Niki
I opened my eyes to the bright sun of Milan. I still couldn't believe I was in Italy. This morning I woke up with Jesse snuggled up against me in bed. I rolled over and shut off his alarm.
“Hey, sleepy head, time to get up.”
He moaned and reached for me, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me into his taught body. Our shapes melded together perfectly under the light bed sheet; he nestled his nose into the back of my head and, in a voice muffled by my hair, said, “I don't want to get up.”
I wiggled my butt up against him and said with a smile, “Five more minutes, then you have to get up. I'll order our breakfast from room service.”
He pushed my long hair aside from the back of my neck and started nibbling at my skin gently and playfully raking his teeth over it. “How about I just eat you for breakfast?”
It tickled and I hunched up my shoulders with a giggle. “I'm not on your diet. You are in training, remember, can’t have too many sweets.”
“Ha, you're funny. You should've been named Candy. You are my candy girl. That's what I'm going to call you, from now on.” He snickered.
“Really? A stripper name?”
He laughed. “My stripper girl. You can strip for me tonight, when I get back from training. I’ll have a hard-on all day just thinking about it.”
“I can just picture it. You out there on your bike, riding with a hard-on. Ouch. That's gotta hurt.”
He locked me into his strong arms and playfully wrestled me back and forth on the bed.
Melodramatically, he yelled out, “Oh Candy, oh Candy, baby, I got a big hard on for you, baby.” He thrust his hips into me, pretending to hump me, while I laughed at his juvenile humor.
“Stop, stop,” I squealed. “We’d better get up, or you'll be late.” I wrestled myself free of his grip and rolled away from him. I misjudged how little bed I had on my side and practically rolled onto the floor, still laughing, in an effort to escape the dreaded tickle torture that he had in store for me. He reached out to grab me, but only caught air as I dashed for my robe and the phone to order our breakfast.
“Don't think you've escaped me yet... Candy. I'll taste you tonight.”
I waved him away as I dialed the front desk extension. “Go take a shower, hot stuff. Breakfast will be here when you get out.”
He stood up completely naked, his magnificent body bulging with muscles. His physical workouts with the trainers really showed in the sleek definition of his muscles. His pecs were perfect, his biceps bulged and his stomach muscles were tight as a drum. There wasn’t one inch of excess body fat on him and I loved the view, every inch of it; I wondered how I got so lucky, to have the one guy all the girls wanted. He shoved his hand through his hair and headed to the shower. As he passed by me, waiting on the phone for room service to pick up, he snagged the edge of my robe and pulled it open. In a low voice he said, “Want to join me in the shower?”
I smashed my hand over the mouthpiece of the phone to cover it. I had to stop talking mid-sentence to keep from giggling into the receiver. “Shhhh! He can hear you.” Jesse traced one of his fingers up my inner thigh and stopped right at my hot spot. He gave a little flick of his finger, leaned over, kissed me on the lips and said, “I'll kiss it a thousand times, sugar-pie,” and walked off to the shower. I quivered with excitement and called after him as he walked away, “I’ll be right there.” I removed my hand from the receiver to finish my order.
After that titillating invitation, I could barely contain myself and I practically hung up on the room service guy in an effort to rush into the shower before Jesse was finished.
My robe fell to the floor outside the glass of the steamy shower. As soon as he saw me standing there, in the nude, a delicious grin spread across his face and he reached a hand out of the stream of water to pull me in. His wet skin felt good against mine as he slipped his arms around my waist and pressed me to his chest, water cascading down on both of us. The warmth of the water paralleled the warmth of Jesse’s embrace. His chin rested on my head as I laid my cheek against his muscular chest and we stood together, our bodies molded as one, locked in a moment in time that was meant for only the two of us. I closed my eyes and my mind filtered out all the sharp noises of the environment, there was only the blissful rush of the water and the song in my heart. I never wanted to leave this space, this place, here in Jesse’s arms.
