04 - Alessa Sullivan

Alessa Sullivan

Going with Giulia's father, I don't know where, wasn't what I was planning above that night. In fact, neither was giving my virginity to an older man.

But now I'm sitting here in front of him, with his hand on my chin, looking for some sign that I'm insecure about being there in front of him.

It wasn't insecurity that was making me think, but I was thinking about what to say to Giulia about my disappearance with her father. I don't want to lose your friendship, it's very important to me.

“I accept your proposal…” His lips stick to mine and I let him lead that sensual dance with his warm, enveloping tongue.

Before long, I was lying under him on the sofa with its extremely comfortable gray fabric. I grip the collar of his shirt tightly, keeping him trapped in my body.

I feel him pull away from my lips and when I open my eyes he looks confused, staring at me.

“That's wrong…” He doesn't finish the sentence.  

“Maybe, but it's too late now.” I start unbuttoning his shirt.  

I love seeing his chiseled chest with dark hair, giving off such a masculine vibe, making me even more excited than when I asked him to come into the library.  

“You're just a girl!” He exclaims and gets off me.  

I breathe slowly to keep the feeling of rejection at bay; after all, he's a much older man and probably fits the mold of a traditional man.  

I pulled down the dress that was bunched up at my hips to prevent him from staring even more at my nudity. His hungry gaze constantly betrays him, but I believe he must have a sermon to deliver to me.  

I distance myself as much as I can from the man's body, which was now desiring, every cell of mine begging him to tear me out of this dress and do the same as he did in the damn library.  

I watch as he paces back and forth, sometimes turning towards me and falling silent, probably unable to find a justification for the desire that was becoming uncomfortable.  

I rise from the couch and walk to where he had left the glass on the floor. I feel his eyes following me to the bottle, which I read to be a twelve-year-old Scotch whiskey.

“I am almost twenty-one years old, Mr. De Luca, don't think of me as some insecure and helpless little girl,” I say as I pour a drink.  

He stands still near the curtain that was partially open, letting light spill into the dark room.  

“I'm an orphan who had to learn what life can do, Mr. De Luca,” I say as I approach him and take a sip of the whiskey, feeling it burn down my throat.  

“You don't understand…” He begins, but I interrupt him by handing him the glass and making him drink.  

“Yes, I do understand,” I smile, standing next to him and watching the movement. “I am a confident woman who decided to give my virginity to a man I thought I would never see again.” I feel his gaze on my face.  

I turn to face him, just so he can accept what I will say next.  

“But look where I am, you said you would be gentle, but you let your morality speak louder...”  

I take a deep breath and step towards him.  

“If you're not going to keep your word, I'd like to return to the party from where you took me!” I say confidently.  

I might not have sexual experience, but I am neither naive nor concerned about what he is thinking at this moment.

I really want to try what he has so lovingly proposed, even though I felt pain the first time, in the end, I was able to feel the pleasure of an orgasm.

“You know what, fuck it…”

His hands grasp my thighs and lift me off the ground. I press my lips to him, letting the horniness take over our desires.

I notice when he walks in a different direction from the sofa we were just on.

“I'm going to give you pleasure in a bed, ragazza…”  his voice was hoarse.

In between kisses, I watch as we enter a bright room, I'm gently placed on the bed and I watch as he walks away.

Mattia de Luca is an undeniably handsome man, just like his Italian daughter, he has a charm that I've never found in boys my age, his defined chest as well as his abdomen with the hair coming down and making a sinful trail.

I love to see when he gets rid of his shoes and jeans that show off his round ass. I start to pant when he climbs onto the bed on his knees in just his boxer shorts.

“We'll do it the way I wanted before that clever tongue seduced me.” I bite my lower lip to suppress a smile.

“Sit down, I want to take off that cloth you call a dress.” I do as he asks.

Our eyes are locked on each other, and I can't deny that I love the way his fingers touch the side of my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

“You are beautiful,” his compliment massages my ego.

“You are too…” I say before being kissed and laid down on the bed.

I remove my dress and watch it being tossed aside in the room. My breasts aren't large, but I love their size; my nipples were already hard with arousal.

I can't resist the urge to press my thighs together, but a strong, large hand prevents it, settling between my legs.

“Relax, I'll give you what you need!” he says deeply.

I grip the quilt covering the bed tightly and try to relax as he plants gentle kisses on my neck.

Seeing this Italian man settling between my legs made me even more in need of his affection. His kisses on my neck, his beard scratching my breasts before his tongue starts to play with my nipples.

“See, we could have done this earlier,” he complains.

“But earlier, if I had known who you were, we wouldn't be doing this now,” I retort, laughing.

“Definitely not!”

His hands squeeze my waist, undoubtedly leaving a mark. My fingers thread through his hair just before his skilled mouth reaches my core.

I open my eyes just as he lifts his head and runs his index finger along my wet slit.

“Does it hurt?” His looked is concerned. I touch his face, holding his gaze.

“I'm full of desire now, I don't feel any pain,” I say softly.

“Since you say so, I'll taste you.” His fingers part my lips, and pressure builds in my abdomen as his tongue touches my clitoris.

I gasp as his tongue and finger evoke sensations I've never felt before; I surrender to the experience and small spasms ripple through my legs, my back arches off the bed, and an explosion occurs.

“That's an orgasm!” He says as he sucks up my fluids. “Want more?”

Son of a bitch, so damn cocky…

My mind is foggy, and all I can do is curse the Italian who gave me an orgasm different from the one in the library. I can't manage to say yes or no.

He runs his tongue once more along my slit and then rises from the bed. I'm confused, but when he pulls off his underwear and I see the size of his penis.

