Hard rock music blasted through the speakers, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Gianna sung along at the top of her lungs, sticking her tongue out from time to time. Her hands moving with practiced ease, the sewing machine needle dipping in and out of the cloth. The two ends came together and she held up the fabric…there, thirty down, twenty-three more to go.
"If that play is not a hit, it will not be because of poor costumes,"
She glanced at her phone, it was just after ten pm. If she pushed, she would at least be able to do one more outfit before turning in. Standing up, she stretched, her back cracking after hours in the same position. Rubbing her eyes, she reached for the fabric scissors. The drama club order was huge, but it was just the break she needed to get back on her feet.
"A few more orders like this and I will at least have enough for a deposit on a new store," She muttered, her eyes moving over the pile of fabric waiting to be used. Hopefully the work would spread the word about her to similar performance groups. Advertising online was great and all, but face to face recommendations were the best when it came to boosting sales. Pulling her chair back, Gianna sat down and made herself comfortable, no sooner had she done that, her phone beeped. The message simple and straight to the point.
Be ready in thirty minutes.
"Be ready in thirty minutes. What am I, a dog? Does he think he says jump and I just go, not even asking how high? Tch"
She briefly entertained the thought of ignoring the text and pretending to be asleep. But then she caught sight of the couch and heat pooled in her lower belly. Memories of what had gone down on it assaulting her.
"I should leave him hanging. Fake a stomach bug or something. Does he know how long it took me to get off after that goodbye kiss of his?" Her cheeks heated at the memory of his mouth against her lady bits. His tongue lapping and teasing. Getting her all excited, thinking she would be able to come before he left. Only to have him just up and go, leaving her to finish the job herself.
And now he just sent a text and expected her to come running.
"The nerve, I am definitely not going," But even as she said that Gianna was already standing up.
She turned off her sewing machine, and headed for the bathroom. Gianna was done showering in just over ten minutes. Then she spent another ten drying her hair, and then wasted time choosing what to wear. In the end she went for a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans. The man had ravished her when she had been in just a pair of ratty old clothes. She doubted he would mind if she showed up not dressed to the nines. In fact, if she played her cards right he might just pounce on her the moment she walked through the door.
By the time her door bell rang, she was ready.
"Hey, Lorenzo, how are things?" He nodded at her in greeting, then shrugged, gesturing for her to follow.
"Same old, same old, a few bumps and bruises. Tires need changing, carpets replacing, just a day in the life of an ordinary driver with no excitement in his life whatsoever," The words came easy, playful. Almost teasing, Gianna would have believed them if she did not catch sight of his bruised knuckles.
He caught her looking and smiled, pasting on his best 'butter will not melt on my tongue face'. Gianna huffed, knowing she should be unsettled and more than a little afraid at the clear evidence of violence. But there was something about Lorenzo that just put her at ease. He reminded her of pandas, all gigantic and cute until they started attacking.
"Keep it that way, I would not want your boring life to suddenly get too exciting," He smiled at her, then tapped his watch lightly, indicating that they had to go.
One of these days, she would come up with something that would leave him stumped, get the big man to let loose and laugh.
After locking up, she followed him to the car. The drive to Nico's place was silent, the quiet brought about by the partition in the car. Sitting in the back, Gianna wondered if Lorenzo listened to music as he drove.
For the rest of the drive she entertained herself with that. Imagining Lorenzo belting out power ballads while driving a literal don around, and then opening the car door and pretending to be all serious.
It was a silly stream of thought, but it held until they got to Nico's penthouse.
Walking back into Nico's place was different this time. For one she was not wrecked with nerves as she had been that first time, and she wasn't rushing off somewhere like she had done in the morning after.
She had time to actually look around and see. The place was just as big , and as gothic as she remembered it, the walls adorned with artworks that had to be worth tens, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. The floors polished and gleaming. The fire place lit, casting blue flames over the expensive furniture, all of it shades of black, grey and pure white, contrasting beautifully with the deep red carpet. The spiral staircase that led upstairs looked like it had been taken right out of a dream. But none of that held Gianna's attention for long. Her eyes fell on the man waiting for her at the top of the staircase, his crisp white shirt standing out in his surrounding. His eyes roaming over her body as she walked up towards him.
