Chapter 5

• Giovanni
• I grunt, stroking my shaft; my body vibrates as the climax hits, I pant, yanking it. F**k that was good; I haven’t been able to get last night off my mind. Her body tasted so sweet; she bent to will, gave me everything I wanted. I have fucked many women, but none who could take all of me so skillfully. No matter how hard I fucked her, her core clung to me tighter, drenching my shaft, begging to be pulverized. I can’t get her out of my head. This isn’t good, I’ve been doing this for five years, and I’ve never fixated on a snatch like I’m fixed on hers.
• Maybe it’s because I haven’t been participating in these activities too busy the last couple of months. Four months have passed since I had sex before last night; perhaps that is the only reason it felt so damn good. And that’s the reason why I currently have my cock in my hand, thinking of splitting that juicy snatch in two.
• CLICK
• I sit up immediately at the sound of the door closing. Did I hear wrong? Or was someone just in my room? I shuffle out of bed to my feet. The yellow envelope catches my eye on the chair that wasn’t there 10 minutes ago. Shit, someone was in here, which means they saw me. F**k I should have made sure the door was locked, although they should have knocked. I hope it wasn’t Gia; I don’t want to scar her for life or Brandi. I hurry to the bathroom, clean up and grab a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, pull them on and hurry downstairs.
• I walk in on Gia straddling that man she’s only known a week.
• “Papi,” she jumps of him, embarrassed.
• “Mr.C,” he looks at me, grinning. Ugh, I want to shoot him.
• “That’s Mr.Caputo to you.” I shuffle uncomfortably as she fixes her clothes; I sigh; I know she is twenty, but this still feels so wrong to me. Once she’s done, I ask her what I wanted to know.
• “Did you uhh, deliver the envelope to my room?” I avert my eyes, too ashamed of what she might have seen.
• “Ah, no, Brandi did, is something wrong?”
• “No... where’s Brandi?”
• “She left after coming back down; she said she didn’t feel well.” Shit, she saw me, and one look was enough to make her sick. I groan. I don’t know how I’m going to face her again.
• “Ok.” I turn to leave.
• “Papi.”
• “Yeah, sweetie.”
• “I’m moving in with Carlos this weekend.”
• “WHAT?” I spin around to face them. Is she serious?
• “I’m twenty-six, and I just think it’s time I stop living with my father.”
• “I agree, but I don’t think you should live with him.”
• “Papi, I’m a grown-up; you can’t keep treating me like I’m a child.”
• “It’s been a week, sweetie; we’ll discuss this tomorrow.” I walk up to her and kiss her cheek; she puffs her face up and pouts. I don’t know how she expects me to take her seriously when she acts so childish. Move-in with a man she’s known less than two weeks, over my dead body.
• “Good night, sweetie.”
• “Good night Papi.”
• “Good night Papi.” I turn to head to the kitchen, deciding I could use a drink. A light catches my eye as I walk past the window; it’s a car light. I head to the door; Brandi’s car is still here; it isn’t moving. Is she ok? I walk down the steps and make my way to the car, approaching from behind.
• “Gio.” She moans, which stops me in my tracks. Is she moaning my name?
• “Gio.” She moans again, she clearly said Gio, but it could be any Gio; she calls me Mr.C or Mr.Caputo, plus why would she masturbate in the driveway thinking about me. Shit, she was in the room when I was masturbating. Did it turn on to the point of fucking herself?
• I sigh, running my hand through my hair. I have to talk to her, make sure she’s ok. Having fantasies about older men isn’t uncommon, but she’s sweet and innocent; I don’t want to corrupt her.
• “Brandi.”
• “Shit.” I give her a few minutes to get herself together then approach her window slowly.
• “Brandi, are you ok…..”My eyes travel to her heaving chest; one of her breasts is out, her dress is hiked up, her hands are still between her thighs. Her eyes laced with desire, she slowly pulls her wet fingers. My dick hardens instantly at the disheveled sight before me.
• “Mr.C,” she whispers, my name, almost sounding like she’s moaning. My throat goes dry as desire runs through my body. I want to take her fingers and lick them clean, spread her legs and bury my face between her thighs. I lean closer but pull away immediately. I must think with the head on my shoulders, not the one between my thighs. This is Brandi, Gigi’s best friend; I’ve known her since she was a child. I would never see her as...my hardening cock tells me I’m lying. That picture of innocence has been shattered, and replacing it is the woman before me.
• “Are you ok?” I finally manage to ask, regaining some of my composure.
• “I’m fine; I was just about to leave.” She doesn’t blink, cool and calm as she always is. I would think I’m the one half-naked instead of her. I peel my eyes away from her body and clear my throat.
• “Uh, Gi told me you brought the envelope to my room; I hope you didn’t see something that upset you.” I turn to face her, shocked; she has a smile on her face. Who is this woman? Where’s the sweet, stoic girl from earlier?