Heavens, the man is huge; no wonder it was so intense, he nearly split me in two. I watch as he grabs a condom and covers himself.

“I would love to feel your warmth, but I have a feeling you're not on birth control.” I nod in confirmation.

I cover my breasts with my hands, and for some reason, I start to feel shy in front of the man before me. He approaches and positions himself between my legs, leaving small kisses until he's almost lying on top of me.

“I'm sorry, for earlier…”

My hands move to his shoulders, trying to brace myself for his new entry. I keep my eyes locked on his; his finger touches my clitoris again as I feel his lips on my neck, giving little bites along my jaw until reaching my mouth.

I surrender, and we start a kiss filled with desire and lust, unlike any few kisses I had experienced before.

It was something else…

It was very intense…

And it was definitely a kiss from someone who knew exactly what they were doing. His erection approaches my entrance. His thighs pin mine to prevent them from closing.

“I'll go slow…” I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side.

I feel him guiding his penis to my entry, and I'm mistaken to think it wouldn't hurt anymore. I hold my breath as he slides through my freshly torn flesh.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

His lips return to mine while his fingers play with the throbbing nerve, and I hear his moans of pleasure. I knew the last thing he wanted at that moment was for me to ask him to stop entering.

Even though it was painful, my body began to adapt to his size inside me, and the pain was becoming bearable.

“Open your eyes!” he asks gently. “It should have happened like this.”

I nod and my lips part, drawing in a breath, while I let myself be taken to a bright place filled with all the pleasure I was feeling.

His entry, though slow, was enjoyable. I settle better on the bed and hold on to his shoulders, rolling my hips to feel more friction and unsure of what to do next.

“Do you want it faster?” I nod, inhale deeply, and let him move as he thinks best.

A mix of sensations was leaving me confused; I knew he couldn't be a man to fall in love with—we would have this one moment, and then I would return to my life as a student.

I loved seeing him making an effort to make me feel good at that moment, even though I could still see in his eyes the confusion of feelings he must have been experiencing.

A new orgasm was starting to build; I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him do his best. I relaxed as I approached the edge of the cliff, and suddenly, he was out of me, removing the condom and masturbating in front of me.

His sperm splattered across my belly and groin. I was so out of breath and tired from what I had just experienced that I didn't mind the mess.

My smile was much wider than when I had run away from him in the library. I move away from the bed and let him lie down beside me, considering he must be exhausted too. Feeling unsure about what to say or do next, I simply get up from the bed and walk towards the bathroom, which has its door open.

“Hey, wait.” I don't stop, but simply enter the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and let the cold water soothe the tense muscles in my back and, most importantly, my intimacy, which was now on fire.

Before I could even step into the shower, the hands that until recently had been venerating each of my curves were on my abdomen, pulling me against his body.

“What's wrong?” His question is something I don't know how to answer. “Did I do something wrong?”

I wriggle out of his grasp and turn to face him.

“You were wonderful, even when I had no idea who you were and were a virgin,” I say, looking into his eyes.

“But I can't let my desire have something like that again make you just an option!” I say as best as I can.

“Hold on, I have the same intention,” he replies, his eyebrows furrowed. “But I want to make amends for what I did.”

He insists on the same conversation, which makes me shake my head.

“Mr. Mattia, I'm your daughter's best friend. How do you think our next meeting will go?” I ask directly.

His full lips form a straight line, and I can see his mind trying to solve the equation I just laid in his lap.

“That's what I thought. I'm going to take a shower and would appreciate it if you could call a taxi for me,” I say as I turn away to take my shower.

Even though he was there behind me, trying to be kind, we remained silent. My shower was quick, and soon after, I went to get dressed. I urgently needed to stop by a pharmacy to buy something for the discomfort I was feeling between my legs.

I pick up my dress from the floor, and when I look at the quilt, I see it's still a bit stained. I sit on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes and decide to wait for him in the living room.

I walk slowly through the space and go to the door leading to the balcony. The view is beautiful, showing a large part of Washington. I walk to the railing—we are many meters above ground. Since I was occupied being kissed by my friend's father, I hadn't noticed which floor we had stopped on.

The scent of his cologne reached me long before I could hear him approaching. I wait until he stops beside me.

“The choice is yours to tell Giulia what happened here,” he says, and I simply nod.

“I won't say anything, and I would like you to do the same. I believe we won't be seeing each other again,” I state confidently.

“I'll call a taxi for you.” Our eyes meet again.

I could tell that just as I was affected by his presence, he felt the same. I turn towards him and gaze at the muscles on his chest, then raise my hand and touch them gently. He closes his eyes, and I don't know what I was thinking when I rise on my tiptoes and kiss his lips.

His arms wrap around my waist and hold me against his body while I feel that kiss as a farewell. I pull away when I start to run out of breath, inhale his scent one last time, and feel the tender kiss he leaves on my forehead.

“Thank you for giving me something as valuable as you did, and forgive me for being the way I was,” I smile at the memory.

“You made up for it very well!” I look into his eyes and see something there.

But I won't bother to create an illusion.

After all, it would be a forbidden romance either way. My friendship with Giulia is much more important than having an affair with an older man.

“I'm leaving,” I say as I pull away, and his hands release me reluctantly.

“Can you pay…” He looks around.

“Don't worry about it. Until we meet again, Mr. De Luca, it was a pleasure to meet you,” I say, bidding farewell to this irresistibly hot Italian.

I feel him walking behind me, muttering something in Italian that I barely understand. He steps beside me to open the door, and his clear, pleading look asks me to stay.

“Goodbye…”

I leave his house without looking back, and fortunately, the elevator is already descending and opens its doors as soon as I press the button. As I walked away, I realized this was my greatest adventure yet, and now I must come up with some excuse for my friend.