia turns, pressing her back against the window. "But I'm so tired from all the crying. Do you think I could go home and not have to socialize?"

I laugh under my breath. "Sure. Okay. I'll tell him that we're too tired."

"Your'e coming too?" She asks incredulously.

"Obviously."

"Oh." She blushes again. "Okay. Cool."

I ride carefully on the wet roads, trying not to have any expectations from tonight. But with Celia, I never know what's going to happen.

The house is empty and dark when we go in. The food is in the fridge and the dishes in the washer. The space is cluttered. But it can wait until tomorrow. Celia takes our helmets and stores them in the hallway closet. I look at her petite form as she shrugs off her jacket and hangs it.

"Want me to hang yours too?" She turns to me and extends her arm.

I unzip the brown leather jacket she picked for me, smiling to myself. "Sure."

She rolls her eyes and hangs it, then puts her hands on her hips. "Now what?"

"What..."

"Are we going to do it?" She smirks cheekily.

I pace towards to her, laughing. "Do you want to do it?" Without giving her a chance to reply, I bend and pick her up. Wrap her legs around me and press her against the wall. "Hm?"

"Uh..." She gasps, a breathy and soft noise slips past her lips. She stares at me with glossy, hooded eyes and I lose my mind.

With a grunt, I kiss her lips. She moans and I push my hips. Her mouth opens with a shaky breath, and I move down her jawline. She squirms with a whiny mewl, and I squeeze my hand over her slender throat, massaging my thumb over her pounding pulse.

"What do you want, baby?" My voice is hoarse, parched for her. I lean our foreheads together.

"Hm?"

"What do you want?" I kiss her neck, under her ear, squeeze her thighs and groan. "Fuck, Celia, what do you want, baby? Tell me. Now."

"Unhg..." She squirms, her voice barely audible.

"What? What'd you say, baby girl? I didn't hear you."

"You." She whimpers, then throws her neck back when I grind against her. "I want you..."

"Are you on birth control?"

"No..." She looks at me, worry etching her face.

"I have condoms..." I study her reaction.

"No. No condoms."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want condoms. I want skin to skin contact. You know..." She bites her lip and tries to roll her hips against me. "A raw, animalistic connection. I don't want rubber, I want you."

"You've been reading too many dirty books." I laugh breathlessly. She's so fucking kinky.

"Please, says the guy who hired the girl reading them." She smirks, then gives me a head to toe glance. "I should ask you, are you even clean?"

"Yes," I deadpan, offended.

"How many sexual encounters have you had?"

"Not many." I narrow my eyes, amused at how she blushes. "Anything else I can answer for you?"

She shakes her head, and I set her down, taking a deep breath. "Alright. I'm going to take a shower. We'll talk after."

"Do you want some tea?" She asks behind me.

She's like a Sour Patch kid, I swear. "Sure." I smile a bit. "But do I get a slide of pecan pie with it too?"

Marilyn made them earlier and they smelled fucking amazing.

"Of course." She rolls her eyes, turning to the kitchen. "Marilyn only mentioned a million times that you must have one! Ohohoho, my sweet boy! Giovanni my baby! Bla bla bla..."

Poor Marilyn, roasted by her one and only grandchild.

I take a shower while thinking about what she said, what sort of things she might be into, wondering how much it'll hurt. I should probably buy some lube. I'm a lot bigger than her dildo.

I dry off and put on black briefs with gray sweats, skipping the shirt. Toss my hair back and put on deodorant. A bit of cologne. Flex in the mirror. You know, making sure I look good.

I feel good. Different. In fact, everything around me looks different. Everything's sharper. Clearer. More colorful. I even feel my skin buzz a little.

Two mugs wait on the dining table, steaming with black tea. Celia sets two plates of pecan pie with silver forks, then goes to take a shower too. I converse with Luna while she's gone.

"You think you could stay outside tonight? I mean, I know you come from the hood and I don't mean to throw you back out there, this is your home. But help a brother out tonight?"

