Chapter Twenty-One

Amo regarded me with a heated look I could feel deep in my belly. I wasn’t shy about my body, but I’d never been this exposed in front of another person. Still, Amo’s amazed and hungry expression gave me confidence to stay like I was, with my legs opened wide, showing Amo that I trusted him and was ready to give myself to him, if only for tonight.

My cheeks heated when Amo moved between my legs, his strong shoulders flexing. He ran his knuckles along the underside of my thighs, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the hollow of my ankle, and more heat washed over me. Slowly he kissed his way up my thigh then the crease between my ass cheek and thigh before he drew in another deep breath. I’d never thought he’d be this into my scent. Even I could smell my arousal. He leaned his stubbled cheeks against my inner thigh and began to rub his thumb very lightly over my outer labia, back and forth, before he slid between them to do the same to my more sensitive inner lips. His caress quickly had me breathless and aching to be touched at my pounding clit. As if he could sense it, he began to lightly brush my clit every time he stroked along my folds. I grasped the armrest in a tight grip, then I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations. Amo’s touch, my body’s reaction to it, Amo’s musky scent, my own aroused scent. I needed to black out one sense to stay in control. Amo brushed a kiss against my inner thigh and now his thumb focused on my clit, drawing small circles on it.

“There,” he rumbled. “Good.”

I bit my lip at the appraisal in his voice and opened my eyes, needing to see him. His eyes were focused on his thumb that was still teasing my clit.

“Not hiding anymore. Just a bit more,” he rasped with a smile that sent a pleased shiver through my body.

He leaned down and I held my breath as he parted his lips and lightly nudged my clit with the tip of his tongue.

I moaned, loving this new sensation. Amo’s finger had been soft and gentle, but his tongue was even softer and hot and wet, entirely different. He gently nudged my clit with his tip, until I could feel a rush of more heat and blood. Everything got puffier between my legs. “Good,” Amo repeated and then his lips cupped my clit and I shut my eyes briefly to come to terms with the throbbing spreading through my body at every tug of Amo’s skilled lips.

“Greta,” Amo murmured before his mouth cupped my nub once more. I gazed down at him.

His eyes held hunger and tenderness. “Watch.”

I couldn’t have looked away anyway, fascinated and aroused by the sight. Amo was gorgeous. Thick black hair, muscular shoulders, bulging biceps. So much strength and power. He worshipped me with his mouth. He closed his eyes, as his tongue gently caressed my sensitive folds. He looked pleased, almost reverent.

I panted softly and stroked his hair, needing to touch him, to caress him, so grateful for the gentle attention he gifted me with. Amo was a powerful, strong man, and my body reacted to the sight of him between my thighs with overwhelming arousal. His tongue teased my small nub and I whimpered. “Amo.”

He opened his eyes but kept lavishing my clit with the softest circles. My body clenched, my insides tightening. “Amo,” I whimpered again. “I think I’m going to…” I whimpered again, overwhelmed as his mouth guided me higher.

“I know, Greta,” he rasped. I wondered how he knew but I couldn’t voice the question. He dipped lower, to my opening and groaned, his eyelashes fluttering as he focused his attention there. The sensation wasn’t as blinding, it was a more sensual, a deeper feeling. I rolled my hips almost desperately.

“I want this to last forever,” I whispered, because this felt so wondrous, not only because my body was aflame but because of the look on Amo’s face, as if he honestly enjoyed it, as if he couldn’t imagine a better place than between my thighs.

Amo pulled back and I almost wept. “I’m going to eat you as often as you want. No need to hold back. Come for me.”

“Okay,” I breathed. He watched me as his tongue found my nub again. He fluttered gently over it and my mouth fell open, my eyes widened from the intensity of the sensation, from the look in Amo’s eyes. Possessive and pleased and tender. I didn’t look away as I gasped and whimpered, my body clenching. Amo wanted to see me. He deserved to see how he made me feel, how wonderful his ministrations were.

I cried out his name and he smiled against me as he kept up the gentle attention, but he slowed.

Greta shuddered, half lidded eyes full of gratefulness and wonder on me. I dragged my tongue down, needing to taste the proof of her arousal. She was wet and soft, and so fucking beautiful. I stroked my tongue along her opening, licking up her juices. She shuddered with a soft moan. Keeping my eyes on her, I dipped my tongue into her once more, teasing her with only the tip. My fingers stroked through the patch of dark hair to her swollen clit. Carefully I swiped my thumb over the pink nub, spreading her wetness.

