Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Five

Rossi narrows his eyes at you, before shutting the door and walking over to his side. You rest your elbow on the door, your head in your hand as Rossi starts the car and drives toward the motel. You find yourself glancing at him, studying the way he grips the steering wheel and clenches his jaw. He's been tense all day, especially around the detective.

You feel guilty, knowing that Rossi has been fighting the urge to just punish you and belt the detective for every breath he made near you. Whenever your husband or past partners were possessive when it came to anyone looking at you, it would irk you, infuriate you that they thought they 'owned' you or made out you were 'theirs.' 

But with Rossi, it turns you on. The mere thought of him calling you his, soaks your panties. You like his possessive side, especially when he's dominant. You love nothing more than when he's telling you when you can or can't cum, when he ties you up and renders you completely vulnerable to him.

The motion of the car stopping pulls you from your thoughts. You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and slide out of the SUV, following close behind Rossi as you both step into the elevators of the motel.

The moment the door's close, Rossi turns and pins you against the wall, his mouth devouring yours. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him even closer and feeling his constricted pants against you. You let out a muffled moan at the contact of his hardened cock brushing your already wet core.

The elevator stops and the doors slide open, the two of you stumbling out and hurrying to his room. You run a hand down his chest, smirking at his heavy breathing as he fumbles to unlock the door. "Y/N!"

Removing your hand, you stay close, your presence no doubt still distracting him. "Stand by the bed." Rossi drags you into the room, shrugging his blazer off and rolling his sleeves.

Dragging your bottom lip through your teeth, your eyes rake him hungrily as you take in his dark Italian skin, his shirt unbuttoned. Within seconds he closes the gap, his hands coming up to remove your blazer and pull your turtleneck out from under your pants.

You reach for his belt, desperate for him. "Don't." His tone sends a shiver down your spine. He's punishing you. Torturously removing your clothes and purposefully skimming your delicate skin as he takes his time, admiring you. Rossi knows you want nothing more than to rip the clothes off him and have him in you, but he's not going to give you that.

He slides your pants down, his thumb trailing your legs as they pool at your shoes. Rossi pauses, taking in your thigh high heeled boots. You can't help but smirk, knowing your plan was working. Push him all day and wear one of your more practical thigh highs that you know he loves.

"Dave-" You whine, his lips kissing the insides of your thighs.

"Get on the bed."

Climbing up, you lay on your back. His eyes rake your body, filled with hunger and lust as he stares at you in your lingerie and thigh-high boots. He contemplates just getting off from looking at you, knowing how needy you are, but he just needs to be in you first.

Unbuckling his belt, Rossi hovers over you, taking your hands and moving them above your head. Your stomach sinks as you realise what he's doing. You love nothing more than raking your nails down his back and having your hands all over him, and he's taking that privilege away.

"You remember your safe word?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek. 

"Yes." After your dinner with Rossi a couple of weeks ago, Rossi brought up using a safe word, for times like these where you want to push him and he snaps. You chose the common safe word, red to stop.