Giorgio (Vigilance #1) - Silvia Violet Page 0,27

it into his mouth and sucking. My cock jerked against his ass, and I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against him.

He took another finger into his mouth and kept sucking hard. I began to wonder if I could come just from that. When he finally pulled off my fingers, he nipped the tips and the sharp pain sent pleasure zinging through my body.

“Just one time,” he said.

I held my breath. Did he mean what I thought he did? “Giorgio, do you—”

He turned toward me, and my words caught in my throat. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. It was rough and intense, his tongue pushing its way in as I opened to him. I knew he wasn’t thinking clearly, but I was caught up in the moment. I slid my hands up his chest and toyed with his nipple rings, making him groan.

I should push him away. I should stop this, but I didn’t want to.

“I need control,” he whispered against my mouth. “I need you to obey.”

“Anything.” I would do fucking anything to have him again. I’d never been able to let go with a man the way I had with him. My instincts told me I could trust him, that he would keep me safe even if I surrendered everything.

His eyes darkened. “You’d let me do anything to you?”

“I…” I swallowed hard. This was insane. I had limits. “There are some things I don’t want, but…”

“You know I’ll push you right to the edge of your limits, but I won’t hurt you.”

I nodded. “Please.”

“You’re so fucking eager, and I love how open you are. Sometime I want to see you ride that plug you packed, watch it stretch you open. Do you think you could take it and me at the same time?”

“Oh. My. God.” The thought of that. It would hurt, but it would be so good, knowing I was pleasing him like that. “Y-you said one time.”

“I…” He stared at me, a look of hunger in his eyes. I wanted to push, but that might make him stop, and stopping was the last thing I wanted. I needed him as much as he seemed to need me. It was the only way either of us would get more sleep. If he had me again, it would only make him want more. If once was going to be enough, he wouldn’t have been watching me like he wanted to devour me.

I brushed my thumb over his lips, and he shuddered. Seeming to snap out of his trance, he pushed at my chest.

“On your back. Hands over your head.”

My heart pounded as he forced me to roll over. Slowly, I reached my hands up.

“Hold on to the headboard and don’t let go.”

“What will happen if I do?”

“Do you want to be punished? Is that what you need?”

Did I? I wasn’t sure of anything but how much I wanted this infuriating man.

“I can do that. I can punish you, torment you, never let you come.”

My mouth was suddenly bone dry, and my heart pounded furiously. Could he hear it?

He caressed my throat and flicked his tongue over my pulse point. “I think you do. I think you’re trying my patience because you know you need discipline.”

I shook my head. “I don’t. I just… I just need your cock.”

“You’re only going to get it if you can be good. Can you be good for me?”

“So good.” I wasn’t sure that was true, but I would have said anything to get him to do more than toy with me.

He raised his brows and looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my straining cock that was tenting my sleep pants. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“Me either.”

He smiled then, the real smile I’d been longing to see. I’d done that. He’d been shaken from his dream, but I’d made him smile. I lifted my hips, fucking the air. “I need you so bad. I’ll be good. I can do it.”

He pulled an elastic band from his wrist and used it to pull his hair back.

“I like your hair down.” His smile sent warmth all through me.

“I’m glad you do, but I need my hair out of the way for what I have planned.” He took hold of my waistband and slid my pants down until he could tuck them behind my balls. Once he’d exposed me, he ran a finger from my balls to the tip of my cock and teased my slit, capturing the precum