Massimo spotted it before I did. In my defence, my mind was busy thinking of the optimal way to get his cock out of his pants and inside my weeping pussy that had really missed him this past week.
Before I could act on my thoughts, Massimo picked up the crumped-up piece of paper on my bedroom floor. I didn’t remember crumping it, or even dropping it on the floor this morning before I left for college, but my memory wasn’t always the sharpest.
“What’s this?” he asked, a curious look on his face as he begun unfurling the paper ball. “A love note?”
“You wish,” I chuckled and pulled a face. “It’s probably just got a number on it,” I told him. “I’ve been finding notes with numbers on them since last week. The funny thing is, I don’t even remember writing numbers on these pages and then scattering them all over my stuff. I must have done it when I was drunk.”
“Do you do that often? Write numbers on paper, crumple them into balls and throw them around your room often when you’re drunk, I mean.” Massimo asked, though his question wasn’t as light or humoured as I expected it to be.
“No, why?” I asked, caught off guard by his serious expression as he stared down at the paper. When he didn’t answer, I moved closer to see what was on the paper.
It was a number eight.
The longer Massimo stared at the piece of paper, the harder and more serious his face grew. And not in a good way.
“Massimo?” I called out to him, wary. “Is everything alright?”
“How long have you been finding these papers?” he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the paper to glance at me.
“A few days. Maybe a week,” I shrugged, not sure. It wasn’t like I ever paid particular attention to the papers. I just found them, chuckled for a moment before disposing of them. It certainly wasn’t something to raise an eyebrow about.
“This is not good,” Massimo gulped, moving to take a seat on the edge of my bed. “This is not good at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen this happen before,” he sighed, airy and heavy. Almost as if weighted down by an immense weight. “I’ve seen this happen a few times before, actually.”
“So, it’s not a big deal then?”
“Cara,” Massimo lifted his head to glance at me once again. “This is a very big deal. This means that you’ve been marked.”
“Marked? I’ve not been marked,” I frowned, glancing down at my body. “If there were suddenly some strange marks on my body, I think I would have known.”
“I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but you’re just going to have to trust me on this one,” Massimo told me, and I watched as he folded the paper four times in a neat little rectangle before slipping it into his pocket.
“Sure,” I shrugged, eager to get past this moment and to the fun. “Finished with the paper?” I asked and he nodded, a curious glint in his eyes as he watched me. “That’s good,” I hummed as I closed the distance between where I was stood, and where he was sat on the bed.
“What are you doing, Cara?” Massimo groaned, though it was far from in complaint.
“I’m distracting you,” I told him, and pushed back on his shoulders slightly so I could straddle him.
“Well, distract away,” Massimo chuckled as he lowered himself to the bed, propped up only by his elbows.
I grinned and dropped my mouth on his, and I guess you could say, the rest is history.
I didn’t realise it then because him and his cock really tired me out, but Massimo held me a little tighter that night.
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I was groggy, tired and half-asleep when I was forced awake the next morning. I was also naked, but I didn’t mind the last part so much.
What I minded the most was the sharp ringing of the alarm. An arm was carelessly thrown over my eyes as I threw my other arm out to search for my phone.
I squinted one eye and glanced at the screen. My lips tugged down in a confused frown as I was met with a few notifications, but no alarm clock. It took a few moments to register that it wasn’t actually my alarm that was going off, but my bed partner’s for the night.
Actually, scratch that. Massimo wasn’t just a bed partner or a guy I had casual sex with anymore.
He was now my boyfriend.
“Massimo,” I groaned, gently shaking him awake from where he had his face buried in the crook of my shoulder as if that was his very own pillow. “Massimo you need to wake up and turn off your alarm. It’s so loud.”
“You turn it off, Cara,” he groaned in a small, tired voice, not even lifting a single finger.
My insides melted at how cute he sounded, and I dropped a hand on the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his messy bed hair, and I melted some more when he snuggled further into me and tightened his arm around my waist.
When the sharp ring of the alarm started to get annoying again, I groaned and reached for his phone.
“You need to unlock it,” I told him.
“Just use my pin,” he told me.
“What?” I asked, caught off guard by his nonchalant attitude about sharing with me the pin to his phone, his girlfriend of only twelve hours.
“One-three-four-nine,” Massimo whispered into the crook of my neck, sounding just as nonchalant as before.
I gulped and typed in the numbers. His phone unlocked and I was able to turn off the alarm and snooze some of the other ones he had set in under five seconds. I spent another second marvelling at the family picture he had set as his background before I turned it off and returned it to my bedside table.
“I’m sorry that my alarm woke you, Cara,” Massimo murmured sleepily, finally turning his head to stare at me. His eyes were heavy with sleep, his voice thick with it, and his hair so messy that I was tempted to spend the whole day in this very position, holding him and running my fingers through his hair. “I have the quarterly meeting with our suppliers today at ten and needed to make sure that I woke up in time for it.”
“I have class at nine,” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
“What time is it now?” Massimo asked, turning his head to press his lips to the slope of my neck.
