Breathless & Bloodstained (The Chicago War #4) (20 page)

Tommas leaned down
enough to rest his forehead to hers. “And you don’t now? What did I do that
changed who you thought I was?”

“You got better,”
she said, smiling in that way of hers. “My fascination got worse, but you got
so much better. Worship is not a good enough word for what I felt.”

“Like a religion.”

Abriella’s tongue
peeked out to sweep her bottom lip. “Yeah. Just like that.”

“Do you still feel
like that about me?”

“Everyday.”

Tommas’ smile
spread slow and easy over his lips. “Yeah?”

“Does that make me
stupid?”

No.

Not at all.

It just meant she
loved him, and needed him. It was simply Abriella’s way of doing it, and
telling him.

“If that makes you
stupid, then I’m a goddamn fool, Ella. I’ve worshipped the ground you walked on
for years, sweet girl.”

Abriella watched
him through those thick lashes of hers, beautiful and quiet. “We’re so fucked
up.”

“Maybe so, but
we’re fucked up together which is more than a lot of people can say.”

“You don’t care,
do you?” she asked.

“No.” Tommas’
hands tangled into Abriella’s wavy dark hair and tugged firmly. Her sexy little
sigh shot right down through his gut and into his cock, reminding him of how
good it felt to have her mouth around his dick. “Do you want to know what I
would like?”

Abriella blinked
at him like she was coming out of a daze. “What, Tommy?”

He tugged on her
hair again. “Get on your knees and show me how you pray.”

With a sly grin,
Abriella nodded and began to drop down to her knees. She shrugged off her leather
bomber jacket, and let it fall on the floor behind her.

Tommas reached
down and unsnapped the buttons on his pants before undoing the zipper. He was
thankful the classroom door only had one small window at the top, and it was
too high for anyone to get a good look inside. The door also locked
automatically when it was shut and could only be opened from within the room.

That didn’t make
the situation any less hot.

They could still
be caught.

Time was running
out.

Abriella’s hands
pushed Tommas’ pants and boxer-briefs down enough to free his erection. Her
palm and fingers enclosed his shaft with an almost painful grip, waking him up
all over again. Keeping a firm grip on her hair, Tommas tugged his lover closer
to the head of his aching cock until he could feel her breath wash over his
member with every exhale.

“Open up and let
me fuck it properly, Ella.”

She parted her
lips enough for Tommas to slide his cock inside her mouth. Wet, soft heat
engulfed his length, sending him spiraling straight into a familiar dark bliss.
Her tongue flattened to the underside of his shaft as she took his cock in deep
enough that he could feel her muscles constricting around his length.

Abriella stared up
at him, waiting. One of her hands held onto his wrist, while her other slipped
between his legs to palm his sac with a teasing, promising touch.

The sight of her
on her knees always did it for Tommas. It made him fucking primal inside, made
him want to fuck her mouth until her eyes watered and she was swallowing every
drop of his come that she could take.

“Shit,” Tommas
forced out, his teeth clenching. “I’d forgotten how fucking good this is, Ella.
Do you want me to fuck your mouth, or do you want to suck me off?”

Abriella answered
his question by flicking her tongue against the base of his dick and then
opening her mouth a little more. That was clear enough for Tommas. Keeping her
rooted in place, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her mouth at a pace he
liked to start with. It let his girl get used to having her mouth stuffed full
of his cock and having no control in the process.

Abriella’s hum
continued as Tommas picked up the pace. He used his free hand to grab her under
her jaw, and keep her steady.

“Eyes wide, Ella,”
Tommas demanded. “I love fucking your mouth, so you better watch me while I do
it, or I’ll stop. I bet you missed this, didn’t you?”

Her gaze snapped
up to meet his, a tiny smile trying to form on her pink lips. Pulling on her
hair a little harder, Abriella whined in response, her mouth closing tighter
around his cock and her teeth adding to the friction for a brief second.

“You want more of
that?” he asked.

Without being able
to talk, the only thing Abriella could do was nod for him. But her eyes spoke
entirely of lust and need. The blues of her irises burned brightly with her
want. Being on her knees, having her mouth fucked in a public place, and having
no power or say as to what Tommas would do next was one of Abriella’s favorite
things.

Tommas knew it—she
liked these games.

Some might call it
debasing.

Abriella
practically begged for it.

For Tommas, it was
a gift of sorts to see Abriella, someone he loved and adored, at his mercy,
trusting him, letting him use her for his wants, because that’s what she
wanted, too. Her compliance, her need, made him fucking wild.

The gentle graze
of her fingernails against his sac had a coil beginning to twist and burn in
his gut. The more of that he allowed, the quicker he was liable to shoot his
load down her throat. More than anything, Tommas wanted to be inside his girl
and fucking them both into oblivion.

With a groan,
Tommas pulled his cock from Abriella’s mouth with a pop and pulled her up from
the floor to stand.

“God, you know I
love your mouth, girl. But I love the feeling of your pussy squeezing around me
and your body shaking as I fuck you good and hard even more. That’s what I want
right now. If you don’t, then you can get back on your knees and finish what you
started. Otherwise, take your fucking clothes off and give me what we both
want.”

Silently, Abriella
glanced over her shoulder at the closed door before she began to take off her
clothes. In no time at all, Abriella stood naked in front of him, and her
clothes rested in a forgotten pile behind her.

“Christ,” Tommas
appraised with a low whistle.

He stepped close
enough to get his hands on the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Abriella’s
body was a piece of art to Tommas. Her curves fit his hands perfectly, from the
dip in her waist to the swells of her hips and breasts. The pixie-like features
of her face always radiated with her sensuality and sexuality. She was made for
him. Every single inch of her was his perfect match.

