FULL NOVELXO Joey: Chapter 11
The safe in Dante’s study is a huge old thing that’s been around since the time of his grandfather. It was cutting edge in its day, but now it’s outdated and needs an upgrade. I guess it serves a purpose though—it keeps most people out. I can’t remember the last time I looked inside there. I’m not sure I’ve ever paid much attention to what goes in there. Money? Important papers? I have the codes to get into it. That’s how much he trusts me. If he walked in here and found me with my head in that safe, he wouldn’t think anything of it. And that’s why even the thought of looking inside when he or Lorenzo isn’t here makes my skin crawl. It shouldn’t have even entered my head, but this thing with Kristin and Vito nags at me constantly. What the hell is this video recording Vito has? Do Dante and Lorenzo even know about it? Maybe I should just ask them?
I made my little sister a promise that I wouldn’t tell them she exists or that she’s in Chicago, but that was before I found out that my long-lost uncle could have a video of the Morettis involved in a murder. Given that I know Dante and Lorenzo so well, I figure it’s probably something to do with their father. But I can’t keep it from them much longer. I don’t care if Kristin’s father told her the Morettis can’t be trusted, they’re the only family I’ve ever had and I’ve never had a single reason to doubt them.
I don’t look inside the safe. It would be a betrayal of their trust in me. Instead, I put the paperwork regarding the new casino on Dante’s desk and leave the room, closing the door behind me. Stretching my neck, I sigh when it cracks. Fuck, I need to get rid of some of this tension I’m holding onto. It’s been two long days since I fucked Joey Moretti, and I can’t stop thinking about how good she felt and how good it would feel to have her again. Just one more taste.
Is she here? I usually know her every move, but I’ve backed off since the other night. It’s the least she deserves.
“Hey, asshole.” The sound of her voice stops me in my tracks.
I spin around, and she’s standing in the doorway of the den, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.
I stride back down the hallway toward her. “Asshole?”
She flashes me a wicked grin. “Hmm. Kinda.”
“And why is that, Guiseppina?”
Her features darken. “Don’t call me that, Max.” She hates her full name and has insisted on being called Joey from the moment she could say the word.
“Then don’t call me an asshole.”
“Fine.” She sighs. “Anyway, I was hoping you’d stop by. I need your help with something.”
“What is it?”
She catches her bottom lip between her teeth and draws in a breath that makes her perfect tits rise and fall. I try to keep my eyes on her face, but I glance down, and she sees me do it too. Busted.
“Well, I was thinking, since you were my first fu—”
“Joey,” I whisper harshly, cutting her off as I push her back through the open doorway to the den. “What the fuck are you doing?”
She laughs. “Relax. Nobody’s home.”
I close the door anyway to give us a little privacy. “There are guards here. Your brothers have ears everywhere.”
“The guards are only ever by the front door or outside now. You know that,” she says with a roll of her eyes. It’s true that since Dante’s daughter was born, the guards’ presence has been restricted within the house. Kat insisted on a friendlier atmosphere to raise their children. But they’re still here, and who knows when one might go wandering somewhere they shouldn’t.
“You’re going to get me fucking killed.”
She puts her hands on my chest. “I would never put you in harm’s way, Max. You know that. I was just playing. I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I narrow my eyes at her. I have no idea if that’s true. Joey Moretti likes to live life on the edge, and I’m flirting with death by even being alone in a room with her. Now that I know how good her lips taste and how tight and hot her pussy is, I’m always partially hard around her and it takes all my effort not to touch her. Fucking her in the alley the other night plays on a loop in my head. I’ve jerked off to the memory way more times than could be considered healthy—even for a red-blooded single man in his early thirties. “Did you actually need my help with something or are you just trying to push my buttons?” I ask, trying to distract myself.
“Oh, I’d love to push every single one of your buttons.” She giggles, her hands brushing down my chest toward my stomach.
I take hold of her wrists before those hands move any lower. “Joey?”
