Two Kings

Chapter 34

He takes a step forward, trying to figure out where to stand. So, I sidestep and let him share the tiny blasts of hot water coming from the overhead shower. I blow out a tiny breath and watch the water run down Rico's chest, before he leans into me, and his mouth touches mine and his tongue nudges my lips. I open my mouth for him, and his tongue enters, does a gentle sweep and pulls away, as if he has another pressing issue to contend with.

He grabs the soap and rubs it between his hands, getting a lather up. That's a lot of soap I want to say, but don't. He runs his soapy fingers across my breasts and over my nipples. Tiny bubbles of soap stick to my skin as his tongue rests against his top lip as if it wants to dive on my breast but doesn't. Instead, he focuses on the movement of his fingers as they move back and forward, causing a flood of tiny tingles to stir deep inside my lower gut.

I bite my lip and Rico grins. He knows what he's doing as he touches my body, causing the tension inside me to build even further.

I spit and rinse.

My focus stays on his hands as he lathers them up again. He drops the soap on the floor, and with foamy hands, he runs his right one down my stomach. My breathing stops as his hand slips between my legs. I clench my lip between my clean teeth and a swell of heat fills my lower parts. I go from calm to trembling with want as his fingers massage my most sensitive spot and his erection jabs me in the hip. "Are you trying to wash me or make me horny?" I ask.

Rico leans over me, his finger still moving as he lowers his head and rubs his nose across the tip of mine. "I thought you needed some gentle stimulation."

"What if the nurse walks in?"

He kisses me and smiles against my mouth. "If she's lucky, she can watch."

"You wanna get me up against the wall again?" I ask, leaning back against the cold tiles.

Rico shakes his head. "No. You're not ready for that."

Even though I'd love to protest and prove him wrong, he's probably right. I drag my top lip through my teeth as his finger picks up the pace. A sudden influx of hormones invades my body, leaving me wondering if every shower with him would be so sensual or so rousing.

Rico drops and squats Infront of me; spreading me with his fingers before he slides in between my legs. His tongue touches my inner thigh and slowly continues in an upward motion until it connects with my clit. My eyes shoot open. I can't help but giggle as I look down through the stream of water and watch him. But I can't see much of anything, only feel the sensation of his tongue as it twirls in a circular motion against my clit. 

My lower body starts to twitch, and I can't help but moan as his tongue licks and flicks-- over and over until my breathing becomes heavy.

With the tension building inside of me, I rest my head back against the tiles and savour the moment while his tongue is buried deep in my hidden cavern. His mouth is my new favorite place, and it's heating my insides as a scolding summer day right before a storm. The sensations he's stirring inside me-powerful, moving from my outer layers to my inner lawyers, touching me deep inside.

"Oh, God!" I moan as the tension builds. My lip slips through my teeth and my lower jaw twists. "Yes. Like. that." Not that he's aware that he's the first guy to bring me to orgasm this way. Marcus could never hit the right note.

A tingling sensation runs up my spine, bringing me closer and closer - until I bite my lip as the pleasurable release breaks inside me, making my pelvis shudder before it rocks my entire body from the inside out. 

A moment later, with weak legs, I run my fingers through Rico's hair, his hungry tongue traveling up my stomach as he rises to his full height, towering over me.

He rests his arm on the wall above my head and lowers his head, licking his lips, knowing he did what he set out to do. He presses his mouth to mine, and I taste myself on his mouth as I whisper, "what about you?"

Rico pulls back, his forehead pressed to mine. "That was for me. I've been thinking of it since last night."

Over the next week, my recovery is better than even I expected. And since the doctor said I can go back to the mansion today instead of Sunday as planned, I'm eager to leave.

I've not told anyone the doctor said I could go, since I'm hoping to surprise Rico. We've been getting on so well, it's promising. But can we maintain the same intimate connection we've formed in here in front of his family? I hope so. But I'm not sure. And I can't help but be a nervous over what they'll think?

After saying goodbye to Trav, I exit the make shift hospital and make my way along the short path to the mansion. That's when I hear Marco on the rooftop yell "four". He's no doubt stoned again and hitting golf balls from the rooftop, aiming them at basketball hoops he placed around the estate gutters. I've seen him in action, and let me say he's no Tiger Woods.

It's weird how this place has grown on me. And I'm not speaking of the luxuries it offers. But the Mancini's themselves.

With an eager step, I enter at the back of the mansion. Security greeting me with wide smiles and cheery words. We engage in idle chatter before I walk along a short corridor that leads to the garage where the lift is. It seems ages since I was last here. But it's only been six days, five in the makeshift hospital and one night at home.

As I enter the lift, I stare into the mirror on the back wall and run my fingers through the end of my ponytail, glad to be out and free. Now Rico and I can have a night without Trav snoring and listening.

The lift pings, the doors open, and I pull my tight tee shirt lower to show some cleavage. No sooner do I exit; I see Rico's bedroom door shut. Which means nothing, since the door is always shut.

I tap my knuckle against the door before I open it. The sight of Rico stretched out on the bed, naked, with Gia's naked body on top, riding him, has me struggling for a breath.

"Get the fuck out of here, bitch!"

Gia's harsh words have me spinning around and leaping in a run, unable to form a cohesive thought as my legs pound the top-level floor to straight to my room.

I slam my bedroom door shut, lock it, and storm for the walk-in wardrobe. I grab my case from the shelf and drop it on the floor. Why did I assume Rico felt something for me? What a stupid fool I am. But as confused as I am by him, I'm too invested to turn a blind eye and pretend I didn't see them together.

I grab an arm full of clothes and dump them in my case. I'm so hurt right now that I need to get as far from here as I can.