Chapter 17

I was so fucking embarrassed about what happened at the pond. Lourdes told me Adrianna left last night and Ferd had taken her. She was back and getting ready to join me at breakfast. I didn’t think she would come back; I wouldn’t if I was her. If she knew what I was capable of, then she would stay hidden.

“Oh, you’re here,” I said as I entered the kitchen. I tried to hide the relief she had come back, but I was sure she saw it written all over my face.

She smiled. “I have a bad hangover and I need much TLC, aka coffee.” I wondered for a split second if her reference to a hangover was a punt at me, but then I saw the way she was filling her coffee and with her sunglasses neatly covering her eyes, I realized I was being paranoid.

“Good night?”

I could do this. A light-hearted conversation could lead to us connecting and talking like normal people. This was how it worked. I’d never needed to do it but felt the urge to do it right now.

“Yeah, girls catching up and my friend is getting married in exactly five months and one week. Not that she’s counting.”

I nodded. “Spring wedding. Nice.”

“Yeah, she seems happy, they both do. He found me passed out on their couch this morning.”

I laughed at the idea of her friend’s fiancé finding Adrianna on his couch. I’d seen a couple of movies, not by choice. More of a case of my cousins thinking I needed to lighten up, and we’d watched a couple of these rom-com movies together. They would always consist of the female main character having two best friends, something I never understood. Why did she always need two? And I remember there would always be a scene where they would need to get drunk over a guy or their kids and it would consist of them passing out drunk on a sofa, with someone finding them the next morning.

My drunken state led to confusion. I spent most of my time the next day trying to figure out what I’d said, and even worse, what I could have done.

“Are you going to stand there all day watching me, or are you going to join me?”

I nodded. “Sorry, my mind drifted and I started to think about something else. Do you and your girlfriend have plans today?”

She took off her glasses and struggled for a few seconds to adjust her eyesight to the light. Even with her hangover, I considered she should look a mess, like I did in the mornings. She looked sexy as hell, though, with her hair all ruffled and her eyes still glowing, even if she was trying to see through the light.

“I thought maybe I needed to be here for something.”

I crossed my arms, still undecided about what I planned to do today.

“Tell me, Adrianna, what do you like to do?”

She shrugged. “All I ever do is work, and since I’ve been here, I’ve done none of that.”

I shook my head. “You didn’t answer the question. I asked what you like to do. Not what do you need to do to survive. Working is about getting money to pay the bills, to have a roof over your head. I’m asking what you like to do for fun.”

She sighed as if she was thinking about the question.

“I remember when I was little, I used to love playing backgammon with my Uncle Ted during Christmas. It used to be the only time I used to enjoy it, knowing he was around, and we would play.”

“Surely, there must be something else? What about reading books, listening to music, playing a sport? The list is endless.”

I realized this was going to be a long-drawn-out conversation. She wasn’t coming out with anything, and I started to realize we were a lot more alike than I’d ever envisaged.

“There’s so many things I enjoy doing, but I never indulge in them unless they have something to do with work. Like playing golf, or chess, or even go to the orchestra.”

She pointed to me, and I nearly choked on my croissant.

“The Chicago Symphony Orchestra. I’ve been dying to see them since I first came to the city, but there hasn’t been any time.”

“Time is of the essence. You have to make it. I’ll take you one day. Today we’re going to indulge in a game of golf. Sound like a plan?”

“I suppose,” she said hesitantly as if she was worried about the plan.

“What’s up?”

She asked, “What do I wear? And aren’t golf clubs full of rich, arrogant people?”

I laughed. “What, like me?”

She had a point, but I didn’t care, I needed to get out of the house and a game of golf felt like a good idea. We would play, and then come back and eat tonight. I was so fucking wound up; if I didn’t get any release or even leave this house then I would do something I would regret. Something worse than I’d already done. Adrianna was a welcome distraction; she would keep me out of trouble. I didn’t even feel the need for a drink. For the first time since I’d woken up, all I wanted to do was get out and have some fun. I smiled back at her, thinking she’d come into my life at the right time for so many different reasons.

* * *

We had a good time at the golf course, and even better time at the Symphony. My need to drink had subsided for a while, but as soon as I saw the bottle of Louis XIII; I couldn’t help but wet my lips with a shot or two. I didn’t overindulge as I usually did, but it was time for me to sleep. I was exhausted and I had a feeling Adrianna was feeling the same way, too.

“I’m exhausted, even if I hardly walked and spent most of my time taking the cart,” she said as she yawned outside her bedroom door. I dropped her at her room, she confessed she still got lost from time-to-time. I found it sweet, whereas she was embarrassed about her confession. It was as if she had to appear tough all the time, the same thing I had to do. I’d managed to spend the day with my phone on silent, ignoring all messages from anyone in the gang. I didn’t want them to spoil the mood; everything which happened yesterday had been firmly swept under the carpet.

I leaned into her, wanting to kiss her.

“Well, you give a good game,” I said as I drew closer.

Her chest was heaving, and her gaze moved to my mouth as she bit on her bottom lip. I opened my mouth, sensing the invitation, a sort of welcome. I felt her soft tongue as I pressed forward, and I slid one hand up her jaw and up to her hair.

