"But... I-I don't think here is comfortable enough," I stammered,
My body was already betraying me it was trembling, I was blushing at the same time wet. I couldn't stop imagining his hands on my skin, him moaning my name and my lips on his.
Alessandro waved to the waitress as she came to him and leaned close he whisper something in her ear. I couldn't make it out, but whatever he said made her smile.
"This way, please," she said smiling
I followed them, my heels clicking softly against the tiled floor we got to a narrow stairs that led to a discreet set of private room by the right. my heart skipped a beat again.
"I didn't know there was a motel here…" I said to myself. "Why am I going here, am I really doing this, oh Camila shame on you." My right hand on my head.
The door clicked open.
I stepped inside slowly, my mind was static, my emotions has betrayed me, doing this with a total stranger. The room light was dim as it shed red light, glowing from the chandelier above.
Before I could speak, Alessandro was behind me. His hand gripped my waist as he pulled me closer against him, gave me a turn till my hands landed on his chest.
His fingers crawled the curve of my hips, then slowly he slipped up, very intentional until he cupped my breast. A gasp escaped slowly and helplessly.
He kept caressing my breast, until I placed my hand on his, trying to stop him gently. "Wait… I—I don't think we should—"
He placed his lips tightly on mine,silencing me with a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. He unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed me more deeper, tongue tangling in mine, breath hitching. His hands grabbed my ass, fiercely and firmly. He groaned in my mouth.
"Fuck…" he moan, voice thick with need.
Again, I hesitated. "Stop, no no not now Alessandro "
He paused, eyes locked into mine. "Are you a virgin?" He pecked my lips "should I be gentle?"
Before I could answer, his fingers slid beneath my short gown. I swallowed a breath as he hooked my panties dragging them down slowing. Till he could reach to my wetness. I didn't dare look at him as I closed my eyes gasping for air. It was too intense.
He groaned low in my ear, like a sinful prayer. "Damn... you feel so good. Fuck ..and sweet. "
My mind was fogged with so many thoughts Every stroke of his fingers sent shivers through me. I moaned—soft at first, then louder as the pleasure increased. His touch was devastating.
"This... this is it," I moaned out, "Oh God…"
Then he stopped. "You said you didn't want this," he said, teasing. "Maybe I should stop."
"No," I whispered, eyes wide with need. "Don't stop."
I leaned close to his ear, breath trembling. "F—fuck me." I grabbed his tight "Fuck me hard, grab me by the throat"
His hands gripped my thighs, and he lifted me effortlessly "yes baby" he growled his voice was hard and rough.
His tongue found me, warm and slow , he pushed his head deeper and it he started fast, teasing every inch of my swollen clit. I cried out, hands clawing at the sheets, hips grinding against his mouth. He moaned against me, the vibration sending another sensation to my spines.
His hands crawled through my body , cupping my breast, caressing my nipples and exploring every part that made me gasp.
Then his phone rang—twice. I reached toward it, but he pinned my wrist down with one hand, never breaking rhythm.
"Let it ring," he said, mouth still in me.
When it rang again, he stood up quickly. The name "Emilia" flashed across the screen. He silenced the phone without hesitation.
I watched him gulp down water, his chest rising and falling,
I walked toward him and kissed him—slow, sensual. Then I gently jumped on him kissing him more roughly he grabbed my butt, I gently pushed him back toward the bed, sinking to my knees. My hair fell around my face as I unzip his shorts and took him in my mouth.
His head fell back with a growl. "Shit… baby… stop or I'll—" he groaned out, his eyeball almost closing.
But I didn't stop. I licked and stroked him, working him slowly, sucking him deeply ,His hands tangled in my hair, grabbing them tightly, guiding me as his hips jerked forward. "You're gonna make me lose control." He moaned.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled me up and laid me on the bed, eyes dark with lust.
Then he slid into me—slow, he was thick, filling—and I gasped.
We moved in sync, our bodies tangled in a rhythm that felt like wildfire. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning his name again and again as he drove deeper into me. He went faster, jerking on me, faster as I couldn't resist he was moving in me aggressively at the same time pleasing.
"I'm close," he whispered against my lips.
"Come for me," I whispered back.
He kept stroking me deeper
And he did—groaning into my neck, his body pulsing inside mine.
He collapsed beside me, both of us breathless, spent, and tangled in each other.
For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel empty. I felt alive.
We lay there in silence—his arm draped over my waist, my head resting on his bare chest. My skin was flushed, my lips swollen, I could feel the hickey on my neck, and my heart still hadn't slowed. For the first time in forever, I felt wanted… seen.
But then my eyes drifted to the phone I remembered how it played out, the name was Emilia
Emilia.
Her name was still glowing on the screen like a warning light in my mind.
I turned my head slightly. "Who's Emilia?"
His fingers crawled lazily over my skin. "No one."
I blinked, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. "That answer feels lame, for real who's she?"
He didn't look at me. Just stared at the Tv that wasn't visualizing anything like the question hadn't been asked.
I pushed up on one elbow, my voice pointed. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"No."
"Your wife?"
He snapped his gaze to mine and even more amused. "Do I look married?"
I studied his face. His eyes narrowed, his body was restless.
"Then who is she?" I pressed, trying not to sound jealous, but couldn't help it.
"A ghost," he muttered. "One that hovers around and never stays buried long."
His voice was Cold. Distant.
I sat up, holding the sheet against my chest.the feeling of warmth I felt earlier was gone, as it was replaced with sadness.
He finally spoke again, voice low. "She's someone I wouldn't want you to know or be bothered about"
I swallowed hard. "And now she's calling you."
"She always calls when she wants something," he said nonchalantly reaching out to a cigarette . "She knows how to find me. Even in moments like this." He stood up naked.
I didn't know what to say. My heart was filled with pain, not because of the intimacy but the replies"
"Should I go?" I asked softly.
He turned to me then, cupping my cheek with surprising tenderness. "No. You're not the one running."
I nodded slowly, but my chest ached.
I could feel his body here with me but his heart was far.
He didn't look at me as he began pulling on his shorts, then reached for his shirt without a word.
I sat there, wrapped in the sheet,heart beating fast, "Are you leaving now?"
He was silent as he reached out to his wallet and droop a thick bundle of cash on the table.The sound of it hitting the wood echoed louder than any words.
I blinked,
He paused for few seconds, blew out a smoke from his cigarette, enough to make me think he might explain but then he uttered "That's for the room."
That was a big lie, the money was a-lot, he could pay for more than twenty nights here.
I stared at the cash, my cheeks turned pale, my ears were teary.
"Alessandro…" My voice cracked.
Before I could utter a word, his phone buzzed again. He checked it and his eyes narrowed it was Jayden his right hand man. he answered.
"Speak"
He turned away.
"What? Now?" His jaw tightened "say no more jay I'm on my way"
He hung up
I watched from my bed every movement of his body was alarmed, he searched for his car keys with an energy that tells he was in a hurry. The same man who moaned my name an hour ago, is different all of a sudden.
"Who was that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm
He didn't answer.
I stood up,and patted his back as I found his keys, I stretched it towards him "Was it her again? Emilia?"
"No," he said quickly, voice clipped. "It was… work."
"Right." I scoffed lightly, trying to cover the pain I was feeling. "Thanks for the cash. Real gentleman move."
He didn't reply.
He just grabbed his keys, gave a cold smile as he walked out the door.