Velocity (8 page)

She wasn’t, but found herself saying, “I could be.”

“Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and began to tug her toward
the exit.

“Don’t you want to say goodbye to Marco?” He wasn’t that
much taller than she, but when he was determined he could walk really fast. She
was already starting to huff and puff from trying to keep up with him.

“I’ll text him. I want you. Now.”

“Well, we might want to wait until we get back to the hotel
at least.”

He looked over his shoulder at her and grinned. “We will
see.”

“Oh boy. And what about your injury?”

“What injury?”

As soon as they stepped outside a cab pulled up and Paolo
opened the door for her. Savannah slid inside and after Paolo followed, he told
the driver the address and then quickly thumbed out a text. They’d barely
exited the arena’s parking lot when he was reaching for her.

“I need you. I need those beautiful lips.”

She allowed him to pull her closer and kiss her, but when he
tried to pull her astride him, she leaned back. “Hey, save that for the hotel.
That kind of thing is dangerous in a cab, honey. I could really hurt you.”

Lifting her hand, he kissed the palm. “All right,
amante
.
But then you are mine.”

“Works for me.”

“It better.”

“Or what?”

One dark eyebrow rose. “I will find a way to convince you.”

“Tell me more,” Savannah replied, leaning into him.

After pressing another kiss to her lips, Paolo smirked. “You
might regret saying that. I know I look all nice and innocent, but I can talk
dirty.”

“I’m intrigued.”

He pretended to think for a moment. “First, as soon as the
door closed I would push you against it and drop to my knees. This dress makes
it very easy for me to get to your pussy. I would not bother to take off your
panties. Instead, I’d just move them aside so I could get my tongue in there.”

“Oh my.”

“When you were begging me to stop or to let you come, I
would stand and lead you to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Why?”

“So I can fuck you and watch in the mirror.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek to hold back a tortured
groan threatening to emerge.

“I would love to watch you come for me. Or bend you over
enough that I could see my dick pushing in and out of your pussy.”

This time she couldn’t hold in the groan.

“You think that sounds sexy, don’t you?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Do you want me to bend you over the sink?”

“Yes,” the word came out as little more than a hiss, and
Paolo seemed to be trying to suppress a smile.

“I always try to please my woman, so what you want you shall
have. But you’ll come from my mouth first.”

Savannah looked down at her chest, which was heaving as
Paolo revved her up. It was hardly fair that she was the only one seemingly
getting hot and bothered, and she reached over to cup his cock through his
jeans. He made a warning sound, but she didn’t stop. If anything, it urged her
on, and she began to drag her palm up and down the coarse denim, feeling Paolo
harden even more under her ministrations.

“That will be trouble,
cara
. I have to walk through
the lobby like this.”

“Sorry about that.”

He made a dismissive noise. “No, you’re not.”

When they arrived at the hotel, Savannah insisted on paying
the fare, over Paolo’s objections. He practically sprinted for the elevators
and as soon as they were inside and the doors had closed, his hand was delving
under the skirt of her sundress. True to his word, he simply moved her panties
aside and then his long, thick middle finger was inside her, pumping.

“Oh God, Paolo.”

Scoring his teeth down the side of her neck, he thrust a few
more times before adding a second finger.

She was barely able to gasp out, “Our floor…” when they
reached it. He removed his hand and shoved his fingers into his mouth.

“Mmm.”

With jerky steps, she strode down the hall, fumbling in her
bag for her key card. He took it from her and opened the door, motioning her in
ahead of him. But apparently he hadn’t been kidding about that door thing,
because she was suddenly spun and backed up. His eyes had gone even darker and
her breath seized in her lungs. Savannah had never seen him like this, but it
was definitely a turn-on. She liked the gentler, attentive lover Paolo had been
thus far, but couldn’t deny watching him take control now was hot as hell.

Savannah let out a little squeak when he did, indeed, drop
to his knees. But instead of diving underneath immediately, he pulled her
panties off, tossing them behind him.

“I have changed my mind. Hold up your skirt.”

It didn’t even occur to her not to and she readily bared
herself to Paolo’s avid gaze.

“So beautiful.” He looked up at her. “Spread your legs for
me.”

She did and his face dove into the juncture of her thighs,
his tongue reaching out to lightly flick over her pussy. Using his thumbs, he
opened her farther and delved deeper, catching her clit in his lips and
pulling.

“Paolo!”

“Let me hear you,
amante
.”