Greta’s eyes widened and she jerked. I pulled away a couple of inches and rasped against her swollen flesh. “Too much?”

Greta hesitated, biting her lower lip. I kept circling her clit gently then leaned up and closed my lips around it. I suckled lightly and Greta let out another soft moan. “Did you like that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

I suckled and caressed her softly for several minutes, pulling back whenever she came close to release and licking up her arousal. Greta was completely relaxed and her moans rang out low and breathless. Giving her pleasure like that was the best experience I could imagine. She was allowing me to do this, completely letting loose. She didn’t hide her arousal from me. And when she arched up with a cry as I suckled that little nub between my lips, her toes pointed as if she was about to dance ballet, I drank the sight in.

Her hips bucked and her pussy spasmed deliciously against my mouth.

Eventually the tension slid away and she sat up with a sated smile, stroking my hair, and I smiled hungrily up at her as I lapped up every trace of her release. She watched me with fascination and gratefulness. I pulled back and pecked her clit before I cupped her face and pulled her in for a deep kiss. When I drew back, she licked her lips with a small frown, tasting herself.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes almost feverish. This had to be a lot for her to take in.

“I want to do the same for you,” she whispered. I pushed a bit higher, bracing myself on the remaining armrest and kissed her again.

A phone rang, tearing us out of our own world, and Greta gave me an apologetic smile. I leaned back, so Greta could reach the phone that rested on a small side table beside the armchair. “Nevio,” she said. “Video call.”

I stood and stepped back, trying to rearrange my cock, but it was too hard. Greta only quickly pushed her strap back on her shoulder before she took the call. I assumed if she took too much time to answer his call, he’d suspect something was wrong and come here to protect her.

With the camera directed at her flushed face, she spoke up. “Hey Nevio, your call is early.”

“We’re heading out early this evening.”

Just hearing his voice, the hairs on my neck rose, and my business mind jumped into action. Where were they heading? Could I ambush them?

“You look sick. You’re all sweaty.”

Greta gave a small laugh and outside of the camera’s view she lowered her legs from the armrest but it gave me a kick imagining how Nevio would completely lose his mind if he knew what was going on here. “I’m fine. It’s just really hot in here and I had to carry Dotty outside to pee.”

“So you’re fine? I know you said you wanted to be alone to process what happened, but I can come over with Massimo and Alessio, and we can have fun together.”

“Nothing we can do out here is something you consider fun.”

“Touché. But I’d do it for you.”

I couldn’t believe how gentle his voice could be. Was this really the same violent, crazy madman I knew? But I supposed my voice changed too when I talked to Greta. What was it about this girl that made violent creatures, animals and humans alike, become docile?

Greta yawned.

“Already tired?”

I smirked. Two orgasms must have exhausted her. It was only seven-thirty after all.

“I didn’t sleep well these last two nights.”

“Then go to bed and stop thinking about the asshole. He’s on me, I told you,” Nevio said. “And tomorrow you come back home. Your animals can do without you.”

Greta shook her head with a small smile. “I’ll be back the day after when Jill’s going to be back to feed the animals.”

“That whore shouldn’t have gone on a trip in the first place.”

Greta’s face flashed with disapproval. “She’s trying to reconcile with her father before he dies. And don’t call her that.”

“She is a whore. She worked in our whorehouse for two decades before you made her your zookeeper.”

“Nevio.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll have to head out now.”

“Be careful.”

I almost choked on a laugh.

They finally hung up. Greta really looked tired. She pushed to her feet, still naked from the waist down. She bit her lip shyly, obviously unsure what to do now. “You do look tired,” I said with a small smile.

She came over slowly and stopped right in front of me. “But I said I’d take care of you.”

I wanted nothing more but her eyelids were drooping and I couldn’t imagine her being into it after having talked to Nevio.

“Let’s get some sleep and maybe we have some time tomorrow.”

She held out her hand and I took it, letting her lead me toward her bedroom on the ground floor. Her dogs trotted after us and Bear curled up on a huge cushion in the corner but Momo seemed to have every intention to sleep in bed with us. Upon seeing my face, Greta smiled sheepishly. “I don’t usually share my bed with someone so they’re used to sleeping there.”

I really didn’t like the idea of being woken by a dog tongue in my face or somewhere else. “If I turn around in sleep, I could bury Momo under me. Trust me, it won’t survive that.”