He slid his hands up my back, all the way up into my wet hair, stopping to cup my face. He lifted my face and I could feel a light warm mist of water shooting across my skin. My eyes fluttered against it, then closed, as he lowered his lips to mine and claimed my mouth with a deep and passionate kiss. His raw, sexy presence hit me with a force that rocked the floor beneath my feet. He pulled back and grazed his mouth against my lower lip, catching it between his teeth. He sucked on it slowly and I tasted the warm water of the shower as he pulled some of the moisture into his mouth, along with my lip. He breathed out heavily, a sound of satisfaction, then tightened his grip on me and I felt the hardness of his cock as it rose up between our bodies.
I parted my lips and only a slight breath escaped as I felt my knees weaken in response to his hand moving away from my face. I knew where it was going. A flood of tingles ran the length of my body as I anticipated where I would feel his touch next. I wasn’t disappointed. Holding me now, around my waist with one arm, Jesse levered his body so his roaming hand could easily access my hot spot. If I thought my knees would fail me before, I was sure I should need him to hold me now, as I nearly buckled when his fingers slipped between my folds. Every one of my senses was filled with stimulation. From the pelting of the water, to the warm steam, and of course Jesse’s touch circling my now hard nub, sensation sent shock waves through my body.
I felt his tongue hungrily searching my mouth, until it found its reward and met mine. I sucked his too and moaned as I took it into my mouth, wanting to fill every part of me with him. His fingers pushed up inside me and I moaned again, spreading my legs and offering him my pussy. He stroked me with his fingers, raking my G-spot, and my body ached to feel his shaft push inside of me. He stopped his strokes and reached for a breast like he had to sample all of me, give me pleasure in every possible erogenous zone, then he pushed a taught nipple into his mouth.
His voice was low and husky when he asked, “Are you mine, Niki? Say you are mine.”
I couldn’t comprehend. My mind was filled with a swirl of erotic pleasures, foggy and unfocused for the moment. I had to give it a minute for logical thoughts to surface and form. But it was more of a statement than a question and, before I could form the words to speak, he lifted me and commanded, “Put your legs around my waist.”
In one smooth move, he hoisted me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and he cupped my butt cheeks in each hand, spreading me open wider and lowered me onto his rock hard shaft. He moved us to the side where I felt the cool stone of the shower wall on my back as my weight settled down on him and he groaned with a heavy breath. My nails dug into his shoulders as he moved me up and down. I tipped my hips as far forward as possible, so my clit would rub up against him. I was in awe at the massive muscles in his arms, which held me up so effortlessly, as he pumped me with his cock. I could feel the hardness of his biceps as I held on, writhing in pleasure under the pelting water. Jesse was meant for me. He was fierce when we made love and that’s the way I liked it. I adored his hard, edgy personality. It excited me in a way no one else had ever excited me. His passion for everything he did—sex, his job, everything—was inspirational to me. Jesse helped me be the person I wanted to be, to open up and let loose, to put everything you’ve got into even the smallest thing that you do.
In an instant he pulled out and set me back on my feet, panting. I reached up to push my wet hair out of my face and, when I opened my eyes, his hand was over mine. His gaze was intent and his eyes were burning with desire. I was riveted and kept my eyes locked on his. Then he whispered, “It’s time to taste a little bit of Candy.”
I snickered at his new term of endearment for me and said, “Mmmm, lick all you want.”
Both of his hands snaked their way down my body, following every curve as they went. I opened my legs and leaned back against the shower wall as he opened the lips of my womanhood with the fingers of one hand to make room for that magical tongue. Gasping for breath, I threw my head back as his tongue found just the right spot. I clutched at his hair; it was all I could do to keep from smashing his face into my pussy. I needed his touch so badly. My nerves were tingling, and I was trembling. Every inch of me was screaming for the attention of his tongue. Right there, right there, that’s where I want it. Lick me, baby.
“Oooh, that’s good,” I moaned out.
