Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 254 -

*Olivia*

Holy shit! I thought, leaning against my bedroom door when I was safely inside. If I thought Giovani was hot when we first met, it didn't compare to the way I viewed him now. He wasn't just incredibly bangable. He was smart and kind, and his deep, rich laugh left me breathless.

The entire time we were talking, all I could think of was climbing into his lap and pulling other sounds out of him. Maybe I'd misread the signs, but I couldn't imagine he would mind much. Maybe it was just his Italian nature, but it really seemed like he'd been flirting with me.

I dragged myself to the large bed, collapsing on top of it in a heap. As tired as I felt physically, my brain was lit up anew with thoughts of the sexy man on the other side of the villa. Actually, I realized I had no idea where he slept. I couldn't help but hope that I'd replace out very, very soon.

I couldn't wait to tell Dahlia about our night!

The thought jolted me to reality, and I sat up with a start. I absolutely couldn't tell my best friend that I spent the entire night talking to her cousin. She would hate me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I had to take deep breaths to calm myself. This trip had always been about the two of us. She'd never forgive me if she thought I was banging her cousin.

Her much older, sexy, worldly cousin.

I wasn't even sure how old he was, but he had to be at least twice our age. She talked about him years ago, and even then I was aware that he was already an adult. He had to be in his late thirties or even forties by now. I never imagined myself with someone that much older than me, but I couldn't deny that the idea excited me.

He probably had so much experience. He'd know what to do about these feelings building up inside of me. I fell asleep imagining having his large hands all over my body.

I was back in the living room, the light streaming through the window in a bright, warm glow. Giovani was sitting in the same chair he'd been in all night, and he stared at me wickedly. His gaze sent a shiver through me, and I could feel wetness dripping down my leg.

He beckoned me to him with the crook of his finger, and I felt breathless, my chest heaving. I looked down to realize I was standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear. He'd see the wetness between my legs. I felt so embarrassed, I tried to cover myself, but he stood up and walked to me, grabbing my hands and pinning them behind my back with one hand.

With the other, he lifted my chin, his index finger stroking the sensitive skin there. It tickled a little, but I also felt a hot trail where his finger had been. His head dipped low, coming to my neck, and he started kissing and sucking the tender flesh there, his tongue causing my skin to spark like a live wire.

I moaned against him, and his free hand drew a soft, torturous line down my nearly naked body until he ghosted over the fabric of my panties. I was so embarrassed for him to feel the wetness there, but he growled in my ear. "You're so fucking wet for me," he said lowly, his warm breath tickling my ear and neck. I craved his touch so much I could have wept. "Do you want me to touch you?"

I had no words left in my throat, only the ability to nod and whimper. He slowly began rubbing me over the fabric, causing my knees to go weak. Slowly, he pushed the fabric away and slid a finger inside of me. I cried out his name, feeling like I might shatter in an instant.

"Do you like that, Olivia?" he groaned, moving his finger deeper and faster until I could do nothing but scream in pleasure.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, yes, yes. Fuck. More."

I didn't even have the ability to put together a coherent sentence. Words didn't matter in this moment, only actions. My hands were still pinned behind my back, and I squeezed his hand tightly, needing to grasp at something.

He chuckled deeply and released my hands. I missed the pressure, but now I had my hands free to roam over his body. It was entirely unfair that he was still clothed. I wanted to see him too. My hands toyed with the hem of his shirt, sliding it up slowly, my hands grazing over his warm flesh.

His abs were rock hard, but somehow still soft under my touch, like a firm pillow. As much as I wanted to pull his shirt off him, though, I knew he'd have to stop touching me, and I absolutely didn't want that. Instead, my hand moved down lower, fiddling with the waistband of his pants.

"Take them off," he instructed me, so I did, slowly dragging the fabric down his hips until he was exposed to me.

His cock was hard already, standing at attention for me. As much as I liked the way his fingers were writing a symphony inside of me, I knew this was the real show. I reluctantly pushed his hand back, wanting to scream at the loss. But my reward would come.

I quickly discarded my bra and panties and lay down on the soft carpet, running my hands over my body to entice him. He eagerly removed his clothes, throwing them in all directions in his haste. He slowly crouched down and started crawling toward me like a lion stalking its prey.

I may have found this funny if I wasn't so damned turned on by it. He climbed over me slowly, torturously, careful not to touch me. It was maddening, but he got his intended effect. I was writhing and screaming, desperate for him to enter me. He balanced his weight on one arm, using his right hand to cup my face and pull it up to his own. He kissed me for the first time, his lips soft and tasting of honey. My tongue darted out, wanting to taste his sweetness. He moaned into my mouth, kissing me with fervor as he positioned himself at my entrance.

The moment I felt his tip against me, my back arched, wanting to bury him inside of myself like hidden treasure. He pulled back from our kiss, chuckling at me.

"Patience, amore," he purred, his heavy accent washing over me. Hearing him speak was almost as sexy as feeling his touch.

Scratch that. As he entered me slowly, I realized nothing in the world ever was, or ever would be, sexier. I ached for him in every fiber of my being, hissing out every profanity I knew as he entered me as far as he could go.

He was bigger than I'd imagined, and I wanted to feel every inch of him. My hips swiveled, trying to cause friction. He chuckled again, pulling out slowly, then slamming back into me so fast and hard it took my breath away. This was better. "Fuck me like a whore," I screamed out, surprised by my own command. I'd always imagined my first time would be soft and gentle, but I didn't want that. I wanted to be fully consumed, ravaged by him.

He pounded in and out of me, causing me to moan and pant until I was sure we'd use up all the air in the room. Fuck, it felt so good. My hand moved down my body, touching myself in the places he couldn't reach. I rubbed myself as he pounded, climbing higher and higher.

A knock at the door pulled our focus, and I wanted to cry.

"Tell them to go away," I groaned. "I won't survive it if you stop."

He told the person to fuck off, but they must not have heard him because they kept knocking. He groaned, pulling out of me with godlike willpower. Tears sprang to my eyes, my chest feeling empty from the loss of him. I watched him go, not bothering to cover up. Whoever was interrupting deserved the embarrassment.

But when he opened the door, no one was there. He turned to me with a curious look on his face, and started walking back toward me, when the person knocked again. But he hadn't closed the door. I looked behind him, and no one was there. What the fuck was happening?

"Olive, open this door right now or I'm going to bust it down!" Dahlia screamed, using her angry voice.

Shit, she could not see us like this. I looked at Giovani in panic, but he was nowhere to be found. I sat up confused, when she knocked again.

My eyes sprang open, and I realized I was staring at the ceiling of my bedroom, not the living room. And I wasn't lying on the floor naked. I was tangled in my sheets and they were soaked. I wasn't surprised; I was sure I'd worked up quite a sweat.

"Coming," I told her, trying to compose myself.

Sadly, though, I wasn't coming. Not in the way I wanted to be.