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Nine
Allegra
There’s always so much fuss made about sex, always so many people losing their damn minds over the act, that I always figured there was no way it could live up to the hype. Must be hormones or whatever, I thought, addling people’s brains.
Well, consider me addled.
“Raul,” I whisper, twisting my hips and working him deeper, my fingernails sunk into his good shoulder. My other hand scrabbles at the headboard, nails scratching over carved wood. “I…god.”
I’ve never been this close to another human being—and he’s only halfway in. But I can feel the steady tick of his heartbeat through his shaft; can feel his life force thrumming inside my body. Holy shit.
Nearly lost him. Nearly ranted and raved, then lost my doctor forever.
I swear on my life, I will never pull something like that again. Next time I throw a tantrum, I’m taking Raulwithme, not leaving him behind, even if he’s gagged and slung in the car trunk.
When I tell him that, the doctor rumbles a laugh. “You couldn’t lift me into a trunk, sweetheart.”
“But you’d climb in if I asked you nicely.”
“Probably.”
As I sink down another inch or two, my eyelids flutter.
I want him closer. Want us sealed together so tight, there’s no air between us; want us to blend together into one sweaty, gasping mess. Every time my hips rise and fall over his lap, delicious friction sparks between my legs, the pleasure thrumming up my spine.
Raul grips my ass with his uninjured hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Urging me on.
“Come on, Allegra. I know you’re meaner than this.”
My nails sink deeper into his shoulder, and the doctor lets out an approving hiss. He wants it harder? I can do that.
I may be the smallest of our inner circle, may not have Diego’s bulk or Nico’s strong arms, but I’ve grown up slamming trainers into crash mats, and there’s power coiled in my slender frame. I grab a handful of dark blond hair and twist, then throw my ass down and take the last few inches of his cock inside.
The doctor grunts. His eyes are hazy behind their lenses, his cheeks flushed.
God, I love him so much.
“You’re all rumpled,” I murmur, riding him hard now, the headboard slamming into the wall. Santo’s gonna kill us both for making this racket, but right now I don’t care. “Your glasses are steaming over, Dr Ossani.”
I want to ask how his shoulder is, to fuss over his wound, but I bite the words back. He’ll tell me if I take this too far.
We need to trust each other. Wedotrust each other when it counts the most.
Raul’s palm cracks against my ass and I snarl, rolling my hips and fucking him deeper. My thighs burn with the effort, my knees digging into the screaming mattress springs, but all I can do is grit my teeth and keep going.
Feels so. Freaking. Good.
That thick shaft throbbing inside me… the rigid intrusion of Raul Ossani in my body… his hot breath against my cheek and the sting of his hand against my skin…
I whimper.
And I’d never whimper with anybody else. Would never let anyone else see me like this—needy and wild, unraveling on his cock. Desperate, with moisture brimming in my eyes, because I’ve wanted him for so freaking long.
Never thought it would happen. Thought I’d spend my whole life lonely and unheld.
“You’re perfect.” Raul’s words press against the hot, damp skin of my throat, chased by his teeth against my pulse point. “Fuck, Allegra. Your goddamn body. You’re so fucking perfect. When I get this sling off—”
“You’ll do whatever you want to me. I’ll let you do anything.” I’m babbling now, making reckless promises, but if there’s one man they’re safe with, it’s the doctor. “Ohshit, Raul. This feels…”
