Reluctant to Share: (A Mafia Love Story) Page 4

  I thought ramming my cock down her throat would put some sense into her. She would wake up from her fantasy of me being some broken guy she could fix and realize I was only keeping her around for my own sexual pleasures.

  She was my little fuck toy, an orifice for me to cum into. That was the message I had hope to pound into her, and it was what I had tried to remind myself of as I drove my cock in and out of her mouth. But it was of no use. Because even though she devoured my hot seed, I knew within my heart that she was so much more than just a cum receptacle. She might have acted the part of a cumslut, but she wasn't a slut at all. She was only now learning about pleasures of the flesh, and I so wanted to teach her more. But if I continue to do so, I might end up losing her to the rest of the men in the gang.

  Vivian

  I once watched a TV show about kidnappings, and one of the things I learned from it was that the longer a person went missing, the greater the odds of them never being found. So as the hours ticked by, you'd think I'd be mostly worried about being stuck in this house for the rest of my life. But I had two other things at the forefront of my mind instead.

  The first of which was Tyler and how much I was starting to care about him as a person. The second was that I desperately needed a shower.

  There was a time when I had considered pretending to fall in love with Tyler so he would release me from this place. But right now, there wasn't much of a need to pretend. Because even though I wasn't quite in love with him yet, I could definitely see myself reaching that point one day.

  Tyler's face and body had attracted me since the first moment I laid eyes on him. His passionate kisses made me breathless, and his touch made me tingle between my legs. But it wasn't just the physical aspects that had me drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

  Tyler might have been what society considered a bad guy, but he had shown me more care and affection than anyone else had in years.

  My parents were too busy with their own lives to pour much attention on me. In fact, the only time they ever even talk to me anymore was to tell me what I should or shouldn't do. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that they relied on me to do most of the house chores, it would probably take them months before even realizing I had been abducted by someone.

  Friends and distant relatives were more like acquaintances to me. Professors at school barely even knew I existed. I was pretty much invisible to the world.

  But ever since Tyler captured me in the dark alley, I had become visible in his world. I mattered enough for him to take the time to bring me food and feed me with his very own hands. And that conversation we had earlier, that was the realest conversation I ever had with anyone.

  For a moment there, he had exposed his vulnerability to me. That was no easy task for any man. But for a tough rebel like Tyler, it must have been especially hard.

  I just wished he had continued talking to me earlier instead of getting all macho on me. Not that I didn't enjoy him dominating me, because I most certainly did, but I would have preferred for him to reveal even more of himself.

  I wanted to hear about all of his pain and sufferings while growing up. I wanted him to vent and rant about everything that had made him into the man he was today. And once he was done telling me about all that had impacted him over the years, I wanted to soothe and comfort him in any way I could.

  I had thought letting him take out his pent-up feelings on me would help to serve him well. But he didn't bother to stay with me after cumming inside my mouth.

  Was he embarrassed for having bare his vulnerabilities? Or did he feel bad about being so rough with me while shoving his cock down my throat? I had no idea. I was just glad he had left me with his shirt to wear.

  With his shirt covering up my body, it almost felt like he was there embracing me in his strong arms. The scent from his shirt made it impossible for me not to remember his warm breath on my body.

  Now I knew why all the jocks in school would give their girlfriends their varsity jackets. Not only was it an easy way for a guy to mark a girl as his own, but it was also an effective way to have the girl thinking and fantasizing about the guy as she sat in class listening to a boring lecture from the professor. It also explained why the girls wearing their boyfriend's jacket would sit in class absentmindedly biting on either a pen or a pencil.

  As for me right now, not only could I smell Tyler's masculine scent from his shirt, but I could also still taste him in my mouth. Both of which combined together was causing my body to ache for him more and more.

  But I couldn't have him right now. My display of affection earlier had scared him away. He had gotten accustomed to having those who cared about him slip away from his life in an instant. So if anything, the fact that I had shown signs of sympathy towards him only made him want to flee away in a hurry.

  Because of that, I was now all alone in the basement with my body full of wanton need. I was desperate for a shower, and it wasn't just because it had been a while since I last bathed.

  The bathroom I had access to in the basement was actually a half bath. There were a sink and toilet but no shower or bath tub for me to properly clean myself in. So I improvised and took the shirt Tyler had ripped off of my body earlier to use as a washcloth while bathing in the sink.

  After I finished bathing in the sink, I felt cleaner than before, but I still longed for a real shower. Funny how it was so easy to take little things like a nice warm shower for granted until the option for taking one was taken away.

  Using that train of thought, I briefly wondered whether my parents appreciated me more now that I was gone. Because as much as I loved my parents, and believed that they felt the same way about me, I couldn't help but sometimes feel like I didn't really matter to them.

  Sure, they worked hard to feed me and clothe me. But whenever they had a day off from work, I was the last person they ever seem to want to spend any time with. My father would spend his entire day on the golf course without ever bothering to invite me along. And my mother would visit with either her sisters or girlfriends to discuss the latest gossip news.