• “Okay, take care.”
• “Mr.C?”
• “Yes.”She lifts her wet finger to her lips and licks them off. Shit! My dick jumps.
• “The pasta was delicious today. Finger licking delicious.” She slides her breast back in her dress and it down over her legs.
• “Have a good night, Mr.C. See you next week.” She starts the car; I step back, still in shock as I watch her pull away, leaving me standing in my driveway confused and dangerously hard.
• ****
• The room is pitch black like always. I step through the door, knowing she’s waiting on the bed, probably soaking wet. I’ve been doing this for five years, so I know the room's layout like the back of my hand. I know where the bed will be, where she will be. I undo my belt and the buttons to my shirt. I pull my shirt off while approaching the bed. I remove my shoes and pants, and I listen to her breathing; the anticipation is killing her. She wants me, and it feels good to be wanted. I stand before her cock, erect and ready to shatter her senses. I reach over, grab her by her head and shove my tongue in her mouth. She moans in my mouth; baby, I’m just getting started. I pull away from her lips, spread her legs wide, and bury my tongue in your wet creamy core.
• “Gio! Uh, Gio!” My eyes snap open at the sound of Brandi’s voice. My alarm is ringing; I slam the off button and groan. Another dream about Brandi, she’s replaced that woman from the hotel, no she’s become her. I groan. This is the fifth night in a row I’ve had that dream.
• Knock
• Knock
• Knock
• “I’m up.”
• “Papi, I’m going now.” I smile, seeing my baby girl.
• “Do you have everything?”
• “Yes, except the bed, but Carlos has a bed.”
• “I hope he has two beds.”
• “Papi, we’re together, not roommates .” I groan, not wanting to think of my baby as a woman.
• “Are you sure you want to? I mean, you have maids here.”
• “Papi, don’t start.” I sigh. I finally agree to let her move with him after an extensive background check and promise of bullets in his ass if he fucks up.
• “Okay,” I slide out of bed, approach her and hug her then kiss her forehead.
• “I’m going to miss you, my sweet baby.” I hug her tightly, maybe a little too tight, as she struggles to break free.
• “Papi stop the dramatics; I’m moving 20 minutes away, not to Vietnam.” I chuckle as I pull away and ruffle her head.
• “Brandi and I will still visit you.” My dick hardens at the mention of her name. F**k this is worse than I thought; I twist my body to the side, hoping to hide my minor erection.
• “Okay, sweetie, see you later.” She pouts playfully.
• “A minute ago, you didn’t want me to leave. Now you can’t wait to get rid of me. Do you have a hot date coming over?” Brandi's face pops in my mind at the mention of a hot date, which causes me to give even harder. What is she doing to me? All I saw those wet, delicious fingers and that hairy…
• “Papi, really?” Gianna’s voice pulls me from my filthy thoughts about her best friend.
• “No, baby, I have to get ready; I have a meeting soon.”
• “Okay, I’m going; see you later, Papi.”
• “Goodbye, sweetie, call me if you need anything or if I need to shoot him.”
• “Papi.” She rolls her eyes disappointed.
• “You know I’m only joking, baby. Love you, drive safe.”
• “I love you too, Papi.” She turns to leave, and I plop down back in bed. My dick is still hard; just thinking of Brandi makes it rock solid. I have to get over this, or I’ll never be able to see her as just my daughter’s friend again.
• “I grab my phone and dial my assistant number; after a couple of rings, she picks up.”
• “Good Morning Mr.Caputo.”
• “Morning, Jill, has Sean left for New York yet?”
• “One moment, let me check.” The phone goes silent for a couple of minutes before she comes back.”No, Mr.Caputo, he leaves tonight.” I do a silent fist pump; this is just what I need a reason to flee.
• “Great, tell him I’ll go instead.”
• “Huh? Mr.Caputo, it’s just a routine site check; Sean can handle it.”
• “I know, but he wanted to spend the time with his new wife. He’s been complaining, and I’m feeling generous. I need to get out of town.” I glance at my cock, which has yet to soften.
• “Okay, I will let him know, dodging bodies, Mr.C?” She laughs, but she’s closer to the truth than she knows.
• “Something like that, book me a flight tonight. The sooner, the better.” I hang up the phone then stand; a month in New York should be enough to get her off my mind. She’ll realize that she doesn’t want this either; she was just turned on because she saw me naked. I enter the bathroom, pull my clothes off, step in the shower, and turn on the pipe. I lather my hand, wrap it around my cock, and stroke to image her in the car with her breast out. Her licking her finger, her moaning my name. I stroke my shaft imagining spreading her legs, her twisting beneath me, moaning my name. I feel the pressure building as I’m about to burst.
• “Fuck.” I grunt, releasing myself; I sigh, a clear picture in my head of Brandi. I definitely need to get away.