She wanted to plunge her hands into his hair to guide him to
the places she needed him most, but her skirt would fall, and the sight of
Paolo between her legs, taking her to ecstasy far quicker than she’d thought
possible, was too good to pass up.

“Oh God, please…”

Paolo tormented her, switching from gently nibbling to long
licks without a discernible pattern and it became a fascinating erotic game to
guess where his wicked mouth might land next. Her thighs tightened around his
head, trapping him there as her orgasm surged from her, torn from a place deep
inside.

He held her steady with strong hands on her hips as she
undulated, keeping herself upright through sheer luck. Savannah tasted blood
and realized she’d bitten down hard on her lower lip. It stung, but the pain
was nothing in comparison to the waves of sensation steeling over her.

Finally he pulled his face away, looking up at her. Even
through her dazed gaze she could see her juices had coated his mouth and chin.
Why was that so freaking sexy?

“I have never been with anyone like you,” he said as he
rose. One hand cupped her face as if she were a fragile china teacup. “You make
me think I can do anything.”

“You can.” Reaching for him, she pulled him to her and
kissed him, tasting herself on him.

He took a step back with a devilish smile. “Right now I
don’t want to do ‘anything’, I want to do you.”

“Smooth.” Pushing away from the door, she said, “You want to
go in the bathroom?”

“
Dios
, yes,
cara
.” He took her hand and kissed
it. “Just the thought of you, bent over and waiting for me, it drives me
crazy.”

“You make me feel so beautiful. I’ve always been told I look
like a tomboy.”

“Pardon?”

Savannah smiled. “When a girl looks or dresses like a guy
people call them a tomboy.”

He eyed her. “I see nothing but gorgeous female. Sometimes I
think American men are idiots.”

Barking out a laugh, she nodded. “Sometimes I agree with
you.”

“Good thing I am not an American.” Paolo opened the door to
the bathroom and flipped on the light. “Take your dress and bra off. I want to
watch your breasts move when I am inside you.”

She hung her dress and bra on one of the towel hooks,
leaving her only clad in sandals. “Should I take my shoes off?”

Paolo surveyed her. “No, it will be a better fit this way.”
Reaching into the toiletry bag he had sitting in a corner of the counter, he
extracted a condom.

“Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

“I think I like it better this way.” He briefly raised one
eyebrow and Savannah just turned around. Hey, if it made him happy, whatever.
He unzipped his jeans and quickly applied the condom. “Bend a little more.”
Frowning, he grabbed one of the towels and put it underneath her hips.
“Better?”

Savannah hadn’t wanted to say anything because it was
obvious how much Paolo wanted to take her in this position, but the side of the
counter
had
been cutting into her skin a little. “Much, thank you.”

“Can you…” He put his arms out at a ninety-degree angle.

“Brace myself?”

“Yes. I will learn English. It just has not been easy for
me.”

“That’s okay.” Placing a forearm on each side of the sink,
she turned her head to look back at him. “Good?”

“Oh, so good.” He ran two fingers through her pussy and she
shuddered. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, please. I need you inside me.”

Rubbing the head of his dick through her swollen tissues, he
said, “Let me make sure you are really prepared.”

With a huff, Savannah met his gaze in the mirror. “Paolo,
fuck me.”

“Now you are giving the orders?” He slapped her ass firmly
and she wiggled a little in response. “Do you like that?”

Ducking her head and cursing her lack of hair to conceal her
burning face, she mumbled, “Maybe.” A beat later she continued. “But not too
much. You know, just a little.”

“Hmm…” he murmured as he fit the head of his cock to her
pussy opening. “We will have to see about that some other time. Right now, I
have different things on my mind.” With one slow, smooth stroke, he filled her
and she rose on tiptoe.

“So good. Always so good.”

Paolo reared back and then thrust forward again. “Watching
myself slide in and out of you is fucking sexy,
ragazza
.”

Savannah moaned. “What does that mean?”

He looked sheepish for a moment. “Ah, girlfriend.” His eyes
betrayed his worry at his choice of words when he looked in the mirror again.

“That’s okay, honey.” She squeezed her vaginal walls to show
she wasn’t angry and he gasped.

“
Donna malefica.
”

“What’s that?”

Paolo smirked. “Evil woman.” Taking hold of her hips, he
held her as he began a fast, hard rhythm. “Look at your breasts,
cara
.
They swing with every movement. So beautiful.”