He responded with fervent thrusts and swirls of his tongue while his other hand fucked me with his fingers. I held on, right at the edge. I didn’t want to finish yet, but he was in control, he was driving me up, up, up to the top of my orgasm and I couldn’t stop it. He pulled back with his tongue and flicked lightly for a few strokes, then drove it home hard and pushed me over the edge. I shattered and I came in his face, already wet with shower water.
As I sucked in air to steady my ragged breathing, he rose up from his knees and, before I had time to say a word, he turned me around and bent me over.
“Come on, baby, I want to come inside of you.”
I leaned forward in the position best to accommodate him. I peeked back behind me and saw him looking down, his wet strands of long hair falling forward as his head tipped down, and his hand held his raging hard shaft, gripping the girth of his manhood at the base, long, hard and erect, ready to enter me. My muscles clenched in anticipation and I put my head down, ready for more pleasure.
My entire body was vibrating, geared up for the stretch I would feel as he entered me. In seconds, he pushed into me and I reached out to steady myself as the force of his thrust moved me toward the wall. I gasped at the sheer passion with which he entered into me, strong, confident, and with the pure emotion of a man filled with raw desire. It was like he had to give in to it, like the emotion consumed him and he had no other choice but to be inside me and make love to me.
In that moment, the belief that we were meant for each other was sealed in stone. Jesse was my true love. No other man could sway me. Gio was no threat to Jesse. Content in my conviction, I closed my eyes and gave in to the mounting orgasm that was rising in the shower for the second time. Or was it the third? I wasn’t counting. I closed my eyes and gave into the powerful forces that were winding up inside my body.
Gripping my hips with his hands, he thrust harder and faster. Groaning with pleasure, he bounced me toward the wall with each movement, then recoiled for the next thrust, until I felt him tense and shudder. He released inside of me, calling my name out into the waterfall of the still streaming shower. As soon as he came he reached for my clit and finished me off, pushing me to my climax.
Holding my wet body against his, he tightened his arms around me from behind. Although I couldn't see his face, I could tell he was smiling as he held me under the water. He bent his head down softly kissing my neck.
“That was fantastic, babe.” He paused for a moment, then said, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’d be lost without you. I love you.”
I tipped my head back and turned my cheek up toward his kissing lips, still nibbling at every inch of skin he could reach. “I love you, Jesse.”
He pulled me tighter, rocking me in his arms.
“I’m probably going to be late to training, now, but I don’t give a damn. This was worth it.”
I jumped to a start and my eyes flew open. “Oh shit, Jesse. You had better get going. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me. I can hear it now, Coach will say it’s my fault. That you shouldn’t have brought me to Italy.”
He shut off the water and reached for a towel to hand to me.
“Don’t worry. He’ll get over it.
Our breakfast was waiting on a cart outside our door. I was a little embarrassed by the thought that the room service attendant probably heard our wails coming from the shower. Oh well.
Jesse hurried to get dressed and snatched a piece of bacon to eat. He stuck it in his mouth then had to let go of it to use both hands to zip up his pants. He stood there, naked to the waist, looking like Adonis with a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth as he tried to multitask.
“What are your plans for today?” he said trying to talk with half a slice of bacon hanging out of his mouth.
“No plans really. Maybe sightseeing.” I watched the bacon flapping as he talked. “That bacon is going to fall out of your mouth, sweetie.”
He finished zipping and rescued the teetering piece of bacon.
“You're not meeting with Gio?”
“No, we haven't set anything up. Maybe I'll hear from him sometime today. Who knows?”
“I hope so. You wanted to learn about the fashion scene here in Milan, right?”
“Of course.” I handed him his T-shirt. “But I also want to be here for you.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips as he took the shirt from my hand. He smelled like breakfast.
“Don't worry about that, Niki. You're stuck here at the hotel all day while I’m gone. Think about what can help you and decide from there.”
“Really? Is this the new Jesse? First tuxedos, then the opera, and now being all concerned about me and my needs? Mmm, I like this new Jesse.”
