“God, I’m coming,” I yell as he increases the speed, kneading my breasts almost painfully before he pinches my nipples without mercy.
He lets out a guttural sound while his swollen cock throbs inside me. A few more seconds go by before the wave of our combined orgasms begins to dissipate. When they do, I fall on top of him, completely spent. My face is pressed against his shoulder. I can hardly breathe like this, but I don’t care. I’m incapable of moving.
Alistair’s hands are now covering my ass, but instead of squeezing it, he makes lazy circles with the tips of his fingers. His cock twitches inside me, and I know it’s my signal to move. We definitely don’t want an accident ruining our last day together.
I roll off and lay my head against his chest, noticing for the first time how smooth the skin is. “Why do you shave?”
“Who says I do?”
“You’re not saying this is your natural look, are you?”
He chuckles, and my stomach ties in knots.
Ugh. Settle down, Chiara.
“I get too hot in the summer. Shaving my chest helps.”
“What about your scruff?”
“What about it?”
“That can’t be good in the summer either.”
There’s a noticeable pause before Alistair continues. “No, it isn’t, but shaving it is out of the question.”
I lean on my elbow so I can look at his face properly. “Why is that? Is it a bet?”
Alistair looks into my eyes, too serious for my liking, before he touches my cheek with his fingertips. “If I told you, I would be breaking rule number two.”
I want to say I don’t care about the rules anymore, that I want to know everything about him, but it won’t change the outcome. He’ll still go back to the States tomorrow, leaving me behind without a glance back.
The truth is on the tip of my tongue, but I’m a coward, and the confession dies in my throat.
9
Alistair
While Chiara takes a shower, I call the rental car company and explain what happened yesterday. She’d distracted me so much, I completely forgot to take care of that after we arrived at the hotel. Since the reason I got stranded in the first place was due to their negligence, they didn’t give me a lot of grief for abandoning the car on the side of the road. I wrap up the call and decide to head downstairs to grab coffee for us, but this time, I let her know where I’m going before I leave.
Chiara is still in the bathroom when I return, so I pull the small gift box from inside the bakery bag. It had taken me so long to return before because I had to wait for the jewelry store to open. I had to get the bracelet before we left; otherwise, I wouldn’t have had time to come back for it. I toy with the colorful packaging, considering the best time to give it to Chiara. I planned to do so during breakfast but think maybe it’s best if I wait until the day is over. I’m not sure how she’s going to react to it. She was the one who came up with rule number two, after all. At the time, it sounded like a smart idea. Now, I’m not so sure. I don’t want to say goodbye to her.
Don’t be a fucking moron, Alistair. She’s young. This is just a summer adventure to her. The last thing she wants is to get involved with someone with enough baggage to fill a commercial plane.
I put the box away when I hear the door to the bathroom open. Chiara walks back into the room with an uncertain glint shining in her eyes, as if finding me sitting at the table waiting for her is unsettling. She joins me with hair still damp and smelling of soap. My cock awakens, and I send a silent order to it to calm the fuck down. It’s no use. I want to strip her naked again and feast on her body. But if I do that, I’m afraid we’ll never leave this hotel room.
“Oh, you found coffee.” She eyes the Styrofoam cups.
“Yeah. I didn’t know how you took yours, so I went stereotypical and got you a cappuccino.”
Chiara leans over and kisses me softly on the lips. “That’s perfect. Thank you.”
When she pulls back, I follow, catching myself at the last minute. We’re not starting this again.
Focus, Alistair. You do want to visit some vineyards today, don’t you?
That was one of the reasons for this trip, to get ideas for my parents’ vineyard business. It had been their dream to own a vineyard after retirement, and I was able to make it happen. Now I want to make sure it’s a successful venture. My parents sacrificed so much for me, so it’s the least I can do. It’s too bad I couldn’t visit the Della Vecchia vineyard—my lawyer, Enzo, said their wine is phenomenal. But I got to spend the weekend with Chiara instead, so I’m not too disappointed.
Somehow, I manage to control my urges and eat breakfast. In between bites, Chiara asks, “Where do you want to go today?”
“Well, I’ve already seen Siena, so I thought maybe we could head to San Gimignano and then Pisa.”
Chiara smiles at me, her eyes twinkling. “Who can resist the charm of Val d’Orcia, right?”
I laugh. “That tagline was actually in a tour brochure.”
“I bet. Did it go something like this? ‘Who can resist the charm of Val d’Orcia, where locals and tourists stop every day to take a billion photos? The full-day tour will introduce to you not only the towns of X, Y, and Z but also the wine and local flavors,’” she says, going heavy on the Italian accent.
“You’re cute.”
Her delicate eyebrows scrunch together at the same time as she pouts. “I’m not cute.”
“Right. You’re not cute. You’re sexy as hell.”
Her bright blue eyes widen a fraction. “Do you really think so?”
Does she not know the effect she has on me? My cock is at full mast now, straining against my jeans. Fuck me. We need to get out of here fast before I have Chiara on her back again with my cock plunged deep inside her sweet pussy.
“God, yes. I would show you, but we really have to go. Are you ready?” My voice comes out strained.