Luna blinks at me like I'm stupid, then meows like she's calling for help.

"Fine, fine. Fancy tuna with a soft blanket. I'll tuck you in and everything. Deal?"

Celia swaggers in shortly after, wearing blue leggings and a white sweater. I was nibbling on my pie while waiting, and have burned my tongue two times already trying to drink tea. 

"Let's dig in." She sits down and... literally digs in, eating a forkful of pie.

I suppress my smirk and eat with her. At least she's in a better mood.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" She pats her face, eyes wide with fear. Her skin is so delicate, hazel eyes big with long lashes. She blinks at me nervously, and I chuckle.

"What are you laughing about..." She grumbles, looking down at her food.

"You're just so cute."

She snorts, covering her blushing neck. I can't stop staring at her.

"You could come all over me." She mumbles.

"What?"

"You know..." She looks up, shrugging. "Jizz on my tits. Or my ass. Up to you."

I laugh softly, palming my face. "Celia... don't you want to get on birth control?"

"No, I'm worried about the side effects. Pull out this time, and I'll get one of those IUD things."

"I don't know about that..."

"I said certified freak, seven days a week. Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak!" She raps, throwing her hand in the air.

I try to stay unamused, but fail. She giggles, getting even more animated.

"Look who's blushing now." She waves her fork at me.

"Shut up." I take another sip of my tea, burning my tongue again.

"You liked me calling you a good boy, huh?"

"No. I did not." I glare.

"Hmph, I don't know. You seemed pretty excited. You even cried all over me."

I stare at her, not moving. She goes on with a smug grin, shimmying in her seat.

"What'd you tell me? You'd make me cry? Oh, how the tables have turned. Gio the bitch, crying for bad girl Celia. I should give you a spanking."

"Really." My voice is husky as I smirk and push my chair back, getting up.

Her smile drops as she jumps to her feet, trying to escape. I lunge at her and she yelps. I throw my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. She bends over, trying to throw me out of balance. I laugh at how hard she tries and flip her upside down, dangling her head.

"Want to say that again?" I shake her side to side, no doubt making her lightheaded, but she just laughs her ass off the whole time.

Then twists her body up and drapes her arms over my neck. She smirks at my surprised reaction and kisses my lips, giving it a bratty bite. I chuckle and sway her a little, making her laugh again. She hugs me, pressing her face into my neck. I start carrying her to the bedroom.

"Wait. You didn't drink your tea." She pulls back, her expression turning timid.

"I know." I walk into my room and lower her on the bed.

I light the orange candle on the nightstand. The warm glow reflects in the pitch black room. It bounces on the closet mirror, on the side of the bed, and on the dresser's mirror in front of it.

"Finally, put to proper use." She glances at the candle, then back at me. She bites her lip, hugging her knees to her chest.

I don't mention her nervousness. I just wrap my arm around her waist and pull her up higher, laying her down on her back.

I prop one my elbow and kiss her for a moment, before pulling. I look at her.

"How do you want it, baby?"

"Um..." She squirms, squeezing my shoulder, then looks away. "Not too mean..."

Great. Not too mean. That's so helpful.

"Give me a second..." I slide off the bed. "I'm going to take Luna outside."

"Really? She'll never forgive you!" Why is she grinning about it?

"Don't worry, I got a plan."

I open Luna's overpriced tuna and wrap her in my blanket, then take her to the patio chair. I make sure she's snug and warm, apologize ten more times, then rush back.

I step into the room only to freeze when I see Celia on my bed. Already naked.

"Fuck."

I slowly come close, greedily raking my eyes over her soft, slender body. Curves so smooth, asking for my mouth and hands. I feel my breathing pick up just standing on the edge of the bed.

She laughs at my reaction, a finger between her lips. She has her knees bent and one arm over her stomach, covering herself. She stops moving and maybe even breathing when our eyes connect. 