That seemed to convince Greta. She picked up the ankle-biter and put it into a fluffy dog bed beside the huge cushion. As she did, she bent forward and gave me a stunning view of her ass and pussy.

I took a deep breath, my cock waking up again. She motioned at the door. “There’s a small bathroom if you want to get ready for bed. I’ll grab Dotty in the meantime.”

I raised my eyebrows.

“She can’t walk yet.”

I followed Greta back into the living area where the last dog was still curled up in the dog bed.

“She’ll be too heavy,” I said.

“I’ve carried her before,” Greta said firmly. “She doesn’t trust men so you can’t carry her. I don’t want to cause her additional distress in the current situation.”

I watched as Greta picked up the dog and straightened with it carefully draped over her arms. The dog hung trustfully in her grip and I watched as she carried it outside for a pee before she picked it up again and carried it into the bedroom where she put it down on another big cushion. She patted its head gently and whispered something in its ear.

With my overnight bag I went into the bathroom to give Greta a bit of privacy. It was small, only a sink, toilet and shower cubicle, no luxuries whatsoever. I put on pajama bottoms and nothing else. It was too hot. When I emerged from the bathroom, Greta sat cross-legged on her bed, her hair up in a messy bun and she was dressed in a loose fitting white nightgown with thin straps. Against her tanned skin and dark hair the fabric looked marvelous. She scooted off the bed then walked past me into the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable on the bed.”

I shook my head at the absurdity then stretched out on the bed. I would have slept on the sofa or fucking floor if Greta had asked me to, but that she wanted me in her bed… I ran a hand over my face and released a deep breath before I opened my eyes again. Bear was eyeing me in a way that reminded me of Nevio, as if he’d like to bite a big chunk out of me. I knew which part. Dotty barely dared to look my way, obviously terrified.

Greta returned a couple of minutes later.

She gave me a shy smile then came over to me and sank down on the bed. “Are you okay with this?”

I tried to determine what she meant, with her being so close, with her dark eyes putting me on the spot in a way I couldn’t quite explain, it was difficult to catch a clear thought. “Okay, with what?” I rumbled, then cleared my throat.

“Sharing a bed. I could sleep on the sofa. It’s too short for you but I wouldn’t mind if you’re not comfortable with me in a bed.”

“I think I should be the one asking you that, and you definitely won’t be moving to the sofa because of me.”

“I think I’ll be fine with you in a bed. Your presence doesn’t bother me like other people do. I like having you around.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. You know I’m experienced.”

She tilted her head in an assessing way. “Oh, I know that you’ve had sex with many women.”

She said it in a non-judgmental way and still I felt almost guilty. How did that even make sense?

“But that you’re comfortable having sex with someone doesn’t mean you’re comfortable being vulnerable around them when you sleep. Nevio has been with many girls but he’d never share a bed with them. Of course, he’s not with any of them. You have Cressida.”

Her voice had become very quiet and she looked away, her arms wrapped loosely around her shins, her feet stretched in a very ballet-dancer way so only her tiptoes touched the mattress.

A thick strand had fallen out of her messy bun and hid half of her face from me. Sitting up, I reached out and gently brushed it behind her ear.

She tilted her head toward me.

“I don’t share a bed with Cressida. I rarely even sleep under the same roof with her. I have my old apartment where I’m spending most of the time. I see her maybe once or twice a week, and sleep with her far less than that.”

I wanted to be honest with her. I didn’t want to have any secrets from Greta. That would have felt like a breach of her trust.

“And she doesn’t mind?”

“As long as she’s got my credit card and my last name, she doesn’t care.”

“I would want to share a bed with you if you were mine. I would miss you, I do miss you, even though you’re not mine.”

I cupped her neck and gently pulled her down to me for a kiss. Greta snuggled up to me, her petite body pressing against mine in the most perfect way. I didn’t deepen the kiss, neither did Greta. I was content being with her in this innocent way, our lips lightly brushing. Eventually Greta fell asleep in my arms, her cheek resting on my bicep.

I watched her for a long time before I turned off the lights. Greta had drawn the black-out curtains so it was dark in the room though sunset was still ten minutes away.

My phone lit up with messages, but I ignored them.

I didn’t want anything to tear me out of this. This dream. I didn’t want morning to come, maybe that was why I hesitated to allow my body to rest.

Tomorrow I’d be flying back home even if it felt like my heart was slowly making itself at home somewhere else. New York was my home, had always been. But Greta…Greta, she kept my heart with her in Las Vegas.