“You want more?”

She purred, “Yes.”

I swung the door open to her room, and I couldn’t resist the chemistry between us. She walked backward, and I followed her lead, slamming the door behind me.

I moved close towards her and then my hands ran down her sides before gripping the hem of her golf skirt. I felt she was teasing me on the course, most women wear pants. She wanted me to look at her legs; that had to have been the only reason she bought the set when we entered the golf store.

I dove in for a kiss, and it broke for a second as I lifted her arms and brought her shirt over her head. Then I pushed it to the floor.

My thumbs ran circles across her skin, as I moved my hands to the waist of her skirt, pulling it down and all the way to her ankles.

Everything moved in slow motion as I lifted her feet, taking her shoes and socks off one by one. Our eyes locked, but then my gaze slid over her naked, lush body was eager for my touch. There was no anger or even frustration on my part.

Usually, I fucked.

I did it as a relief, not because I craved a woman, but because I craved sex. This was different, a whole other level and I wasn’t going to think about the road I was embarking on but simply enjoy it.

She had on black panties which only covered half her ass and a matching bra. Her breasts were spilling over the cups.

She came towards me and then she started to pull my polo over my head. She wanted to return the favor as she started to unravel me. I knew she wouldn’t be disappointed once she got to my pants, and saw I was more than willing to enter her this time; there would be no holding back.

She undid my pants and the belt too, then she pushed them both with my boxers to the floor.

“Oh my,” she purred once she saw how gifted I was, and I moved towards her, so I could get rid of my pants which were hanging around my ankles.

It was as if we were talking with our bodies and not our mouths, as my hands moved around her ribs to clasp her bra. Her breasts jumped as I set them free, throwing her bra to the floor. Her breasts pressed against me as if she was urging me on, and I kissed along her neck as her nipples turned into tiny stones.

I buried my face in her chest and then her hands ran through my hair, pulling me closer. I lifted her up and put her on the bed, sitting on top of me.

“I want to suck on them so badly,” I said as I admired them in the light, then she pulled herself back as if giving me permission.

I started to suck on the right nipple as it entered my mouth, using my hand to balance her body perfectly. It tasted fucking delicious. I wanted to sink my cock into her pussy, but I didn’t want this moment to end, which is why I hadn’t ripped her panties off yet. I decided to keep them on, to feel my cock rubbing against her dripping panties.

I slid my hands down her sides, letting my fingers run against her waist to her underwear. A shiver went through her and I closed my eyes tightly trying to resist the urge to pull them off.

I couldn’t control myself any longer, so I tugged on them.

“Oww,” she screamed out because no longer was I gentle, but I had turned into a starved beast.

Grabbing her hips roughly, I lifted her and held her on the base of my cock, with the other hand and pulled her onto me. My head slunk back as I did it, the feeling was so fucking intense. I had to hold on to her, to stop me from exploding, I was the one in control.

The murmurs and purrs escaping her mouth meant she was coming so easily, even without me moving, so I started to move her hips gently. She was on top of me, face-to-face and our bodies started to move in sync. I brought my hand down to her legs, gripping one in each hand, and wrapped them around my waist, bringing her more deeply against me by changing position.

Her head fell back, and she came closer, pulling my hair once again and guiding my mouth back to hers. As our tongues glided together, our mouths matched the motion of our hips.

I touched every inch of her body, and I trailed biting kisses along the back of her shoulders. Her moans were no longer soft purrs, which started to turn into deeper breaths as if she was ready to come, but I wasn’t done yet. No, I’d only fucking started. I moved one hand down to her clit, to make sure she came hard, not only once, but over and over again.

“Shit, I’m coming…”

She trailed off and I pursued her statement. “Do you like this?”

She couldn’t answer as our bodies become covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her damp hair was now swinging out of control. Her eyes were firmly closed, and her movements were becoming more and more frenzied, as she held me so fucking tight, her nails felt like little claws in the back of my head.

I muffled her screams as I thrust harder inside of her, making sure the sounds were in my mouth. Her body slumped onto me, as I held on to her, and started to take control of her every movement.

“I’m not done yet,” I growled, as I started to join her, but I wanted her to come again. It couldn’t be only once. I would feel cheated, I decided to put someone else’s emotions in front of mine.

“Sorry, I feel so weak. It was so intense,” she said as I lifted her off me.

I shook my head. “Don’t apologize, it’s okay.”

I moved towards the bathroom, wanting to jerk off and finish what I’d started. She shook her head. “No. I want to help you.”

She went on all fours and decided to hold my cock with her hand, she couldn’t suck me, she couldn’t take me whole. I stood my ground firmly as she cleared her cum off my cock and then started to tease my balls, not with her fingers, but with her tongue. She laved them from the start to the finish, before she started to work my cock.

I couldn’t believe he was on all fours in front of me and sucking my cock as if she was born to do it; first, she licked around the tip and then further each time, taking me deeper and deeper.