She wasn’t sure she agreed with him on that, but remained
silent. After a moment, Paolo leaned into her more, snaking a hand around to
the front to play with her clit while he drove into her again and again.

Many times, Savannah couldn’t come from penetration alone,
particularly if she’d already come like she just had, but as she watched Paolo
alternating watching her in the mirror and his cock pounding away, she felt the
familiar stirrings of another orgasm. This one wouldn’t be as explosive, but
hey, she wasn’t complaining.

“Come,
amante
. Come again for me,” he growled through
clenched teeth, and a particularly hard thrust, combined with his fingers
pinching her clit hard, sent her over. The combination of pleasure and pain
arched her back, her mouth opening as Paolo drove into her one last time and
found his own release. He strained against her and she forced her eyes open to
watch the pleasure suffuse his gorgeous face. She’d done that to him.
Wow.

He withdrew immediately and took care of the condom before
tucking himself back inside his jeans. With a leer, he looked her up and down
before picking her up and starting out of the bathroom.

“Put me down. I’m too heavy. I’ll make your injury worse.”

“You are…how do you say it…light as a feather.”

Savannah snorted. “Hardly.”

Setting her down gently on the side of the bed, Paolo then
kissed her neck. “You are perfect.”

“Again, hardly.”

He knelt in front of her. “Perfect to me.” Leaning forward,
he kissed her, and all other thoughts vanished like steam from the air.

Paolo was happy Savannah had agreed to one room when he woke
the next morning to a warm, soft body snuggled into him. Savannah had one
little corner of his pillow underneath her head and her face was resting on her
hands. He nearly gave himself a permanent neck kink bending his head to watch
her sleep. But since it might freak her out to wake to him staring at her, he
put his head back down behind hers and tried to fall back to sleep.

It wasn’t to be though. Last night they’d kissed for what
had seemed like forever and yet just a moment or two, and then they’d finally
laughed when her sandal had connected with his shin. Together they took a
shower, which led to more kissing and gentle touches, and both had fallen
asleep shortly after curling up on the bed together, all warm from the shower.
Since it didn’t matter what time he got up, he stayed in bed, tightening his
hold around Savannah.

The thought that it didn’t matter when or really
if
he got up made him a little sad. It wasn’t as if Paolo had worried overmuch
about his living situation since he and Marco had come over to the States,
because he always thought he and his brother would travel and compete together
for the foreseeable future. Now that was all changing, between Marco and
Natalie planning a future together and him quitting bull riding. Maybe he
should just go back home.

Paolo shook his head, turning slightly so he could stare at
the ceiling. Savannah slept on, oblivious to Paolo’s inner torment. He was
older now than he had been when he’d up and left with Marco. He’d been a boy
then, but he was a man now and he needed to figure out how to support himself,
and eventually a wife and family. Would he ever be able to return to
Italia
?
Would his family welcome him back or condemn him for turning his back on them
to follow his brother, who’d been his idol?

He could imagine how hurt their
madre
was about
losing both Marco and Paolo, but their father was the head of the household and
his word was the final word. It always had been—until Marco had challenged it
and left.

“You’re thinking really hard,” Savannah mumbled.

“I am sorry,
cara
. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You got all stiff behind me, and not the good kind of
stiff.”

Paolo pressed his morning erection into the crevice of her
ass. “You mean this good stiff?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

A couple of times during ménages he’d had with other riders,
Paolo had fucked the woman’s ass, and couldn’t deny how good it felt. So tight,
so hot. But he wasn’t sure how the average woman reacted if you suggested
something like that. He hadn’t slept with anyone but a buckle bunny since the
first girl he’d bedded at eighteen before he’d left home. Because of his shy
nature and Marco’s natural magnetism it had taken Paolo longer to come out of
his shell, and so he’d remained a virgin until about nine months before the
brothers had fled.

As an experiment, he used his hand to move his cock between
her legs and slowly thrust. Savannah mewled like a cat and tightened her thighs
around him, arching her back, so he did it a few more times before bringing his
erection back to nestle into the crack of her ass once more. He thrust just the
slightest bit and Savannah let out a soft moan. Would she be open to trying
anal sex with him?

He was terrified to ask. What if she thought he was a
pervert and never wanted to see him again? Paolo had never actually asked
anyone. It had only happened those few times during the ménages he’d engaged in
when he was first on the tour. With no parents looking over his shoulder, he’d
gone a little nuts with the women. Thankfully Marco had sat him down for a talk
after he’d found Natalie, and Paolo had cooled it since then. He never wanted
to be one of those guys women used to say they’d fucked a bull rider and by the
time Marco had pointed that out to him, he’d been dangerously close.

