Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Twenty Four

Rossi gently lays you onto the bed, crawling between your legs and pausing to admire you. You frown slightly, curious as to why he's just gazing down at you and not fucking you already. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." He murmurs, his hands laying beside your head taking most of his weight as he leans down to kiss you, hiding your heated cheeks.

You sit up, swiftly pushing Rossi onto his back and straddling his waist, your dress bunching at your hips. You lace your hands with his, putting them above his head and returning your lips to his, grinding against him. He groans, his hips rolling up and his fingers tightening. Smiling, you trail down his jaw and neck, sucking new marks and teasing his sweet spot, enjoying the whimpers leaving his lips.

Slipping from his grip, you quickly slide off him and stand at the foot of the bed. Rossi props up on his elbows, confusion spread across his features. "I thought I was taking that off." He rasps, his eyes raking your half-naked body as the dress pools at your feet.

You lick your bottom lip, sauntering toward him and standing between his legs. "You thought wrong." He narrows his eyes at you, eyeing you suspiciously. You can't help but smirk, unbuckling his belt and sliding his jeans down. His eyebrows raise, a 'you're going to get it' look on his face.

He may act like he doesn't like it, but his body says differently. Who knew he was so responsive?

Moving to straddle his lap, you bite your lip to contain the moan that threatens to spill at the feeling of his cock rubbing against you. Rossi tenses his jaw, watching as you torturously unbutton his shirt and run your hands down his chest. He's trying to deny the fact that he likes not having to be in control, every so often.

Coaxing him up, you glide his blazer and shirt off his shoulders, placing them on the edge of the bed and pressing your lips to his. Rossi responds immediately, his hands spanning your back and keeping you flush to him, his finger's deftly unhooking your bra.

You moan against his lips, his cock brushing your clit and sending a wave a pleasure throughout your body. Your lungs burn without adequate oxygen, your breath moulding with his as you grind on him, earning you a groan. Reluctantly you have to pull back, your chest heaving.

"Y/N," He moans, pleading for you to stop teasing.

Reaching down, you guide his cock into you, throwing your head back as your walls stretch to accommodate him. You use his shoulders for leverage, your hips sliding up and down his cock. Rossi groans in pleasure, his fingers digging into your back and his hips thrusting up.

"Fuck baby," You pant in his ear, your lips brushing his neck.

His laboured breath fans your shoulder, his hands snaking down to your hips and moving you to his own pace. You chuckle, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to his side. Rossi scowls, gritting his teeth and shooting you a 'you're definitely going to get it now' glare as he grips the bed.

"No touching unless I say."

He doesn't respond, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he plots different ways to punish you. Your walls clench around his cock, making him cry out and thrust his hips upwards. You moan, your nails raking down Rossi's chest and enticing a groan, his head leaning back. You stoop down to press kisses along his neck and shoulder, your pelvis bouncing on his.

The pressure builds in your stomach, your legs beginning to shake as they grow tired but it doesn't deter you. Gently nipping on Rossi's collarbone, you slam down on his cock, feeling it brush against your g-spot.

As you throw your head back and arch into him, Rossi uses the moment to flip you. You yelp in surprise, your eyes wide as you stare up at him, a sadistic glint in his eye. "You cum when I tell you to, and I don't remember relinquishing control, gattina."