I found myself holding on to the bathroom door to try and balance myself, she had made me weak, as I’d done a few seconds ago with her. There was something magical about what she was doing with her tongue. She wasn’t lacing it around my cock to make me cum. No, she was enjoying herself, and the idea of her having such pleasure with it, made me want to cum even more.

“Yes,” she said as she gave herself a little break and then put it in her mouth.

One hand was holding on to the door, while the other was holding the back of her head, guiding her way around my cock. She was teasing, enjoying, and pleasing me at the same time.

I felt as if I was in heaven, even if I did belong in hell. I started to jerk, no longer being able to control myself. It was as if I was completely frail at the knees as I couldn’t even see the light in front of me. I lost sight of everything as I fucking exploded in her mouth. It didn’t stop, it felt like it was going on and on like an automatic gun.

Finally, it came to an end, no longer was I holding on to the back of her head, but both hands were on the door as I tried to get balance. Finally, I could see clearly as she flicked her head back, she was swallowing not some, but all of my cum. It made me proud to have her satisfy me. Then she smiled as she stood. “Are you going to join me on the bed?”

I would sleep with her, but I hoped she didn’t think this would be a habit. She turned to switch off the light. I was thirty-five years old and I’d never spent the night in the same bed as a woman. Never. I’d fuck and leave. Adrianna was doing something to me, making me feel things I didn’t think was possible and it fucking scared me.

* * *

A whole week had passed and there was nothing from Vedova Nera. My time with Adrianna was getting intense. I was spending more time with her, sleeping, eating and even cooking for her. It was as if we were on honeymoon or something, and I was losing all sense of time, and worst of all, sense of business. I decided I needed to get out of the house and at least get on with work.

There was one problem. I didn’t know what the fuck that meant.

Did I go to the casinos and check out how the money laundering was doing, or the night clubs to see if there was an issue? I had Juan picking me up in a few minutes, so I was dressed and ready to go. I planned to meet Juan and Diego and find out how things were going, and to get a sense of how things were going. I’d been clean for one week. No drinking, eating normally, and feeling like my old self again. That had to fucking count for something.

-Te veo manaña, hoy no puedo. D.

A text from Diego, telling me he couldn't make it, and it was as if they were together because within seconds the same thing happened with Juan. He sent me the same message.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, so I sent them a text.

-Get the fuck here, if you want to live!

It was a Saturday night and I had nothing to do. Usually, I would go to an illegal poker game, or a nightclub to keep relations going, but now I had nothing to do.

Nothing to do at all.

I knew I had to find a way to make amends with the gang, or I wouldn’t be head of anything, but more the bottom of the pile and a moving target.

“What’s wrong?” Adrianna asked as she entered my room. I didn’t know what to say to her. There was so much going through my head. I wasn’t the type to talk about my emotions, especially with someone I’d shared bodily fluids with on a regular basis lately.

“Did you hear me?” she said as she came close and then put her hand on my chest, which was all it took for my cock to start growing hard against her.

“Are you ever tired?”

I laughed. “Aren’t you?”

She yanked off my tie from my collar and she tossed it on the bed. I smiled as her lips met mine and then I shook my head. I was supposed to be thinking of a way to make it up to the gang, not fucking Adrianna as I’d been doing for days now. I decided to show her who was boss as I moved her back onto the wall. I put my hand in her shirt and cupped her breasts. I could feel her pebbled nipples through her bra, and I roughly pulled her breasts out of them. It was as if the bra was a thin strap, and her full breasts were always enclosed by them, dying to escape.

I reached down her skirt and was ready to take off her underwear when I noticed there was nothing.

No panties.

“You are a dirty girl,” I growled, unable to resist any longer. Her eyes started to flutter as she closed them tight. I magically managed to keep her in one place and then undid my belt, pants and boxers, which dropped down my ankles. We were both naked from the waist downwards, and I wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels against my butt. Then my dick as if it was a radar found its way into her pussy and with one more lift, I was deep inside of her.

We were breathing and moaning into each other’s mouths. I was fucking her, this wasn’t a romantic scene, but a sexual one. I was taking her quickly and roughly and she was loving it.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded as she held on to me tightly. I watched her face as I pinned her against the wall. The sound of her back against the wall and the thrust of my hips into hers were the only sounds echoing through the room. I was hot. I had left my shirt on, and we were both fully clothed from the waist upwards.

“Fuck!” she screamed as the frustration she’d been holding in, came out like a relief. The feeling I had whenever I craved a drink, was now at the bottom of a bottle. I was rougher than I’d ever been on other days, but she didn’t shy away from it; rather, she was the complete opposite. It was as if she’d craved it even more. Neither of us caring where the staff was, or if someone could accidentally see or hear us. We were on a mission, and as my cum exploded in her wet pussy, I knew my mission was complete. She flopped on the wall, and I did all I could to hold on to her.

Once we’d regained our breaths, she said, “Right, time to call Jen.”

She put her bra in place, wiped her forehead as if nothing had happened and as quick as she was in my room, she was gone again.

I decided I would go to visit Juan and Diego. Even if they weren’t home, at least they would remember me. Even if they didn't’ consider me a boss, at least they could consider me a friend or give me some kind of respect, like they’d done in the past.