VALENTINA

"Worship me, make you believe I'm what you need. So beg, darlin'. Baby, don't lie. It's okay that you crave me. Your eyes on my body, you're shaking."

. . .

My arm is wrapped around a pillow, hugging it to my chest, while a hot body is pressed up behind me and an arm is slung over me.

That and a hard cock is nudged against my ass.

Blinking my sleepy eyes open, I take in the sunlight streaming into the room and look behind me, seeing Alessandro's sleeping body behind me.

Turning around in his arms, I hook my leg through his and vaguely realize our naked bodies are sticking together and his erection is pressed against my stomach.

Laying my head on his chest, I close my eyes and doze off again.

When I wake back up, I'm still lying on top of him. His hand is running up and down my naked spine. Lifting my head from his chest, I turn my eyes toward his and see he's sleepily looking down at me.

"Good morning," he hums, and his hand skims up to my hair and starts playing with my strands.

"Morning," I bring out, still not being able to wrap my head around the fact that we fucked. And that it felt fucking amazing.

He leans down, kisses my temple, and moves down to my cheek. "How'd you sleep?" he asks, continuing to press kisses on my face. I melt against him and sigh, enjoying the feeling.

"Good," I answer. "Very good."

He lets go of my hair and runs his fingers down my back, to my ass where he grips my ass-cheek and kneads it.

"So did I," he smirks and moves down to press gentle kisses on my neck.

A sound escapes the back of my throat and I lay my head on the pillow, tilting my head back to give him more room.

"Are you sore?" he asks, his hand gripping my thigh as he spreads it.

"I can certainly still feel you," I admit. "But I'm not that sore. It's okay."

"Can you take me again?" he asks, and it's now that I notice his hard cock dragging against my side, over my thigh. "I'm going crazy."

I nod and shiver when his fingers brush over my wet pussy.

"Valentina," he breathes out and rubs his thumb over my clit while two fingers find my entrance and push inside.

A ragged breath leaves me, and my body immediately responds to his touch. He drags his fingers in and out of me, his thumb drawing circles around my clit and pressing down.

"I dreamt about you," he murmurs against my jaw, fluttering his lips over my skin until his lips hover over mine. "And now I'm dying to fuck you again."

His lips come down on mine, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip and taking it into his mouth. My back arches and at the same time his fingers pick up the pace, curling inside me.

I kiss him back, moaning and gasping at his fingers moving inside of me.

The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me enters my ears, adding to my pleasure.

He works his way between my legs, pulling his fingers out.

He sits back between my legs, holding my thighs open. His eyes are focused on my pussy and on the way his tip is dragging over my slit, leaving a trail of precum.

He nudges my lips open and slides up to my clit, teasing me by pressing against it.

I move my hips, trying to chase him.

"Fuck me," I breathe, desperate to have him inside me.

He smirks and takes my leg, putting it up against his shoulder. He slides his cock down and presses against my entrance, but doesn't push in.

"Beg some more."

"Alessandro!" I groan, frustrated. A gasp leaves me when he enters his tip, his hips jutting forward and then back in short thrusts.

A breathless moan leaves me. "F-Fuck you," I moan, but he doesn't budge and keeps on edging me.

His abs flex with each thrust, and then he pulls his cock out and drags it back up my slit.

"I can be patient," he hums, keeping it up until I eventually break.

"Please," I bring out. "Fuck me. I'm going crazy."

He slides inside me, still holding my leg on his shoulder, and starts to fuck me.

His other hand is gripping my hip, pulling my body down on his cock. He gazes down at me, and then at my breasts that move with each thrust.

He moans and goes faster. I feel every vein of his cock slide against my walls, his tip rubbing against all the good spots.

The hand that is holding onto my waist slides up to grip my breast, kneading it. My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I hold onto his hand, arching my back and pushing my breast more into his hold.

His thumb rubs over my nipple, flicking it. Then, his hand moves up and wraps around my throat.

I moan when he squeezes the sides, partly cutting off my air supply while ruthlessly pounding into me.

His fingers are digging into my throat, gripping it tightly while fucking me harder and harder.

