“Suck it,” he repeats. “Right now. Right here. Show me what that hot little mouth is capable of.”
I attempt to scoff at him, but nothing comes out. All I can do is lick my lips.
I know I should say no, leave him standing here wanting and alone, but I just can’t seem to do it. My mouth is watering, the ache between my legs almost unbearable.
“Suck,” he commands for the last time.
The tone of his voice makes something inside me snap, and I claw at his zipper hungrily, whimpering when his cock pops free into my eager hand. I lick my lips again to prepare them to receive the fat tip and then I open wide and take him into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin. I brace myself at first, afraid I’ll discover what Jessica may have—the taste of another woman—but I realize quickly that the taste is of him alone.
The salty flavor of his precum flames me on, more evidence of his arousal. I try to take in more and more of him, but there’s only so much I can do from this angle, and he’s so thick. I look up at his face. My heart blips at the slightest hint of vulnerability I can see there. His eyes are closed, the usual stress lines around his mouth and eyes gone. It makes me want to pounce.
Sliding my lips off of him, hand wrapped firmly around his cock, I get to my feet and force him backwards, one step at a time, stroking him all the while. When the back of his legs hit the couch, I push him into a seated position and drop to my knees in front of him again.
He looks surprised by my aggression, but I’m back on him in an instant, the angle much better as I slide his pants to the floor and suck him all the way to the back of my throat. Dante spreads his legs wider, giving me more room to work. When I reach down to cup his balls, he throws his head back in ecstasy.
Soft sounds come from his throat as I suck, driving me on. I suck harder.I love making him moan. Having this power over him.
I work his balls, tracing them with one finger, trailing my touch beneath his sack to the ultrasensitive skin just below. He sucks in a breath, almost squirming, but doesn’t try to stop me. I gently caress that spot, sucking his head hard as I bob back and forth, until he swells in my mouth, stiffening with an agonized grunt. I’ve got him right on the edge.
He grabs my head and starts thrusting in my mouth, rough, fast, hard. In seconds he’s coming, loudly, sounding like he’s in pain as he spills his hot seed down my throat.It takes two gulps for me to swallow it all down.
I sit back on my heels, a little dazed. Both of us are breathing hard. My lips are swollen, my jaw aching from all the sucking.
He hasn’t moved, as if I’ve drained the energy straight out of him, but he’s staring down at me fiercely. Then he stands, watching me as he fixes his pants. A stone once more. He doesn’t offer to help me up, which is fine, because my legs are weak and shaky. I’m not ready yet.
But then he reaches down and puts a hand on my cheek, his thumb tracing my tender lips.“Eleven a.m.,” he says.
And then he’s gone.
18
Frankie
Thank God for Candi.
I spy her getting out of her car in a little black dress and studded Chelsea boots as I make my way down the paved stone walk to the public tasting room at Bellanti Vineyards.
I’m twenty minutes early even after taking extra care with my appearance this morning, dressing in one of my new suits and styling my hair in a long fishtail braid over one shoulder. I kept my makeup light; my aim was to look professional, but very approachable.
Still, my nerves are up—a bit of a jitter in my gut that won’t stop. Maybe a quick chat with an old friend will do the trick in settling me down. I’m not sure exactly what I’m nervous about, honestly. Though in the back of my mind, Idoknow. I want to prove myself to Dante, and earn my keep here at the Bellanti estate.
And beyond that, I don’t want my husband to regret giving me this job. Or decide to take it away. Being a kept woman with no occupation was never my goal. The exact opposite, in fact.
“Candi!” I wave, catching her eye.
Her smile is big and welcoming. “Frankie. How are you? Wow, that’s an amazing suit.”
“Thank you.”
I stop next to her on the walk and look down at my clothes, relieved I made the right choice. It only took two hours of changing my mind every few minutes to decide on this outfit. The suit is lavender-and-white striped linen, and underneath I’m wearing a cotton-silk blouse with pintuck detailing. My three-inch nude Manolo Blahniks are fresh out of the box.
“You here on business?” I ask.
“Always,” she says.
“Me too. It’s my first day on the job. Can I walk you in?”
“Of course,” Candi says. “But only if you catch me up on all the hot gossip.”
