Chapter Twenty-four – Darkened Corners

He held her close as he walked along, knowing the thought of being seen, even in a place this dark only added to the appeal and made everything so much hotter. Not that doing things in public was something he did a lot of, but the few times he had, it had been in a club like this and it was always insane. Hell, he just fingered her on an open dance floor and he got harder than he had thought he would ever be. And his well laid out plans was killing him.

      The best thing was that they were flying back home tomorrow morning and by the afternoon, he would have them on a private boat and headed off to Venice and then they had to come back Sunday. Not that it left him a lot of time with this woman that he so enjoyed. He finally stopped and then lightly pushed her into the darkened corner, his lips capturing her, his hands holding on tightly to her hips and his thigh pushing between her legs and rubbing her sex.

      He wished he could begin to understand this woman that drove him crazy, but he was coming up with nothing. His tongue swept out and hers flicked against his as she moaned deeply, and her hands fished in his hair. And fuck, when she pulled, he could feel himself get even harder. He finally broke the kiss and grinned as she whimpered from the loss of his lips against hers.

      "They will be elsewhere, cara mia." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as his lips moved down her neck and over her chest and he silently was cursing himself out for not getting something that he could move to give him access to her breasts. His hands trailed over her thighs and he pushed the dress up slightly as he moved to his knees. Lord, could he not wait to get another taste of her.

      His eyes looked up at her, her lips parted, a silent moan there on her lips. His fingers danced over her thighs before he pushed them a little wider and moved so that his tongue could run over her slick folds. Her hands moved to his hair as his hand held onto her thighs, his tongue slipping into her center. He moaned against her and she tightened her fingers, slightly tugging on his hair and he relished the sting.

      He watched her as his tongue slowly pumped in and out and then barely moved up to flick around her clit. She was exquisite when in the throw of passion and he loved watching her. And very soon, he couldn't wait to feel this sweet, tight pushing against his dick. She rolled her hips and he could so easily tell what she needed. His hand shifted so that he could add one finger and then another as his tongue moved to her clit and drew the hard nub into his mouth.

      He watched her as he tugged on her clit, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue, watched as she breathed hard and fast, unable to get enough air. And he felt her walls tighten around his fingers as the next start of her orgasm started. He pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue into her as his thumb rolled over her clit. Her back arched and her hands tugged on his hair as she came hard, her sweet scent and taste spilling out all over his tongue and mouth, and he lapped and sucked everything off. Her taste was addicting and he refused to let anything be missed.

      He placed a kiss over her sweet sex, smiling at the sharp intake of breath and then placed kisses over her thighs as he pulled the dress down. Then he stood up and placed his arm over her head, making it look like they were talking if anyone happened by. Ramon ran his thumb over her lip and Jeanette looked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with lust.

      "Ramon." Sweet Jesus, his name in that breathy moan made him ache even more.

      "Yes Jeanette?" He couldn't help but grin at the way she shivered at his tone. He could admit he liked knowing the effect he had on her and that he wasn't alone.

      "What about…you? You must be hurting?" Oh, he was, but he still wasn't out to seek his pleasure, and he could wait.

      "Do not worry about me, innamorato (sweetheart)." He watched as Jeanette's eyes narrowed slightly and he smirked, not sure how he got to read her so well, but he could see the worry in the depths of her eyes. "Do not worry, bella, you are the only one I am with. I may have never had a girlfriend, but I never sleep with more than one female at a time. Now tell me," he said as his fingers twisted in her hair, "have you ever been this naughty?"

      "In public, no, though it is something I have always wondered about. You know the high and the power."

      "And was it everything you thought it might be?" Her lips quirked up into a smirk and he couldn't but be curious about what was going through her mind. "Well?"

      "I'll let you know." He took a step back as he watched her, not understanding what she meant.

      "Let me know?" he repeated. But that was it before she shoved him and then spun him around, his back hitting the wall.

      "When public has come to my mind, Ramon, it's not always about receiving." It took his sex hazed mind a moment to register what her intentions were with those words. And by the time he had worked it out, she was carefully on her knees, her mouth level with the hard dick that was pushing tight into the zipper of his pants. And after seeing her there, her eyes gazing up at him and her hands rubbing over his thighs and hips, he had no strength left to refuse her; fuck, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

      She smirked and then her gaze shifted to his pants, undoing the button and zipper, and then giving herself just enough wiggle room to pull his raging hard on out. Her gaze stayed on him and her mouth opened wide in shock and a burst of male pride shot through him. He watched as she licked her lips before running her hand over him and he let out a hiss.

      "I do not believe I have ever been so hard, innamorato (sweetheart), so please do not tease me, I am not sure I could stand it right now." Fuck, if she didn't do something soon, he knew he would explode and hell that would for sure be new for him.

      "Don't worry Ramon; I will take good care of you." Her hand slid over him before her tongue did and finally her mouth. She deep throated him and his hand flew to her hair while the other one pushed against the wall, holding him up.

      "Fuck, cara mia," he growled out, her teeth doing new things to him. She looked up and watched him as she moved over, sucking him harder as she pulled back and using her teeth and tongue when she moved forward. And he swore that he would lose his damn mind by how amazing that all felt to him. How anyone could let a woman who was that skilled go, was mind boggling.

      He could feel the start rolling through his spine and could feel his sac tightening and never, not even as a teenager, and he been brought forth to an orgasm that fast. His hands tightened in her hair, but he allowed her to pull away if she didn't want that. But yet again, she surprised him as she reached up and grabbed his wrists, tugging on her hair and he got it; he had held her head in place as she sucked him dry. And God damn did he enjoy that way too much. Carefully she helped him put his still semi hard cock away and he held his hand out for her, helping her up. And the moment she was on her own two feet, he pulled her in his arms and pushed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. He wanted her to make sure she felt him there for quite a while throughout the night.

      He kept her close as they finally broke part, his forehead resting against her and he smiled as he saw the devilish glint in her eye. He ran his hands over her hips, his tongue running over his own lips, tasting a mix of both him and her, and he loved it.

      "So, cara mia?"

      "I think I rather like things in public; that shit was hot and sexy. I might have to keep that in mind for future stories or…" but she stopped and he lifted a brow.

      "But what, Jeanette?"

      "Or for any future partners." Ramon ground his back teeth together, not liking the sound of that. Damn it, Jeanette was his and he was not the type to share, now or ever.