“Yes, I do need your help. But you cut me off before I could finish my sentence,” she says, pouting.
What the fuck is she up to?
“I guess it’s more of a proposition than anything. You know how inexperienced I am when it comes to sex, right?”
Yes. Because I had your tight-as-fuck pussy squeezing my cock and I can’t stop thinking about it. “Hmm.”
“Well, I’m inexperienced in every way. You know what I mean? I only ever kissed a guy before you.”
My cock is throbbing in my pants now and she fucking knows it. “What does that have to do with me?” I grind out the words.
“Well, you also know I trust you more than anyone.”
Now my head throbs along with my cock. I let go of her hands and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What is it, Joey?”
“I want to suck your cock.”
What. The. Fuck.
I blink at her, stupefied. She did not just say that. My brain must be misfiring. Hallucinating from her talking about sex while her hands are on my chest. “What?”
“I want to suck your cock, Max,” she says with a sweet smile.
Fuck. Me. “Joey, you can’t just …”
“Can’t just what? You just fucked me the other night.”
“That was different.”
“How? You took what you wanted. And now I’m asking for what I want.”
I blink at her.
“It was just sex. I get it,” she says, shrugging. “But it was good sex. At least for me. I want to try everything, Max. I want to learn. And you’re the only man apart from my brothers that I trust.”
“You want me to teach you how to suck cock?”
“Yes.”
“Have you lost your mind, Joey?”
“Far from it. In fact, I think my reasoning is pretty solid. I need a teacher, and I figure you seem to know what you’re doing. I know you’d never take advantage of me. I’m going to do this, Max. I’d rather my first time was with you than some rando from a bar.”
Oh, fuck no. She isn’t hooking up with some stranger. I stare into her dark brown eyes. “Are you trying to blackmail me?”
She tosses her hair over her shoulder. Such a fucking brat. Oh, the pleasure I would take in disciplining that out of her. “Not at all. Just making you aware of the reality of the situation.”
I suck on my bottom lip. Am I seriously fucking considering this request? She’s going to kill me. “And where and when exactly would this cocksucking lesson take place?”
“Nobody’s home. Everyone’s out for the afternoon. How about right here, right now?”
“You want to suck my cock here in your brothers’ house?”
“It’s my house too,” she reminds me.
“You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“Then I guess I’ll just find someone at the bar Friday night,” she says with a flippant shrug, and my last shred of restraint and patience snaps.
She goes to walk away, but I grab hold of her wrist, pulling her back to me. “You are not hooking up with random fucking men in bars, baby girl.”
Her cheeks flush with heat and she flutters her long dark lashes at me. “I don’t want to, Max. But I’m almost twenty-two—a grown woman, and there’s so much I want to experience. I’d rather do it with you, but if that’s not an option …” She doesn’t finish that sentence. Instead, she adds, “Please.”
I can’t do this with her. Especially not here. If her brothers walked in here right now, they wouldn’t even question us being alone together, that’s how much they trust me with her. And just like earlier with the safe in their office, even thinking about this feels like a betrayal of that trust. Except my resolve is weakening faster than ice on a hot skillet. How am I supposed to resist those huge brown eyes and those full pink lips when she pleads with me like that? I’m not a fucking saint.
Besides, this would be for her protection, right? If I do this, then she doesn’t go trawling bars to find some complete fuck-nugget to do this with instead. If I agree to what she’s asking, it will be for her benefit, not because I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything else my entire life. And with that, I’ve managed to convince myself that this is the right thing to do.
“On your knees, baby girl.”
Her eyes flash with lust and she smiles as she sinks to the floor.
I open my belt and my zipper, stifling a groan at the relief of giving my aching cock a little more room. But I don’t take it out yet. She didn’t see me the other night at the club, and I don’t want to freak her out before I’ve explained what’s going to happen.
She looks up at me expectantly. She’s a fucking paradox. So naive and innocent but with a body and mind as wicked as sin.
I rub the pad of my thumb over her cheek. “You sure you want this?”
