3.00 - Time's up

Andrian had led Giuseppe back downstairs after the two could barely handle any more ramming and thrusting. She was surprised when he helped her in the kitchen, pulling left over pizza out the fridge.

"You must like pizza a lot?" Giuseppe whistled, opening the little under half the pizza left. "How do you like them?"

"I actually prefer it cold, but do you want me to heat it up in the microwave for you?" She asked, her hair left in a frizzled mess. She pulled on a pair of sweat pants and his shirt, buttoned up and all. He had offered it to her, afterall. The both were completely frazzled at how quickly they feel into each other.

Andrian wondered if he had just a little too much wine. But the way his eyes roamed her, hand falling to the small of her back, doing anything to touch her. Sam had never made her feel this special. This is what she wanted. What she liked. What she needed.

No official titles, but the same responsibilities.

Looking at Giuseppe, upper body exposed, he didn't fit into a boyfriend category. She didn't feel it would be right to call him that. He was a free spirit. Andrian doubted he would be able to live up to his empty promise of only have sex with you. It was too easy. The longer she racked her brain trying to find the loopholes he could have laid down for himself, she found none.

She wouldn't be mad if he did break his promise. He had no reason to be loyal. He had given her his friendship and his time. She had enjoyed it enough to make her toes curl, but she wouldn't put a leash on someone who didn't want it. She can't change him. She knows who he is, she wasn't pretentious enough to think he'd change all that for her.

The compliment that he was in her house, for the second time, was more validation then she ever thought of getting. She had no idea how she could make anyone so dick whipped, so Sparkles called it. Although, she might rephrase it to clit whipped, or pussy whipped. Anything that fit the bill.

"Come here," Giuseppe beckoned, turning to face her in a pair of sweat pants he borrowed from her. She was currently washing the cum out of his formal pants. They had a long, slow kiss, while he sat her on top of the washing machine. Hands wandering, massaging, grabbing.

Padding over to Giuseppe, she smiled as he gently pinned her to the kitchen counter. Pressing his mouth to hers, his hoisted her onto the counter. The pizza box was pushed to the side while Giuseppe leant into her.

Pulling away, she muttered against him, a smile on her face. "You taste like pizza," she said. Giuseppe laughed, lifting her shirt up to kiss along her rib cage. Tightening her legs around his wasit, she hummed, running a hand through his long hair. The thick strands were soft beneath her palms, glossing through her hands.

"You taste amazing," he mumbled against her skin, biting gently at her under breast. "You sure you don't like when I suck - " her hips bucked, as his tongue swirled along her nipple. "You feeling this?"

"Shut up asshole," she muttered, smiling as she brought her shirt back down.

"Whatever you say, il tesoro," he muttered, italian accent thicker than usual. Andrian blinked, throwing her hair over her shoulder while he stared smugly up at her.

"Il tesoro?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. "Is that cumrag in italian?"

"No," he laughed, helping her down from the counter. "In English it can mean; honey," a kiss to her ear. "Darling, dear," a kiss to her cheek. "Treasurse," a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Pet." A kiss to her lips. No tongue, no teeth. "You're my il tesoro."

"I like the way you say it," she whispered once he pulled away. Her heart was hammering, her lips meeting his again. His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass, squeezing and kneading like she was play dough. She moaned, enjoying how her core warmes once again. Sloppily, they kissed each other with such a gentle passion, she was mindblown.

She knew it was one am, but neither of them were near exhausted after their quick nap between sex. With that factor in mind, they were both surprised when Andrians phone stared ringing.

Pulling away, Andrian stared at it with furrowed brows. "Answer away, sexy, don't take too long... Or I'll eat all the pizza!" Giuseppe snatched the box and raced into the lounge room, where they had set up a movie. She watched him for a moment. Shirtless, splayed on her couch, eating cold pizza. Lord, a little voice in her head screamed at her to suck his dick. A beautiful man like this deserved to be pleasured until the day he died.

Snapping out of it, Andrian picked up the phone.

"We thought now would be the perfect time to call you!" Sparkles voice seemed to shout through the phone. Flinching, Andrian spared Giuseppe a glance, he grinned at her, flexing his abdomen, his abs tightening. Smiling, she raked her eyes over him.

"Sooooooo, how'd it go?" Angie asked, in a sing-song voice.

"I am a little busy right now," She said, Giuseppe winking. "Can I call you later?"

"Did the date flop?" Mickey asked.

"Don't shit on our parade, Mick," Angie whinned. "But did it?"

"Uh... The date went alright," Andrian said, Giuseppe pushing up from the couch. "My red dress was really pretty and stuff... Don't snicker at me Sparkles. That reminds me, I met this lady who had a really sparkly dress and you would have flipped your shit to have..."

"She got it from Brilla Boughton," Giuseppe called loosening the waistband of his sweat pants.

"Is that... Giuseppe?" Angie asked, the other girls silent in surprise. "Are you still with Giuseppe?"

"Yes," Andrian said, biting her lip. Giuseppe seemed to understand, his eyebrows wriggling. He padded back over to her, leaning over the counter. Pressing his lips to hers, he let their lips smack loudly, keeping their lips together enough for the others on the phone to know what was happening.

"Are you...?" Sparkles voice was heard on deaf ears. Andrian nearly dropped her phone before Giuseppe took it from her.

"Hello girls," Giuseppe said, grinning as he tried to get away from Andrians out stretched arms.

"Giuseppe," she mocked sternly, padding around the counter trying to stop him.

"Oh, little Andy is very sore right now," he mocked, talking with the others while Andrian chased him. "Yeah, I promise to fuck the tits off her."

"Giuseppe," she said in a warning tone, cheeks flaming red. Tucking the long sleeves over her face, she stared up at him, eyelashes fluttering. Giuseppe stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her.

"Sorry, I got to go, she's batting her eyelashes again," he said, taking the phone away from his ear and passing the phone back. Satisfied, Andrian held the phone to her ear, still not hearing whatever the other girld were saying as Giuseppe swept her up in his arms.

"Talk to you later," Andrian said before hanging up.