"Alessandro," I whimper, my eyes rolling back. I bear down on his cock, trying to match his pace and rhythm.

"You feel so good, baby," he groans. "Squeezing the life out of my cock. Fuck."

His hand that is holding my leg, pushes it down until it's nearly touching my shoulder. His hips slam against mine, his cock driving deeper than before.

At the constant rubbing of his head against my sensitive spot, waves of uncontrollable pleasure crash over me.

Before I know it, a mini orgasm rolls through my body, my legs trembling at the overwhelming feeling. A layer of sweat is covering my body already, and shivers are running up my spine.

Alessandro doesn't stop and instead pulls out.

"What are you doing...?" I trail off, and squeal when he flips me around.

"On your knees," he orders, and my body immediately does as he says. Gripping my hips, he enters me again and starts to fuck me from behind.

At the pleasure, my body falls forward and I put my hands on the headboard.

When I look over my shoulder, I see his head thrown back and the veins in his neck popping out.

His lips are parted and his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down.

"Fuck," he moans, moving his cock in and out of me whilst also pulling my hips down onto his in frantic movements.

"Valentina," he groans, his hard thrusts shaking my body.

My fingers are digging into the wood of my headboard, holding on for dear life.

By the force of his pounding, the bed moves and my headboard starts to bang against the wall, my bed creaking beneath us.

Slumping forward, I arch my back and push my ass against his pelvis, our skin slapping against one another.

His hand lands on my lower back, pushing me down while the other is kneading my ass.

"I'm going to come again," I whimper and bury my head into the pillow.

His hand leaves my ass and then comes down harshly on top of it.

A loud gasp leaves me and I push myself back up, embarrassingly turned out by what he just did.

The pain courses through me, and I look back over my shoulder at him.

"What?" he asks, nearly panting, and raises a brow. He raises his hand and does it again, the crack of his hand slapping my ass resounding through the room.

A moan slips between my lips, and he smirks.

His hand slides up my spine, to my neck, and then around my throat. He pulls me back up, so my back is flush against his chest. His hand is holding onto my throat tightly, and his other one moves down my stomach and then between my legs.

"You're so fucking sexy," he murmurs, circling my clit and then moving down.

He moans into my ear and lets me hear his noises with each thrust and squeeze of my pussy around his cock.

"Take it, baby," he hums, going faster. "And let me fill you up with my cum."

His hand between my legs moves down, to where he's sliding inside of me. We both shudder when his fingers start caressing my lower lips, feeling his cock pound inside my pussy.

He starts to go faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder and harder.

His fingers go to play with my clit, flicking it back and forth and then rubbing against it.

"Feels so good," I moan, closing my eyes. Moans leave my lips, along with his name, and I can feel the second orgasm creeping up on me.

"It does," he agrees and pushes my body back down on the mattress. Hovering behind me, he plants both his hands next to my head and fucks my body into the sheets, his hips coming down against my ass.

His thrusts get sloppier and faster, faltering and then he comes inside of me.

His orgasm triggers my own, and I clench around him when I come, slumped against my bed and letting out cries of pleasure.

"Valentina," he moans, his cock shooting off his cum inside of me and then he falls on top of me.

When we've both caught our breath, he pushes himself off of me and lies on his back on my bed, his hand reaching out to touch me and pull me closer.

"You're stunning," he sighs, eyes looking down at me.

"You sure know how to work that dick," I grin and let my chin rest on his chest.

He smiles. "You'd know, huh?"

"I mean... yeah. Our first time was incredible."

"I still can't believe we fucked before," he whispers.

It feels good finally getting that off my chest after a year of carrying that secret on my own.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

I shrug. "I don't know. I didn't want to. It was mortifying, knowing I'd slept with the guy I hated the most."

He quirks a brow. "Hated, huh?"

"Shut up. Would you have told me?"

I meant it as a rhetorical question, but he's thinking it over.

"I don't know," he says. "I might've, actually."

I keep quiet.

"I was thinking of telling you. But then you got together again with Amber, and that pissed me off."