“Eight o’ clock,” I told him.
“Well, that gives us plenty of time.”
“Plenty of time for what?” I asked but was quick to gulp around the words when Massimo rose up on his knees, staring down with hunger shining in his eyes. Gone was the sleep and the small, sleepy voice that I found cute, and towering over me was the sexual beast that always rocked my world. And I knew from previous experience that Massimo didn’t disappoint. Not in the slightest.
“Open your legs for me, Cara, and I’ll show you what,” Massimo grinned, promising trouble.
The breath was knocked out from me for a moment, and I held his eyes as I subconsciously spread my legs upon his command. My pussy pulsed at the intense way he looked down at me, and it clenched in anticipation when his eyes started off at my eyes before slowly dragging down my face, boobs, stomach and then finally, reaching the sight of my pussy. It was a little sore from the pounding Massimo had given me last night, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. Not when it felt so good, and my pussy quickly became soaked at the mere thought of it.
“Now what?” I asked in a small voice, unable to resist raking my teeth over my bottom lip for me in delicious anticipation. My pussy was already creaming at me the hungry way he stared at me, seemingly torn between my pebbled nipples and pretty pink pussy.
“Sit up for me, Cara. Lean back against the headboard,” Massimo demanded in a gruff voice. “And keep those legs spread.”
“Yes, sir,” I joked, but the words were quickly swallowed by a gasp when Massimo bowed his head over my chest and sucked a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
“I like that,” he murmured, whispering the words against boobs, squishing them together before burying his face between them. If I was confident that he was a boobs man last night, I certainly was now.
“You know what I like?” I asked coyly, struggling to keep my breath even and steady as I slid a hand down his chest his hard, pointed cock which was already leaking precum onto my lower stomach. I writhed underneath him in need and desperation, but with the way he had me pressed up against the headboard, my movements were limited.
I was completely and utterly at the mercy of Massimo Mancini and honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“What do you like, Cara?” Massimo asked in that deep, guttural voice of his as he kissed both my boobs one last time before he lifted his head to press a wet kiss to my lips, immediately slipping his tongue in my mouth.
“Your cock,” I grinned against his mouth, one arm curled around his neck while the other jerked off his cock between us, subtly guiding it to my pussy.
“Your wish is my command, Cara,” Massimo groaned and pressed a hard, excited kiss to my lips before he jerked his hips forward and speared my pussy with his hard cock. “Is this what you wanted?” he groaned and pressed his mouth against mine, deepening the kiss and thrusting his cock into me at the same pace he thrusted his cock in and out of me.
My pussy, like the greedy little whore that she was, clenched tight around his cock in attempt of keeping him inside me at all times.
“Your pussy is so hot,” he groaned, pressing one more kiss to my lips before dropping his head into the crook of my shoulder, really digging his hips into mine.
My eyes rolled back into my head as I moaned and raked my fingernails down his back. When he only drove his cock harder and faster into my in response, I knew he liked it, and that was such a turn on.
“I’m not going to last long, Cara,” Massimo groaned, and I felt him lift his head from the crook of my neck.
When I opened my eyes, the knot in my stomach tightened as I saw his head bowed, watch with a hungry look on his face as his cock thrust in and out of me.
It was enough to push me over the edge and when he reached between us to rub my slick clit, I moaned loudly as I came violently on his cock.
“That’s it, Cara. Cum for me.”
“Massimo,” I mewled and tightened my legs around his waist as I came down from my high.
The hardened expression on his face and his sloppy thrusts were enough to tell me that he wasn’t far off. After one particularly hard thrust, Massimo was quick to pull his cock out of me and I watched in hungry awe as he jerked his cock off at a furious rate. I spread my legs for him, more than happy to welcome his cum and instead of a moan, a loud gasp escaped me as I heard a sharp knock sound on my bedroom door before it blew open.
“Yasemin! I’m thinking of making–” Luciana’s voice was quickly cut off by the sound of me squeaking in surprise, and Massimo groaning loudly as he came all over my pussy, jerking his cock furiously to get all the milky white cum out.
Massimo was completely unaware of the fact that we had an audience, as he slapped his cock against my pussy, rubbing the cum all over my pussy.
“I’ve never seen something so fucking sexy before,” Massimo groaned and when he lowered his face to my pussy, immediately sucking my clit into his mouth, I gasped. I glanced over my shoulder once more, but Luciana was gone and thankfully, in all her shock, she had remembered to close the distance before her.
I wasn’t one to blush, but my face flushed at the compromising position that she had just caught us in. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if Massimo wasn’t cumming all over my pussy.
My pussy clenched as he slipped his tongue into my pussy, and I moaned. All thoughts of my roommate walking in on us vanished from my mind as Massimo ate my out and cleaned me up until I came all over his mouth, and then he cleaned me up all over again.
“I can’t believe you did that with my roommate walking in on us,” I whispered, panting lightly as I came down from my high.
