We both stare at the car’s GPS. We’re ten minutes away from our final destination.
Still too fucking far.
7
Chiara
Despite the red wine making my head fuzzy and the excitement rushing through my veins from being alone with Alistair, when he opens the door to his hotel room, my stomach twists in knots. I can’t control the sudden shaking of my body. I’ve never done this before. Well, I’ve had hookups but with guys I already knew from school, never with a complete stranger.
Walking into the room, the first thing I see is the massive king-size bed. I swallow the lump in my throat and peel my gaze away from it. All the bravado from before disappears in a cartoonish white cloud. Poof. Gone. I also notice his room is immaculate. God knows the mess I make in my hotel room whenever I travel. I’m not an organized person.
“Would you like something to drink?” Alistair asks.
I turn around and shake my head. “I think I’ve had enough wine to last me a month.”
He stares intently at me before he runs a hand through his hair and says, “Listen, we don’t have to do anything. I’m more than okay if you just want to crash here. I’ll drive you back to your grandparents’ villa tomorrow morning.”
I stop breathing for a second. Did he change his mind?
My expression probably shows my disappointment. He moves closer and brushes my face with a featherlight caress. “Hey, what’s the matter?”
“I-I’m just nervous,” I whisper as I stare at the collar of his shirt.
God, he’s probably noticing the age gap now. As a matter of fact, I don’t know how old he is, but he’s definitely not eighteen anymore. He’d probably run for the hills if he knew my age.
“Chiara, look at me.”
Taking a deep breath, I bring my face up to his, only to be ensnared by his eyes.
He laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand up to his chest. “Can you feel how fast my heart is beating for you?”
“Yes. It’s beating as fast as mine.”
“Why don’t we just talk for a little bit?”
Shaking my head, I take a few steps back until my thighs touch the edge of the bed. Without taking my eyes off him, I reach behind me and pull my dress’s zipper down, letting it drop to the floor in a heap of silk and tulle.
“I’ve had enough talking.”
Alistair’s eyes turn molten as he drops his gaze to my feet before slowly traveling up the length of my body again. In silence, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing steely abs and tattooed chest as he parts the fabric. He shrugs it off, dropping the piece of clothing to the floor. The slacks go next, but he keeps his boxer shorts on. A lump forms in my throat, because there’s no hiding his size. He’s huge.
He shortens the distance, stopping only when there’s no gap between our bodies. Staring at my face, he runs his hands up my arms slowly, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
I close my eyes and say his name. It sounds more like a moan than anything else.
“Open your eyes, Chiara.”
I do as he asks. He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I bring it into my mouth, sucking it gently. His breathing changes, turning shallow as his gaze becomes hooded, hungry. I realize I haven’t touched him yet, so I explore his body, running my hands across his washboard abs. I glide my long nails over his taut skin, making slow circles that keep going lower and lower. When my hands reach the seam of his underwear, Alistair makes an animalistic sound in the back of his throat right before he pulls his thumb from my mouth, replacing it with his tongue.
I open to the demanding invasion as I curl my hand around his shaft. He grabs a handful of my hair to keep me in place as his feverish kiss intensifies, turning almost feral. I rub the soft tip of his cock with my thumb, spreading precum over it before going up and down his length.
Without breaking our connection, he picks me up, only to throw me on the bed in the next second. I laugh when I bounce on the soft mattress.
“Eager, aren’t you?” I say.
“Sorry about that.”
I scooch backward to make more room for Alistair. He joins me on the mattress, crawling my way like a jungle cat that just cornered his prey. My core throbs in anticipation. Alistair wraps his hand around my ankle, then kisses my calf. I part my legs for him as he glides his hot tongue up my shin and thigh, eliciting a moan from me. This is just the worst possible torture. And yet the best kind. He stops inches away from my underwear, sprawling his hands over each of my hip bones.
“I’m about to explode here, but I have to taste you first.”
“Yes, please,” I croak, my voice already raw with desire.
He rubs his nose on my center right before he licks me through the thin fabric of my lacy panties. I curl my hands around the bedcover, arching my back, the tingling sensation almost too much to bear.
“Alistair,” I moan.
“Never tasted anything sweeter,” he says before he pushes the fabric aside with his tongue and sucks my clit into his mouth.
Holy fuck. I won’t last a minute like this.
While he sucks my nub, he teases my entrance with the tip of his finger, slowly inching his way inside. I try to control the pressure building below, wanting to prolong this amazing sensation for as long as I can, but Alistair is a magician with his tongue and fingers. I soon find myself spiraling out of control as the orgasm hits more intense than before.
“Dio Santo,” I scream as he keeps sucking and pumping through my waves of pleasure. With one hand still sprawled over my hip, he keeps me from bucking out of his reach.
When I’m finally back into my body, it’s boneless. I keep my eyes closed because I’m afraid to wake up in case this is a dream.
Alistair kisses the inside of my thigh, his scruff tickling me a little, and I try to move away.