Paolo moved back and then pushed forward again. Even this
felt pretty good, but he knew getting inside Savannah, whether her ass or her
pussy, would be exquisite. Stretching out his arm behind him, he blindly
fumbled for the box of condoms on the nightstand and extracted one. After
rolling onto his side with Savannah’s back to his front once more, he put on
the condom. Hopefully she was up for some sex before her caffeine injection.

Savannah was still dozing and he used a finger to probe
gently between her pussy lips. Wet. As soon as he slid a finger inside she
murmured and pushed back. He replaced his finger with his cock and moved her
leg to get better access. Slowly he entered her, using his right arm to flick
idly at her nipples, continuing to guard his injured side.

She began to move against him and a few moments later he
separated their torsos, watching once more as he thrust in and out of her. He
ran his index finger through her wetness several times and took a deep breath.
Watching avidly, he circled her pucker lightly. Savannah didn’t freak out so he
moved just the very tip of his finger inside and she groaned. He froze. Had he
messed up?

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I-I like it. I’ve just never—”

“Shh.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder blade. “We
don’t have to do anything you are not comfortable with.”

“I want to try it. I’ve heard about it from some of my
girlfriends.”

“We’ll go slow.” His finger was still nestled just inside
her, not even past the ring of muscle. Paolo slowly withdrew both his finger
and his dick and stood. “Wait here for a moment.”

He went into the bathroom in search of the small bottle of
lube that should be with his toiletries. Spying it, he grabbed it and brought
it back into the bedroom. Savannah was still on her side and she watched him as
he returned. Paolo showed the lube to her and she nodded.

Moving behind her once more, Paolo poured some lube onto two
of his fingers. He pushed his cock back into her pussy and then pressed one
finger inside her anus slowly. She made a sound he couldn’t tell was good or
not, and he stopped.

“
Cara?
”

“It’s okay. It was just cold and surprised me a little.”

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“I will.” His finger slid in a little farther as he backed
his cock out, figuring it might be easier if she wasn’t impaled on both.
Savannah moaned when he was in to the knuckle. “Oh God, that feels…I don’t
know. I can’t even describe it.”

“All right, though?” She nodded and he released a relieved
breath. Paolo began a counterpoint with his cock and his finger, slowly fucking
both her pussy and her ass. When he could move easily within her ass, he added
another finger. Savannah squirmed and he stopped again.

“No, don’t,” she cried out and he began to withdraw.
Savannah reached back, grabbing his wrist. “I meant don’t stop.” Any blood left
in his brain departed for points south and he growled as she tightened down on
him. “Fuck me, Paolo. Fuck my ass. I want you to.”

“You need more preparation.”

“I want to try. Please. I’m dying, Paolo. I’m so hot.”

“If it hurts—”

“Yes, I’ll tell you.”

He withdrew and wiped his hand on a towel he’d also brought
from the bathroom and then smacked her ass, watching as a red handprint bloomed
on the creamy, pale skin. “Get up on your hands and knees,
amante
. It will
be easier for you.” Hopefully his side would hold up under the assault he was
no doubt going to put it through. Even if it hurt like hell though, he had a
feeling it would be worth it.

Savannah did and he nearly came from the sight in front of
him. Her glistening pussy was spread invitingly and she’d widened her thighs
enough that he could see the pucker of her ass waiting for his dick. He didn’t
want her stretched hole to close, so he quickly knelt behind her, still hardly
able to believe she was letting him do this.

When he and Marco had talked he’d been surprised to find out
he was far more sexually experienced than his brother. While Marco hadn’t gone
into specifics, Paolo knew his experiences had been more varied than those of
his older brother.

He fit the head of his cock to her entrance and said, “It
might hurt a little when I go through the muscle, but if it doesn’t get better
you must tell me.”

She whined and he began to push inside, using one hand to
hold her hip and the other to play with her clit. For the pain to morph quickly
into pleasure, he needed to make sure she was relaxed and yet still excited.
The head popped through the ring of muscle and his teeth clacked together.
There was no way he was going to last.

“More, please.” Savannah squirmed and he gasped.

Forcing himself to continue to move slowly and gently, he
pushed the rest of the way in until his hips rested against her ass. “Still
okay?”