Abriella shivered
the moment his hands came in contact with her sides. Tommas dragged his palms
over her waist, across her stomach, and up to her chest where he could roll his
thumbs over her pebbling nipples. Goosebumps bloomed over her flesh as her head
tilted back and she hummed contentedly.

“You were right. I
missed this, too,” she murmured.

“I’m sorry that we
don’t have more time.”

Abriella shook her
head. “This is good. It’s what I needed. It’s perfect, Tommy.”

Tommas caught her
mouth with his own, taking his time to love her properly. Her tongue tangled
with his, promising and sweet, making the heat in his gut grow into a raging
fire out of control. Her fingers twisted into his shirt, drawing him even
closer.

“I’ll figure
something out so that it can be just you and me for a whole day,” Tommas told
her, his lips brushing against hers with every word. “Nothing but us and whatever
you want, Ella. Something, I don’t know, but it’s a promise.”

She sighed
shakily. “As much as I love it when you say things like that, because I know
you will, I hate it, too.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes
it harder for me with all of this—us, mostly.”

Everything about
them was hard and difficult. Tommas understood what she meant without making
her explain further.

“But I don’t ever
want you to stop making promises,” Abriella added after a quiet moment.
“Because you always keep them, and you’re the one thing in my life that I can
count on for that.”

Any control that
Tommas had was lost. He loved this woman entirely. All the things about
Abriella Trentini that made up who she was inside and out were wonderful,
crazy, and sometimes strange.

Picking her up
from the floor without warning, Tommas pressed his lips to hers again, taking
another kiss without asking. Abriella’s legs wrapped around his waist and her
heels dug into the small of his back. As he walked a few steps to the closest
table lined with chairs, her body jostled against his, allowing her wet sex to
grind against his bare erection.

Abriella’s back
met the table hard. Air rushed from her lungs with her low moan as Tommas
kicked the chairs out of the way. Before he could demand that she open up for
him, Abriella spread her legs wide, exposing her pink, wet pussy to his gaze.

Tommas grasped her
thighs, his fingertips digging into her creamy skin hard enough to leave his
marks behind. He yanked her to the edge of the table, close enough that his
cock rested along the fleshy lips of her pussy. With just the right flex of his
hips, he’d be balls deep in his girl and fucking them both fast toward heaven.

Naked, with her
lips a bitten and kissed red, with her hair billowed out across the table and
messy from his hands, and a shiver rolling over her skin, Abriella was a sight
to see. Sexy as hell. Shameless in her lust. Reckless in her need. It goddamn
near hurt him to look at her, but he couldn’t help it.

Tommas had only
ever looked at Abriella.

No one else ever
caught his eye like she had.

“Christ, look at
you, baby.”

Canting her hips
upward at the edge of the table, she said, “Come on, Tommy, fuck me the way I
like.”

“How am I supposed
to make you beg when you ask like that, huh?”

“I’ll beg another
time. You know I will.”

He did.

“Wider,” Tommas
said, his tone husky.

He pushed
Abriella’s legs open until he was sure she would feel it in her bones and
muscles for days after. Her responding grin as she rolled her hips, making her
pussy grind into his cock, told him that she was liking it a little too much.

“Fuck me, Tommy.
Make me see the stars. You know how much I love that when you do it.”

That was it.

That was all
Tommas needed.

Grabbing his cock
at the base, he slid it back through the sliver of her slit to her entrance.
Then, he held onto her waist and pulled her onto his dick with one deep, hard
yank. Abriella’s shout of surprise, heated with her pleasure, was muffled into
her palm. She whined for more as Tommas began a punishing pace that rocked the
table back and forth every time he slammed into her.

Abriella lifted
her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. She held onto his wrists, her
fingernails biting into his skin, as he plowed into her. The crescendo of her
soft cries filled the empty classroom, and Tommas.

He adored all her
sounds.

They made fucking
her all the more better.

“Ah, fuck,” Tommas
muttered, watching the sight of his cock disappearing into her pink pussy. Her
arousal coated his length, and the sounds of her pussy taking him in as he
stretched her full of him was incomparable. “You take my cock so goddamn well,
Ella.”

Lifting her one
leg over his shoulder, Tommas leaned down so he could kiss her while he fucked
her. He kissed and bit a path down over her neck and across her collarbones.
Her breathless pants matched the constricting flutters of her inner walls
hugging his cock tighter than he could take.

“Oh, my God,”
Abriella cried. “I’m going to come.”

“Damn, you’re so
tight and wet for me. Get it, baby. I want to feel your pussy coming all over
my cock while I fuck you through it. Ride that cock, Ella. Show me how badly
you want it.”

She didn’t
disappoint. When her cries turned louder, and her trembling made the table
shake even more, Tommas caught all her noise with his mouth. He fucked her
harder through her orgasm, but his wasn’t too far behind.

Tommas came with a
hard, long moan that he buried into Abriella’s neck. His knees gave out at the
intensity of his own orgasm, and he fell over Abriella’s body. Her tremors
subsided slowly, but her hands never left his body and her sweet kisses dotted
his cheek and jaw when she pulled him up to look at her. Her tender touches and
whispers soothed him until he felt strong enough to hold his own weight again.

“I love you,”
Tommas told her.

Abriella’s lashes
fanned her cheeks as she replied in a whisper, “I’ve always loved you.”

It was everything
Tommas wanted from her. He had everything else, her body, her needs, desires,
thoughts, and wishes, but not those words.

“But I don’t want
to regret it someday, Tommy.”