  A part of me honestly believed that my parents only had me in order to cross yet another item off their to-do list. They wanted to become parents like all of their friends and relatives, but I highly doubt they were actually looking for a lifelong bonding experience when they decided to conceive me.

  I was the child they could brag to their friends about, and I was the one who offered them assistance in any way I could. But I was definitely not the one they doted their time and affection on.

  Maybe they just didn't like being with people who weren't in the same age range as them. Maybe something happened in their own upbringing that made it difficult for them to express their love to me. Or maybe they thought they had an entire lifetime to spend with me and weren't in any hurry to take action now.

  What were they thinking now that I was officially a missing person? Did they regret the time they lost due to ignoring me? Did they wish they had held me and told me they loved me more often? Or were they only concerned about what people around them had to say about my disappearance?

  Did they wish they could go back in time to spoil me? Or were they only upset that they no longer had anyone around to take care of all the little mundane tasks and household chores? Were they genuinely concerned about my sudden disappearance? Or were they out there pretending to be hurt in order to gain sympathy from friends and family?

  I didn't know the answers to any of these questions, and not knowing was what was bothering me more than anything else. But then again, maybe it was better that I didn't know the answers. Maybe knowing the truth would just hurt me to my core. Maybe that was why I hadn't been in any kind of rush to get out of here. Because even though I didn't know exactly how Tyler and I felt about each other right now, I at least knew that there was profound chemistry between us and that he liked being with me in some ways.

  Tyler

  I felt so conflicted about what had happened e
arlier with Vivian that I tried to avoid her for a while. I left the house to take care of some of the Alpha Outlaws' businesses and instructed Chris to bring down her lunch and dinner while I was away.

  I thought being away from the house and focusing on something else would help me to cool down the intense feelings and desires I was developing for Vivian, but the plan completely backfired on me. Being away from her made me think about her and her soft curves even more.

  Prior to meeting Vivian, one of my greatest joys in life was riding my motorcycle at full speed. But today, even the wind on my back wasn't enough to make me forget about the sweet taste of Vivian's lips and the sensual way her body grinds against my hand when I have my fingers inside of her.

  To make matters worse, the moment I got back to the house, Chris approached me with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Man, Tyler, the captive you brought home sure looks like a fine piece of ass. She got me so fucking hard the moment I got downstairs and saw her in a t-shirt with no bra on underneath. I can't wait until we all share her for a fucking good time together."

  My pulse elevated as an edgy, twitchy feeling overcame me. My eyes widened, showing their whites, as I threatened Chris with my words and body language. "Don't you fucking dare talk about her like that again, you hear me?"

  "Okay, man, relax. I know you've got a major thing for her and all. But don't you forget that since we're both a part of the Alpha Outlaws, we're brothers for life. Don't let some woman get between us now."

  I didn't bother to continue the conversation with Chris. I needed to see Vivian then to make sure Chris didn't try anything on her while I was away.

  I walked down the basement and was instantly relieved to see her sitting on the mattress. She didn't look disheveled or traumatized in any way, helping to ease some of my concerns.

  "Did Chris do anything to you earlier?" I asked as I sat down next to her on the mattress.

  "He brought me my food since you were off somewhere else."

  "So he didn't try to touch you in any way?"

  "No. But why do you care? I thought you were too busy avoiding me."

  I ignored her snarky tone because I was just glad that Chris hadn't tried to lay his hands on her while I was away.

  "So did you eat your meals earlier today?" I asked, trying to change the focus of the conversation.

  "Yes."

  "Good. Now do you need anything else to feel comfortable?"

  "I could really use a shower," she said.

  All of the showers were upstairs. That meant I would have to allow her upstairs to fulfill her request for a shower. I hesitated for a brief moment before telling her to follow me as I led the way.

  The house was relatively empty. Most of the gang was out having a good time with the money we had earned from helping a client launder his money.

  I could have just let her shower in the bathroom on the main floor of the house if I wanted to. But ultimately, I decided to have her shower in the bathroom located inside my bedroom upstairs.

  Walking up the stairs to my bedroom from the main floor, I had Vivian walk in front of me while I had my hand on the small of her back.

  I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my veins as soon as I touched her body, even though it was through the fabric of the cotton shirt. Her ass looked so tantalizing as she climbed the stairs that I grew hard while walking behind her.

  Chapter 6

  Vivian

  His hand was on the small of my back the entire way. It was probably to discourage me from being stupid and trying to run away. Nonetheless, his hand on my body made me feel as if he was laying a possessive claim on me.

  Being near him caused all of my senses to be heightened. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he walked behind me. That led to shivers running straight down to my sex.

  Once we had landed on the upper level of the house, Tyler grabbed my wrist and led me to a large room.

  The room was easily twice the size of my modest room back home, yet it only had about half the amount of stuff I kept in my bedroom. Hence, the space looked sparse and tidy but lacked the feel of home.