I take off my sweats and briefs, then kneel on the sheets in front of her. I place my palms over her knees and gently part her legs, but she clenches. I look at her, and she hesitantly opens as I lower between her legs.

I don't rush her, just kiss. I cup her cheek and caress her silky thighs, paying attention to her neck. Fuck. Her reactions drive me insane. She sighs, curves off the bed, eyes closed as she lets me do whatever I want. I can't wait anymore, I lower between her thighs. Her heat seeps onto my lips with a subtle, sweet fragrance. My mouth waters. I lock my mouth on her, tongue brushing up her drenched, perfect slit.

She flinches, legs jerking off the mattress. Lifts her head and looks at me nervously, her stomach rising up and down with shallow breaths. I pause, keeping my mouth over her and waiting to see what she wants. She pouts and rolls her hips just barely, then whimpers in shame. Alright, then. I lick her up and push my palm on her thigh, making sure she behaves.

She goes insane, moaning loudly and thrashing. I groan with approval and pull her clit between my lips, hurting her a little. She yelps and tries to close her legs, but I force them to stay open. I release her clit with a pop and growl at how swollen it's already gotten.

Celia's eyes are watered as she stares at me, her nipples perky hard. Poor little thing, so embarrassed for being horny. I stroke my finger over her slit, smirking when she gasps from it.

"Tsk. See how wet you are for me, baby? Such a good, little pussy..." I watch her reaction as I lower my mouth back on her, swirling my tongue and sucking her in.

"Oh, God!" She lifts her hips and presses herself harder, riding my mouth. I push a finger inside her and barely do anything, and she comes undone, screaming.

I wipe my mouth and pull back, sitting against the headboard. I grip myself and look at her.

"Come here baby," I call softly and watch her stumble on all fours.

She glances at me nervously, but I don't say anything. I let her make the decision. What does she want? My breath hitches when she bends her arms and opens her mouth over my cock.

I exhale the air harshly, knitting my brows from how warm and wet her mouth is. How wide she has to stretch those pretty lips. How her hand can't even wrap around me fully. Yet she curves and clenches, making small noises as she struggles to take me in.

Her ass shows in the mirror in front of the bed and I groan, watching back and forth.

"Fuck, baby. Look at that body." I suck the air in through gritted teeth.

She looks over her shoulder, but doesn't react, just turns back to my cock. Now sucking with more confidence. I cup her breast to hear her moans. Brush her nipple, and she freezes, opening her eyes in fear. I stay gentle, and she whimpers, trying her best to focus.

"Do you want to get choked?" I ask, reminding her that she's safe.

She nods, eyes closed, but I don't move. I need to be sure. She opens her eyes and glances at my hand. I smile slowly. I grab her head with both hands and quicken the pace.

She takes it well, so I lower one hand back to her nipple. This time when she flinches, I keep her head down and force her to focus. She moans around my shaft, lips vibrating and making me groan. I pinch and twist her nipple, she moans harder and harder, unable to suck. So I fuck her mouth, and she takes it, like a good fucking girl.

I jerk my hips up and push her down, shoving against the back of her throat. She tries to gasp, but I block her access to air. So her chest heaves as she spasms, clawing my thighs in panic.

"What is it, baby? You wanted a big cock? There's your big cock." I push her head sideways, stretching my cock against her cheek. I brush my thumb over it, then wipe her tear. "Good girl, sucking so good, baby. So fucking good."

She whimpers then gasps for air as I pull her head back. Her spit stretches then breaks, falling on her chin. She wipes it away with the back of her hand, glaring at me like an angry kitten.

"Come here." I catch her underarms and pull her on my lap. "Was that too much?"

"No..." She grumbles, holding onto the headboard.

"Fuck, baby, you look so good..." I get distracted, holding her hips. I rake my eyes over her tight stomach, her tits in front of my face, before settling on her wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

~ A/N ~
*laughs nervously*
Ya'll, is this too much? Asking for real in case I need to add more warnings for this book xD