"I understand," he says, with a look of regret in his eyes. "I hate myself for getting back with her. Every time, again and again."

"That cycle must've been exhausting."

"It was. But I... I don't like being alone," he says, and that breaks my heart for him.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," I whisper. "You're never alone, you know that, right?"

"It feels like I am, sometimes."

I don't know entirely what makes him feel this way. I know he struggles with his dyslexia, and Dante has mentioned how Alessandro always closes himself off from the family.

But I don't want to press him to talk about it.

"I'll always be here for you," I tell him, and I mean it.

Maybe it's a little too soon to be saying things like that, but I've always understood him and been in tune with his feelings. If someone needs to be there for him, I'll gladly be the one.

Aside from Dante. Those two need each other, even though they don't acknowledge it.

He looks down at me, our eyes locked. His fingers bury themselves in my strands, gently massaging my scalp.

"I know," he whispers.

My phone pings, distracting us both, and when I look at the notifications, I see I missed a message early this morning from Violet, saying she's coming home today.

And another one from Dante, reminding me of our hangout and our movie night.

"Your brother is coming," I chuckle.

"Is there ever a day you don't spend together?"

"There sure is," I grin. "When I'm with you."

A dimple pops up on his cheek. "I'm going to spend a lot more time with you, then."

"I won't object," I shrug, grinning back at him.

Realizing we need to get up, Alessandro gets out of my bed and takes his clothes, putting them on.

Instead of putting his shirt on, he just gets his sweater and pulls it over his head. Then, he walks over to me with his shirt in his hands, waiting.

"What?" I ask, and he raises a brow.

"I want you to wear this."

My eyes fall to his shirt, and my cheeks tint pink. "O-Okay," I bring out and let the sheets pool around my waist, lifting my arms.

He slides his shirt on me, and his scent surrounds me instantly.

Getting off my bed, I pull on the shorts that I was wearing yesterday.

Alessandro eyes me in his clothes and lets out a groan. "Tell my twin brother to stop being so clingy," he sighs, pulling me into him.

I smile. "So you can be clingy instead?"

"Exactly."

"Dante isn't that clingy," I say when I pull back, looking up at him. "We just spend a lot of time together because that's what we're used to."

"Well, get used to me," Alessandro smirks and leans down, pressing his lips to mine.

"That doesn't sound so bad," I murmur. It takes a lot of strength to step away because I don't want him to leave.

I open the door to my bedroom and walk over to the living room, only to stop in my tracks when I spot Violet sitting on the couch, arms crossed.

When she sees me, she stands up, a look of disbelief on her face.

"Either you were watching some loud ass porn, or there was live porn going on in your room. Because there's no way my best friend just got railed and I didn't even know she's been getting dick."

My lips part in shock, panic taking over briefly. I want to turn around and run back to my room to tell Alessandro to not appear, but it's too late.

I feel a presence behind me, and the disbelief on Violet's face grows, her jaw nearly hanging on the floor.

"She's been getting dick," Alessandro tells her. "From me."

Violet raises a pointed finger at me, then at Alessandro, then back at me.

"I... What..." she gasps and shakes her head. "You know, I always thought something was going to happen. But now it has, and I can't believe it."

Seeing that Violet is in shock and is still trying to grasp what is happening, I look at Alessandro.

"Maybe you should go," I whisper, and he nods. He cups my cheek and rubs his thumb back and forth, before pulling back and walking toward the front door.

With a last look cast at me, he disappears and the lock falls into place.

"What. The. Fuck."

"I know," I rush out. "It might seem crazy..."

"Might?" she interrupts me with a screech. "For how long has this been going on?"

"It just sort of started," I shrug, and wince when another loud noise leaves Vi.

"How the fuck... okay, breathe," she tells herself and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she points to the couch.

"Sit down."

I immediately do as she says, tucking my legs underneath me.

"Does Dante know about this?" she asks. I shake my head.

"I don't know what's happening," I tell her honestly. "It just feels good. He makes me feel good."

"Yeah, no shit," she snorts. "You were moaning like a fucking porn star in there."