She blinks at me, long dark eyelashes fluttering over her cheeks. “Yes.” She licks the plump bow of her lips.
I pull her hair back, tucking it behind her ears so I can see her perfect face. “You’ll need to breathe through your nose.”
“Okay.”
“I’m a big guy, you might not be able to take all of me right away, but that’s okay. We’re going to train your pretty little throat until you can take every last inch of me.”
She draws in a shaky breath.
“Put your hands on my thighs,” I command.
She does as she’s told, splaying her fingers over my quads. My muscles tighten at her touch. She opens her mouth—expectant and eager. “Patience, Joey,” I say with a smirk, and she narrows her eyes at me. Such a beautiful little brat.
“I didn’t realize this was a lecture.” She glares at me in defiance. “I thought we were having a practical demonstration.”
Fuck me, this girl is dangerous. She is going to drive me to the brink of insanity, which is even more reason to establish some ground rules with her. I ignore her snark and thread my fingers through her hair, palming the back of her head. “When I hit the back of your throat, you’ll gag, maybe even feel like you’re choking. Tears are going to run down this pretty little face. And that’s only gonna make me want to fuck you harder, baby girl.”
She arches an eyebrow at me and fuck me if she doesn’t see that as some sort of challenge. “It is?”
“Yes. And this is why you need to pay attention to me. Because when your hot little mouth is stuffed full of my cock and you’re struggling to breathe, there’s no way in hell you’re going to be able to talk.”
She frowns with confusion.
“If you want me to take it a little easier, you squeeze my thighs, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Do it.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, now.”
She rolls her eyes but squeezes my thighs lightly.
“Harder than that. I’ll need to feel it.”
“Fine,” she mutters, and she squeezes tightly, her fingers digging into my taut muscles.
“Good girl.” Her breath hitches and her eyes shine. Such a slut for praise. “But if you need me to stop, you tap me instead, Joey. You got that?”
She giggles. “Like tapping out?”
“Exactly like tapping out. So try it.”
“Yeah, I’m not gonna need to do that.” She shrugs her shoulders, full of that Moretti confidence that makes me want to prove her wrong.
“Tap. My. Leg.”
“Okay,” she huffs, but she does what she’s told.
“Good.”
She’s staring up at me, almost salivating, and it’s making me crazy. This is her first time, and her eagerness is such a fucking turn on. How the hell am I going to last more than a few minutes fucking that pretty mouth?
“Oh, and Joey? One last thing.” I give her a wicked grin as I finally free my cock from my boxers.
“What’s that?”
“Be careful with your teeth.”
She frowns at me, her eyes still fixed on mine. “I won’t bite you, Max.”
“I wasn’t talking about that, baby girl.” I glance down at my cock and she looks too, seeing it up close and personal for the first time.
“Y-you’re pierced?”
“I am.”
“But you weren’t … I didn’t feel any …”
“I wasn’t far enough into your pussy for you to feel them properly, and if you didn’t know what to expect …”
Her tits shudder with a deep breath, and her cheeks flush pink. “How far in were you again?”
“Not even halfway.”
“Jesus, Max,” she hisses as her gaze flickers back to my face.
The tip of my cock is an inch from her lips, and I’m so close to having her mouth on me, it’s driving me insane. “So, you still want to —”
“Yes,” she insists, cutting me off before I can finish the question.
“Then go ahead, baby girl. Take whatever you can handle.”
She edges forward a little, licking her full pink lips. “Use your hand first, Joey. That way you can have a little more control.”
She nods, wrapping her slender fingers around the base of my shaft and squeezing hard. “Like this?”
My thigh muscles tremble with the effort of holding myself back as heat shudders up my spine. “Yes, exactly like that.”
“Now can I taste you, Max?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunt, anticipation burning through me. How is it that this is her first time and it’s me who feels like I’m about to nut in her face?
Her tongue darts out and licks the bead of precum off the crown of my cock, flicking over my piercing like she knows exactly what she’s doing.
