Alessio
If blue balls actually were a thing mine would have the color of the ocean by now. Her face was like a drug. Ofcourse it would've been nice if her beautiful lips had been wrapped around my cock but it didn't matter. Instead I am standing here taking an Ice cold shower in one of the hotels I own. If not even rich men get sucked nowadays, who is?
I finish up my shower by washing my hair, almost sad to wash her scent of me. I step out soon after that and the entire bathroom is filled with steam. I just noticed that there are no towels. I realize that both of them are still somewhere on the floor in the bedroom. I grin. This is almost too good. I pause for a second thinking about her crazy dog. If it bites my dick off I won't be happy. I decide the risk is worth the award. Seeing my sweet Caramella flustered.
I walk out of the bathroom and she is sitting with her back to me. She has changed out of her sleeping clothes and I can't help but wonder if she's still wearing the panties I made her come in.
"Has breakfast come yet?" I ask, even though it is obvious it has not.
"No it's--" She turns around and her eyes blow wide "Ohmygod how hard is it to put on clothes?!" She spins back around so fast that the chair creaks.
"It is not my fault, there were no towels." She just scoffs and I consider going over to her but then I see her dog. Standing there, tail and ears sticking right up. That makes me change my mind quickly. I dress back into my suit pants and the white t-shirt from the hotel store.
When I walk back out the breakfast trays are there on the couch table. Naitee is already eating, tucking into sandwiches with jam and a black coffee. My kind of woman. For a second I pause. Am I going too far with this woman? She is still fed even if she is beautiful. I shake the doubts off, it will be fine. Besides, she has no idea who or what I am. I will ruin her, finish the deal with the Mexicans and come back to Italy with more money, a satisfied dick and a happy father.
It's a perfect plan.
After that Naitee packs up her things quickly and it only takes us about ten minutes to check out. It is another receptionist this time but it is obvious in her eyes that she knows who I am. I smile at her as I walk out next to Naitee and her hellhound. Her car stands in the same place and I must admit that it is a sweet ride.
"So are we going to talk about this?" I ask because she has been quiet for too long and I am bored.
"Talk about what?" She snaps back, she is definitely riled up and I would be lying if I said that if it didn't turn me on like crazy.
"You and me?" I say and she turns to face me as she unlocks the door and opens it. It makes me realise that she's really familiar with this car.
"There's no you and me, we literally met yesterday." I smile at her back as she opens the door to let Sai hop in.
"We met yesterday and yet you still touched me." I state cheekily turning around the edge of her car just in time to see her blush. Just the slightest tint of her cheeks. I grin back at her angry stare.
"It's a one time thing." She does not look at me as she says that.
"So you mean that I won't get to bend you over the bathroom sink in the restaurant when we stop for lunch Caramella?" Her mouth fell open for a second before she turned to me, putting her seatbelt on at the same time.
"I won't even acknowledge that with an answer" She starts the engine and it roars to life. I sometimes miss Italian cars, they're so quiet and smooth. America has such an obsession with corners and straight lines.
I put my seatbelt on as well just barely in time before she rushed out of the parking lot.
"Mama--" I mutter "you're a menace on the road." The edges of her lips tip up just a millimeter. I grip the car door and pray to God that she does not crash. I am just getting relaxed when a something warm touches my neck. First I think it is Naitee kissing my throat and then I realize it's the wet nose of the wolf she calls her pet.
"Santa-- Caramella, your pet is trying to rip my throat out." I try to push the creature's head away but it returns like a gummy band.
"Maybe that's for the best..." Naitee says in a low tone it almost sounds like she means it.
"That is mean Caramella." I say in a taunting tone and instead of answering me she turns on the radio. A loud song by a woman with a deep voice is playing. Naitee turns it up even though she looks like she doesn't even like it. Almost like she's trying to avoid a conversation with me. So I spend the hours before we stop for lunch planning exactly how I'm going to seduce her. Make her come so many times that she's delirious and then tell her exactly who I am.
It's a good plan, it's a great plan even and I am looking forward to it like it's my wedding day. Although I probably actually wouldn't look forward that much to my wedding. Like my cousin I'll probably get a young untouched, virgin bride who'll be so afraid of me my dick will fall of. I've never longed for a woman who couldn't hold her own against me. I won't lie and say that I haven't bedded some airhead girls who's only goal was to get on their knees before me and then get to brag to their friends. I mean we all fall for that one.
Lunch comes quickly and we pull over to a diner at the side of the road. I tried to convince her to let me take her to a nice restaurant but she insisted on a dirty, greasy, hack by the highway.
The waitress shows us to one of the red booths and I notice the glances she is sending me. I'm used to female attention but I don't want Naitee to see it. It would ruin my plans if she actually disliked me. She's glaring at me right now but that's only because she's ashamed of herself for letting me touch her.
"Here's your menus, just call if you need anything, anything at all." I don't miss the pointed glance the waitress gives me. I just look down at the laminated menu.
"I'm thinking of a burger, what about you Caramella?" She looks up at me her eyebrows raised but when I don't say anything about the waitress she clears her throat and says,
"I'm thinking pancakes." I nodd and find her order. It's number 14, printed in bold red letters.
"What toppings?" She thinks for a second before saying, "All of them and by the way you're not paying this time." I raise my eyebrows right back. How is she going to stop me?
"Fine" I say not at all intending to let her pay. The waitress comes back over and I order for us, Naitee gives me a look but it doesn't matter.
"So do you ever visit your dad in England?" She nods slowly searching my face.
"Yea, what about you? Do you live here or in Italy?" I fold my hands on the table.
"Where in England does your dad live?" She look very unimpressed.
"North of London, stop changing the subject Luce." My middle name is like honey on her lips and I think I would combust if she said my real name like that.
"I live in Italy with my family." I smile and she stares at me like I'm a puzzle she just can't figure out. That look makes me want to tell her everything. Sit for hours and just talk like a crazy person if that meant that she would look at me like that.