I blush deeply, my face feeling uncomfortably hot.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that," I say and clear my throat, awkwardness taking over me.

"It's okay. You didn't know I was going to be home early," she shrugs.

"Is he treating you well?"

I nod. "He does. I don't know what's happening, Vi. But I don't want it to stop."

"Just be careful, okay? I don't want your heart broken."

"Do you think he will?"

She remains silent for a moment.

"I know how hung up you were on him when we were younger. And this is all so new, so I just want you to be careful."

"I will be," I promise, but it tastes like a lie on my tongue.

"Hey," Steve grins when he takes a seat next to me. "It's been a while, how are you?"

"I've been good," I answer, and genuinely mean it. It's like there's a natural, happy flush to my cheeks and I can only think of a certain someone that's making me feel this way.

"How have you been?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Just the usual. I'm glad I caught you. Maybe we can have lunch together?"

"That's a wonderful idea," someone else replies, and the hairs on my body rise.

Turning around, my eyes grow wide when I see Alessandro lowering himself to the seat on my other side.

He's looking at me already, a daring look in his eyes.

"Oh, hey Alessandro," Steve greets him.

Alessandro doesn't even look at him and keeps his eyes on me. "Hey."

"Hi," I whisper, confused yet happy he's here. "What are you doing here? We don't share any classes."

"I ran into one of your friends and might've asked them about your schedule," he says, his hand reaching out to play with strands of my hair.

"And you just decided to join?" I ask. He nods as if it's normal to attend classes that aren't in his course.

"You're not worried anyone saw you?" I ask lowly.

He frowns. "Now, why would I be worried, hm?"

I shrug, feeling elated that he doesn't feel embarrassed or weird to be with me because, for some reason, I figured he'd want to keep me a secret.

Biting back a dumb smile, I turn back to the front and see that the professor has already entered.

"Did you do the reading?"

I startle at Steve's voice, having completely forgotten he was sitting next to me. I look at him and shake my head.

"No, did you?"

"I skimmed through it," he answers. "But it was so fucking long, it's insane."

"Yeah, I know," I chuckle. "And we cover it during class anyway, so I don't see the point."

A hand lands on my thigh, squeezing.

I remain unphased on the outside, but my heart is running laps in my chest.

The more I talk with Steve, the higher the hand slides, fingers pressing against my skin through the material of the tights I'm wearing.

"How was your weekend?" Steve asks.

"It was good," I answer, and sit up a bit when the hand tightens on my thigh. "Very... fulfilling."

Steve, oblivious to what's happening, tells me about his weekend and I feel guilty about the fact that I don't give a single fuck about what he's saying because all my attention is on the man sitting next to me.

Steve quiets down a bit when the professor begins the lecture, and I couldn't be happier about the distraction.

"Want me to teach you how to ride?"

The sudden question has me turning to Alessandro, and I gape at him, speechless. "W-What? I... Y-you..."

He smirks.

"How to ride a bike, silly."

I swallow and glance away, before looking back at him.

"I knew that," I reply, mustering indifference as best as I can. "And yes, let's do that. I still need to learn."

"Perfect," he whispers. He lets his eyes drop down to my lips, then to the top I'm wearing and my legs that are covered in black tights, disappearing underneath my shirt.

He quickly runs his tongue over his lips.

"After, you can ride me," he adds.

Then, he leans in and seals his lips to mine.

. . .

Working at a festival like Tomorrowland is NOT for the weak.

My brain is fried. My legs are hurting. But I least I was getting that bag.

Idk how much 31 degrees Celsius is in Fahrenheit, but TRUST ME IT'S A HOT DEGREE TO WORK IN FROM EIGHT AM TO ELEVEN PM, STRAIGHT UNDERNEATH THE GLARING SUN.

Anyway, I'm sorry it took so long to update.

I stayed up WAYYYY past my bedtime to finish this one, just to give you guys something at least.

Now, imma be on my way to the last festival to fucking work at.

When I get back, I'll sleep for 20 hours straight.

Thank you so much for reading.

Hope you enjoyed it.

I love you.