  At the center of the room was a large king size bed. It was draped in white linens and looked super comfortable from where I stood. And for a moment there, I fantasized about frolicking on that bed with Tyler hovering over me. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I constantly thinking naughty thoughts ever since he came into my life?

  "The shower's in there," said Tyler as he gestured towards a door inside the room.

  I walked towards the door and opened it, revealing a clean and spacious bathroom inside. The bath was done Venetian style with a see-through glass shower overlooking a giant Jacuzzi bathtub. Both the shower and the Jacuzzi bathtub looked heavenly right about now.

  "Go ahead and undress. Then bathe for as long as you desire," said Tyler.

  "Aren't you going to leave to give me some privacy?" I asked, seeing that he was still standing in the bathroom.

  "I promised the gang I'd keep a close eye on you. I can't just leave you in here by yourself. After all, there are windows in here. Besides, it's not like there's even an inch of your body I haven't seen already. So go ahead and undress. Unless, of course, you'd rather I do the undressing for you."

  I blushed at his words. Then I went ahead and peel the t-shirt off of my body. Tyler's eyes were affixed to my body the entire time, and he licked his lips the moment my breasts came into view.

  I slid out of my pants and panties, completely exposing myself to Tyler's hungry eyes. Next, I opened the see-through glass shower door and walked inside.

  The Jacuzzi bathtub looked extremely inviting, and I would have loved the chance to soak in it. But with Tyler's eyes on me, I thought it was best to opt for a cold shower instead.

  Tyler

  She turned on the water and shyly started rubbing the soap on her voluptuous body. She looked so incredible with her body all wet that I felt myself jealous of the beads of water caressing her skin.

  I was hoping she would stay in the shower for a while longer to put on a naughty show for me. But her shyness must have gotten in the way because the water was turned off before I had enough time to admire her curves.

  She asked for a towel, so I walked to the linen closet to grab it for her. Thank goodness the closet was inside the bathroom, allowing me to keep my eyes on her. I wasn't actually worried that she'd run away while wet and naked. I was just concerned about having to miss even a second of her gloriously naked and on display.

  She was standing there wet and shivering when I walked over to open the shower door. Our fingers touched as I handed her the fluffy towel, and I couldn't help but feel the spark ignite between us.

  In that instant, I wanted nothing more than to turn her around, lean her against the shower wall, and enter her from behind. My cock pummeling into her over and over again would be all she needed to feel warm again. Plus, it might finally get rid of the erection I had going on in my pants.

  Despite all odds, I was able to control myself. I let go of her hand and watched with lust as she toweled herself dry.

  "Follow me into the bedroom and I'll get you something clean to wear," I said once she had the towel wrapped around her nubile body.

  I reached inside one of my drawers and fished out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Then I watched intently as Vivian removed the towel to throw on the clean t-shirt I had just given her.

  The water droplets that clung to her hair dripped onto the front of the t-shirt, causing her to look like she was in the middle of a wet t-shirt contest. That did it for me. I could no longer contain myself.

  I grabbed her face and tilted it up towards mine. My tongue probed inside her mouth. I flung the towel onto the floor, making her naked body accessible to me once more.

  Vivian

  He had me ensnared between his rock-hard, solid body and the mattress of his bed. His hands raked over my entire body, caressing me, and squeezing me. His erection pressed against my thigh, and
it thrilled me to know how much he wanted me.

  He roughly pushed me onto the bed. His kisses trailed down my neck and onto my cleavage. He flicked his tongue against my hard nipples before clamping down on them with his teeth. I moaned and arched my back in response.

  He stayed there and lavished his attention fully on my breasts for a while longer before continuing on his journey south. He licked his way down my belly, then bit on the sensitive skin on my inner thigh.

  He had me so turned on, I would have given up my soul just to feel him inside my body.

  After teasing around my sex for quite some time, he finally had mercy on me and lapped at my wet folds. Then he swept his tongue against my aching nub over and over again. It felt incredible, but still, I needed more. I needed him inside of me now!

  "Tell me, Vivian, what do you want?"

  "I want you," I moaned.

  "You want me how?" he demanded.

  "I want you inside of me."

  "Louder, Vivian, I can't hear you."

  "Please, Tyler. I need you inside me now."

  He got out of his clothes in record time. His strong body hovered over my much more delicate one, enabling me to feast my eyes on his broad shoulders, ripped abs, and chiseled chest.

  His mouth covered mine as he guided his hard-on to my entrance. I could feel the tip of him prodding through my sex as our kiss deepened. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as he pushed in further.

  I flinched when he broke through the barrier that just a moment ago had signified my virginity. I considered telling him to stop because it hurt so much. But then his finger found my hot little button, and I was back to feeling pleasure again.

  I relaxed my body, and he resumed moving inside. His strokes were slow and sensual at first, then quickened as he continued. The pain I felt earlier dissipated as I gave in to the pleasure that consumed me with each and every single one of his thrust.

  I was his completely now, and it all felt so right. He pounded into me faster and faster while his hands groped at my breasts. The sound of his body slamming against mine was lewd and provocative at the same time.