“Keep that thought in mind for tonight, babe.”
The new and improved Jesse was here in front of me, but what about at the training camp? I knew he’d got off to a bad start with one of the team members. I wasn’t convinced that he had made a transformation on all levels and I dared to ask, “How are things going at the track? Any more hard feelings between you and that guy, Ice?”
Jesse shrugged. “It is what it is. I can handle it.”
I hoped he could. I didn’t want anything to go wrong for Jesse and his team.
He snatched his rental car keys from the small wooden desk where the hotel phone sat and headed for the door. “Okay, babe, hate to cut you off but I've gotta get going.”
“Alright, sweetie, see you later.”
I followed him to the door. He brushed his lips across mine and dashed out the door.
The bed, with its crumpled white sheets and puffy pillows, looked inviting and I plopped down on it, wallowing in the bliss I felt inside. I was happy here with Jesse. I lay back, relaxing, and thought about my life. I was enjoying Milan. Yesterday had been an amazing experience, but not a word or text from Gio since. I had run out of there last night, without even a word, in the middle of the shoot. Maybe he’s mad at me about that and now the whole assistant thing is off. But I did tell him I had to be back by the evening.
My phone lay silently on the nightstand next to the bed. I sat up and checked it for any messages or calls I may have missed. Nothing. Damn. I should have stayed. I checked it again. Still nothing. I screwed up, big time.
I hadn’t said anything to Jesse. I had kept my mouth shut about it, because I didn’t want him to think he was making me miss out on an opportunity and feel guilty.
My blissful feeling began to wither, like an old party balloon, as I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at my cell phone. Although I had just checked it, seconds ago, I reached my hand out to pick it up again. I stopped in midair. This was ridiculous. My hand rested on the wooden nightstand and I rapped my nails rhythmically on its hard surface. Crap. I really had blown it.
If I want to make it in this business I need to be more aggressive. I can’t let personal circumstances get in the way of my career. Isn’t that what my dad would do? But in reality this had nothing to do with business, as far as Gio was concerned. This was just a horny Italian guy trying to get in my pants. Chalk another one up to experience. I placated myself with the thought that other opportunities would come my way.
Just when I decided I wasn’t going to ruin another beautiful day in Milan by beating myself up over this stupid Gio thing, my cell phone chimed out its familiar ring tone and I snatched it up, a little too eagerly.
“Hi, Niki.”
“Hey, Gio. What’s up?” I said as casually as possible. I bit my lip, trying to read the tone of his voice to see if he was mad at me. “How did the photo shoot go last night after I left?”
“It appears a certain someone had to leave early.” His voice sounded playful. At least that was a good sign.
“I know, I had to get back. I told you, remember?”
“I do, but you left without saying goodbye. I was looking for you and you were gone. Anyway, I forgive you, this time. Do you want to come over and see the shots we did?”
“Um...” I wanted to shout out, “absolutely” but I hesitated.
“I tell you, Niki, you missed seeing some of Franco’s amazing dress designs. If this won’t inspire you, nothing will. Franco Delmonte is a genius, you have to come over and see them.”
“I don't know...”
“Don’t you want to come and see his latest designs before anyone else? You could be the first to see his new spring collection, before the photos hit the fashion magazines.”
Damn him; he was right and I was chomping at the chance to have a sneak peek at a top designer’s collection. My friends, back at my fashion school in L.A., would be so jealous. Even Kat would be jealous. What the hell, it's a business relationship and nothing more is going to happen.
“Okay, Gio. That would be fantastic. I'll be there at two, if that's okay.”
“Sure, two it is. Ciao, bella.”
I ended the call with excitement tingling through my body. Of course I knew why Gio was doing this. I wasn’t stupid, but I didn’t care. This was an opportunity to experience the high fashion world from the inside and I could handle a crazy Italian. I wouldn’t be swayed by him, no matter what he said in his dreamy Italian voice. I could accept his favors and not fall for his charm, as long as I stayed in control.