"Welcome, Gianna," He did not yell, but his smooth baritone carried making Gianna shiver as she neared him.
He looked as tired as she felt, and the closer she got, the easier it was to see the bags under his eyes.
" Nico, are you alright?" Seeing such a mundane human thing on him lowered her defences, and when she finally reached him she did the unthinkable. Reaching out, she caressed his cheek with gently, emboldened when he tilted his head, leaning into the touch.
"You look tired, do you need to rest? A glass of water? Or maybe a painkiller?" She was coddling him, something decidedly not in their agreement, but Gianna could not help it. She did not have anyone left who knew it anymore, but Gianna had always been a nurturer. She rubbed the palm of her hand over his soft cheek, discreetly checking if he had a fever. The gesture feeling more intimate than all the other things they had done so far. Rather than step back and end the contact, he moved closer, his eyes closing briefly.
"I am fine, cara, do not worry yourself," He said, arms going around her waist as be dragged her into a deep kiss, their tongues battling for dominance.
By the time they broke apart, there was no denying the hunger in their eyes, nor the solid weight pressing against Gianna's thigh.
He pulled her into another kiss, all the while guiding them to his room, but they never made it inside.
In the end he took her against the door. Her jeans hanging off one leg, her shirt on the floor, her breasts jiggling with each hard thrust, his cock drilling her so good, she ripped his shirt in a frenzy. The buttons of the expensive material scattering. For that, he fucked her deeper, crushing her against the door. His hand came up to her nipple and squeezed…hard, the sound she made was barely human. To silence it she sought his mouth, but returned his head away, exposing his neck.
"Scream for me, dear one, I want to hear you," He rammed into her and Gianna wailed, the back of her head hitting solid wood, but he kept on ramming into her. Her body caught by surprise each time, his dick hitting the right spot to make her forget everything. Scared she would not only lose her voice, but also gain an egg sized knot on her head, Gianna acted on instinct. Her teeth sinking into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. He let out a loud curse, his smooth rhythm breaking, his dick throbbing deep within her as his came. One thrust, two thrusts, and she joined him, letting go of his skin to cry out her own release.
They stayed as they were for a while longer, with him gently removing his soft cock from her. Once she was capable of breathing without feeling like she was about to pass out, Gianna spoke.
"Sorry about your shirt," She whispered, he drew back slightly, looking at her his gaze serious.
"And your neck," The second apology was nullified by her sucking gently on the abused skin, making sure the bruise would be spectacular. Nico hissed, and when she pulled back, it was to the sight of him smiling.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, then his eyes crinkled, his chest rumbling, gleaming teeth on display as he laughed. Gianna had never heard him laugh before, not a scoff, or an amused huff. An actual belly shaking laugh. It was a wonderful sound, and the pure happiness of the moment wiped ten years off his face. It made him look impossibly young, like someone she could come to cherish, to like. Someone so precious they needed protecting from the things in the world that sought to silence their laughter. Someone she could spend the rest of her life with, just to hear him laugh. And watch the years fall away from his face every time he lit up in joy.
She knew she was slipping into dangerous territory but she was struggling to stop it.
Again Gianna was taken by the same emotion that had made her touch his cheek earlier, but she controlled herself. Instead she buried her face in the crook of his neck, licking at the bruised area she had bitten. His laughter turned into a hiss, and she could feel his dick beginning to stir, and that effectively broke the moment.
Good, sex she could deal with. Sex was what the two of them did, it was familiar, and it was way better than wanting to cuddle or pat his cheek. He pounced on her mouth and Gianna let him maul her.
"Bedroom, bedroom," She pleaded when the sore spot on her head bounced against the door again.
In answer, Nico took her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Carrying her into the bedroom with their mouths still attached. This time they made it to the bed, and did not leave for many hours.