A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“No, never,” she says sweetly as her tongue dances over my skin.
I bite on my lip to stop myself from moaning like a horny fucking teenage boy. I’ve had my cock sucked plenty of times, but never have I been more desperate to have anyone’s lips around me than I am right now.
She hums appreciatively before she guides the tip of my cock inside her soft, wet mouth and begins to suck. I loosen my grip on her hair, letting her go at her own pace for a few minutes despite wanting to fuck her throat more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
She looks up at me, her dark eyes searching mine as she takes me deeper.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” I tell her as my cock pulses inside her.
Her eyes shine with happiness. She’s such a fucking brat the way she pushes my buttons, but she’s still a slut for my praise. So desperate for my approval it scares me. Tightening my grip on her hair, I push her head forward, forcing her to take more of me, and she takes it like a champ. My girl was born to suck cock. I rock my hips, shoving deeper, and the sound of her choking sears my balls with the need to fill her with my cum. She stares up at me, tears and mascara running down her cheeks as she takes deep breaths through her nose.
“Good girl. You’re taking me so well,” I groan as I pull out a little and drive back in again. She gags harder, but she still doesn’t tap me. I’m torn between seeing how far I can push her and wanting to protect her from the side of me that would get off on watching her struggle to breathe.
She sucks harder and saliva runs down her chin, whimpering when I tug her hair. “You’re doing so good. So. Fucking. Good.” I grit out each word as my abs tighten. I’m so close to filling her throat with my cum.
“Mmmf,” she mumbles. Her breathing becomes harsher, and she stops sucking. I’m literally just fucking her face until she squeezes my thigh and I ease up a bit.
“Good girl,” I say, rewarding her for following my instructions because I know how much that must have killed her. Joey Moretti never backs down from any challenge, and that’s all this is to her. “Remember to breathe, Joey,”
“Hmm,” she murmurs, and the sound vibrates through every nerve ending in my cock, making my balls tighten. Swiping my thumb over her cheek, I wipe some of her tears, smudging her makeup further. She blinks at me before she starts to suck my cock again. Her breathing evens out, and her soft moans are just as hot as her gagging.
“Fuck, baby, you’re a natural at this. You know that?” I grunt as I rock my hips, chasing the high she’s about to deliver.
She murmurs contentedly and relaxes her grip on my thighs. “You think you can take a little more, baby girl?”
“Mmm,” she mumbles with a flutter of her eyelashes.
I drive my cock against the back of her throat, and this time she’s ready for me. Her breathing remains steady even as she accepts almost every inch of me. I refrain from feeding her my entire cock. This is still her first time, and she isn’t ready for that.
My fist tightens in her hair. Her succulent pink lips stretched around my shaft as she greedily sucks as much of me as she can is the most exquisite sight I’ve ever seen.
She will never do this with anyone but me. Never. Joey Moretti is mine. All fucking mine. My balls tighten and my cock spasms, my climax pulsing through me—all searing heat and fire raging through my core.
And my girl swallows every last fucking drop, licking me from root to tip even as I pull out of her mouth. Like she’s as fucking desperate for me as I am for her.
My chest heaves and I pant for breath. Grabbing her jaw, I tilt her head up and watch, mesmerized, as she licks her lips, trying to catch the cum and spit that dripped from the sides. I catch a drop with the tip of my thumb and push it back inside her mouth. She sucks on my thumb appreciatively before she releases it with a wet pop. Fucking siren.
“How was that?” she asks. She knows it was good. She just sucked my fucking soul from my body.
“It was fucking perfect, baby girl.”
“It was?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Yes. But any man ever tries to fuck your throat like I just did, I’ll cut off his cock with a rusty blade.”
She sucks in a deep breath that makes her tits jiggle enticingly. “Max. You can’t say things like that.”
I grip her jaw tighter. She’s mine, but I can’t take her. I wish I could keep her for my own.
But the stakes are already way too high.