“It’s so weird.”

“Weird good?”

“Yeah.”

He was already breathing hard, so he was glad she wasn’t
trying to throw him off her. Paolo would, of course, stop immediately if she
wanted him to, but his balls might explode if he did. Building speed slowly, he
pulled out about halfway and eased back inside. Savannah was burning hot and he
couldn’t resist speeding up when she pushed back against him.

“Fuck…” he muttered. “You are so good,
amante
.”

“You too, you too,” she chanted. “Need to come. Oh God.”

Paolo relentlessly moved his fingers over her clit, now
pounding into her from behind. It was difficult, particularly given his injury,
to keep his balance this way and he had to widen the stance of his thighs to
avoid toppling over. But the sweet sounds of Savannah starting her orgasm and
the subsequent clenching down on his cock by her tight little ass had him
losing control.

He rammed as far into Savannah as he could, his head
dropping back as his jaw clicked and his eyes lost their focus. It was one of
the strongest, longest orgasms he’d ever had and he collapsed on his back on
the bed, desperately trying to pull oxygen into his lungs. His side hurt like
hell too and he knew he’d have to take some pills to get through the day.

Once he had taken what felt like an hour to recover, he
glanced at the clock. He was surprised Marco hadn’t called already, especially
since he and Savannah had disappeared last night. Paolo figured Natalie had
stopped Marco from calling last night. For some reason the idea of Natalie
telling Marco to leave him alone so he could bang his woman was funny and he
laughed quietly to himself.

Savannah rolled to look at him. “What’s so funny? Because
I’ve got to tell you, hearing a guy laugh like that right after you’ve tried a
brand-new sexual position isn’t exactly an ego boost.”

“I was thinking that Marco probably wanted to call last
night and Natalie didn’t let him. I am sure he will call soon though, so we
should get in the shower.”

One dark eyebrow rose. “We?”

“I like dual showers.”

“I bet, since the last time that happened you got a
blowjob.”

He grinned. “I did like that part, but I also liked running
my hands all over your wet, naked body.”

“Before I give you a blowjob.”

“If that’s what you want to do, I won’t stop you.”

“Okay, we can take a shower, but if we do we need to keep an
eye on that bruise.”

“If you’re blowing me I won’t care about the bruise.”

With an amused shake of her head, Savannah rose and went
into the bathroom. Paolo gave her a few minutes to do whatever it was females
did before they even got in the shower and used the opportunity to text Marco.
He figured they’d have to catch a quick lunch by the time they were ready to
check out of the hotel and he didn’t want his brother to feel as if he had to
wait for them.

Marco gave him a little bit of ribbing about his
disappearing act, but seemed fine with Paolo’s plan. He also didn’t ask if
Paolo had thought about his options. That would probably be coming later when
they saw each other in person. Paolo sighed. He still had no idea what he
wanted to do. A decision would have to made, and sooner rather than later. He
couldn’t just follow his brother around with nothing to do of his own.

Paolo rose and trudged into the bathroom. Savannah was just
stepping under the spray and he decided moping around wouldn’t do him any good.
It certainly wouldn’t make Savannah want to stick around. He was surprised at
how much he wanted her to. He could think of a ton of things he wanted to do to
and for Savannah, and many of them didn’t even involve sex.

After brushing his teeth, he climbed into the back of the
tub. Savannah was facing away from the spray, rinsing her short hair, and Paolo
marveled at how much he liked her cut. Normally he’d be all about grabbing a
woman’s hair in the throes of passion, but the fact he couldn’t was actually
kind of intriguing. Once her hair was rinsed she opened her eyes.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“What’re you looking at?”

He smirked. “What do you think I’m looking at? I’m looking
at you.” She flicked some water at him and he ducked before flicking some back
at her.

“No fair.”

“Why is it not fair for me to do what you just did to me?”

“Because I’m a girl. I think you just like looking at my
naked body.”

“Well yes,
cara
. I am a man.”

Her gaze dragged down his torso to where his cock was
reviving and said, “Yes, you are, baby.” Turning out of the spray, she motioned
him under it. “Your turn.”

She grabbed a towel and wiped the water out of her eyes as
he washed his hair. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“I told Marco we would find him close to the start of the
event. There is no reason to get there early and it will take us a while to pack
and check out. We’re leaving our luggage here along with Marco’s and Natalie’s.
Once the event is over we’ll come back and pick it up.”