“What was your roommate doing in here?” Massimo asked, looking confused as he dropped himself on the bed next to me and reached for my hand. When he laced our fingers together and he brought out enjoined hands up to press a kiss to the back of my hand, holding it close to his chest, I melted right then and there.
Who knew the mafia boss could ever make me feel like this?
“You didn’t notice?” I asked, surprised.
“I couldn’t focus on anything but you, Cara,” Massimo chuckled, his lips turning up into a ghost of a smile as he held my eyes. “Now, don’t you have a class to get to? And a roommate to face?”
That I did. To both of them, but it was close to nine and I was nowhere in the state to leave to make class on time, so it appeared that I would be skipping this morning.
I left Massimo in my bedroom as I snuck into the bathroom for a quick shower. I couldn’t very well face Luciana with my pussy still pulsing and sticky from all our recent fun.
Massimo tried to join me, but I had to literally slam the door in his face to keep him out. If Luciana wasn’t in the apartment right now, I would have gladly welcomed him to join me, but with her sitting in the living room, uncomfortably quiet, I couldn’t imagine round two in the shower while very well knowing that my roommate was pretty much on the other side of the door.
Normally, something like this wouldn’t embarrass me, but there was just something so intimate about the moment. Massimo had even admitted that he couldn’t look away from me long enough to even notice that someone had walked in on us.
If that didn’t make a girl feel special, I didn’t know what would.
Much to my surprise, when I got out of the bathroom, dressed in a robe with my hair damp, I found Massimo to be cooking in the kitchen. My eyes lingered on his back as he cooked up a quick breakfast for us all, and as if he could feel my eyes on him, he spared me a dark look from over his shoulder and my heart fluttered.
Ignoring the desire to walk up to him from behind and wrap my arms around him while he cooked, I headed over to the sofa to take a seat beside Luciana.
“So…” my voice trailed off awkwardly. “I was doing what I was doing, and you saw what you saw.”
“I did,” Luciana murmured, looking just as awkward as I felt.
A pregnant pause passed as we just stared at each other, but it was broken when she burst out laughing. I was quick to join her and before we knew it, the both of us were laughing so hard that we had tears streaming down our faces.
“Sorry to break it up ladies, but I made you both breakfast,” Massimo chuckled, placing a plate of eggs, toast and three slices of ham on the coffee table in front of us. “Cara,” he called out to me, a small smile gracing his lips as he stared down at me. “I have to go for my meeting, but I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
“Okay,” I grinned. I hopped off the sofa to wrap my arms around his neck and bring his face down to mine for a quick goodbye kiss. I was sure that if Luciana wasn’t sat only a feet away from us right now, the kiss would have lasted longer, and been a whole lot more hot and heavy, but it was enough to keep me going. For now, at least.
“Stay out of trouble for me, Cara,” Massimo chuckled against my mouth and gave me one more kiss before he pulled away. Mighty reluctantly, might I add.
I watched with a small pout on my face as he grabbed a piece of toast from the kitchen counter before heading for the door. When he paused in the doorway and spared me one last lingering look, one which promised me that he would definitely be calling tonight, my heart skipped several beats.
When he finally left, closing the door behind him, I sighed, the sound forlorn, and settled back on the sofa.
“A man who cooks not only for you, but your roommate as well,” Luciana gasped as she reached for her breakfast. “Looks like you’ve really won the lottery with that one.”
“I kind of feel like I’ve won the lottery,” I admitted, a silly grin on my face as he scooped some of the scrambled egg on my fork.
“I forgot to mention this to you the other day, but he actually dropped by looking for you last week while you were away at your parents, but I didn’t say anything. If I knew he was your boyfriend, I would have told him,” Luciana murmured, her eyes glancing over at the door which Massimo had left through a few moments earlier.
“Don’t worry about it,” I was quick to dismiss. “And actually, we weren’t together last week.”
“You mean you broke up?”
“No,” I chuckled and shook my head. “Massimo and I actually met nearly three weeks ago now. We only made things official last night.”
“Well, it sure seems like you guys were celebrating pretty hard this morning,” she snorted and laughed. “Sorry about walking in you guys, by the way. I didn’t realise that you would have company this morning.”
“No, it’s fine,” I laughed. “I should have put a sock on the door or something.”
“If he’s going to be coming over often, you should definitely start doing that,” Luciana chuckled. “You guys really good together,” she murmured after a few moments.
“Thank you,” I smiled sweetly, my heart fluttering at the mere mention of him and the fact that we were now dating. Like, officially dating. Like, he was all mine.
“It doesn’t seem like you guys only started officially dating yesterday, if I’m being honest.”
“What do you mean?”
“The way he held you just now, like he was conflicted about leaving. And don’t even get me started on the way he was looking at you.”
“How was he looking at me?” I found myself asking in a small voice even though I knew exactly what she was talking about.
“He looks at you like you’re the most precious and most important thing to him in the world. I’ve seen couples together for years, some for even decades, and they don’t even look at each other like that. You’ve got something really good there with him, Yasemin, I’m really happy for you.”
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04.02.2022
