18.1
Adriano
Holy shit.
Georgina kneels on the floor with her face turned upward. Georgina, the head of a foundation. Georgina, the woman volunteering her time with a children's charity. Georgina, the fucking daughter of the President of the United States of America. Georgina, who’s classy and smart and funny and pretty and… covered in my cum.
Our cum.
What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were we thinking?
She opens her eyes and looks at me with flushed pink cheeks, her face radiant. Then she takes her index finger, wipes it along a droplet of cum near her chin and… puts it in her fucking mouth.
I think I could come again watching her suck her finger clean.
It's like a switch was flipped in her or something – timid, hesitant, self-conscious Georgina is gone and in her place is a shit-sure-of-herself vixen.
Nathaniel and I reach for her hands and pull her to her feet.
Then she pauses, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "That was…" Her voice trails off.
“Fucking hot,” Nathaniel says quickly.
“Really fucking hot,” I agree, kissing Georgina tenderly on the lips. I’m afraid that the expression that just passed across her face means she's thinking about what just happened, that she's regretting it, and that she's about to run screaming out of the kitchen. I'd do just about anything in the world to keep her from doing that. “We should get you cleaned up.”
"Let's get you to the shower," Nathaniel suggests.
I just came, yet my cock twitches at the suggestion of getting into the shower with Georgina, even if it’s with Nathaniel at the same time. I don’t care how I have to have this girl. I just want her, even if I have to share her. “We can definitely take care of you in the shower.”
I slide one arm behind Georgina's back and the other under her knees, picking her up before she can protest – or Nathaniel can pick her up himself. She feels so tiny in my arms.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking down the hallway,” she argues.
“I know. I’m just concerned you’re going to have second thoughts and take off out of here, and I don’t want that to happen before we get you in the shower.”
“It’s for your own good,” Nathaniel chimes in, walking ahead of us toward his room.
“For my own good?”
“We made you a mess, we need to clean you up,” he explains.
“We really, really made you a mess,” I agree.
“So the shower is solely for my benefit, huh?" Georgina's face is close to mine and I just want to kiss her again and again.
“A hundred percent,” Nathaniel assures her. “We don’t have any untoward intentions, do we, Adriano?”
“I don’t know what untoward means, but if Nathaniel is suggesting I’m not going to try to put my penis in you the first chance I get, you should know he doesn’t speak for me. Because I’m going to. So don’t drop the soap.”
Georgina slaps my chest playfully. “Has anyone ever told you that you're a pig?"
Nathaniel snorts. I ignore him because, well, I can’t really get mad at anything right now, not after Georgina’s lips were just wrapped around my cock. In fact, I'm practically fucking whistling as I walk.
“In the shower, I’ll show you just how much of a pig I can be,” I reply, my voice exaggeratedly seductive.
Georgina wrinkles her nose. “I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds terrible.”
Nathaniel groans. “Seriously, dude. I never realized how little game you actually have.”
“Good thing I have a big dick.”
Georgina can’t even hide the way she blushes when I say it.
“You are a big dick,” Nathaniel says.
I carry Georgina inside the master suite – Nathaniel’s master suite – and into the giant shower. When I set her down on her feet inside on the marble tile, I bump into Nathaniel and for a second, it's probably the most uncomfortable and awkward situation in human history, even if there is a naked girl standing right in front of us.
After all, Nathaniel is my best friend in the world. And yeah, I’ve seen him naked more times than I can count in locker rooms, but that doesn’t mean I want to see him naked in any other context. Or that I want to see him fuck a woman. Or that I want him to watch me fuck a woman.
Or that I want a woman to give us blowjobs at the same time.
But I really, really want Georgina.
And what happened in the kitchen a few minutes ago wasn’t all that awkward when it was happening. Watching Nathaniel put his mouth between Georgina’s legs should have made me jealous as hell, except it didn’t.
In fact, something about watching them together turned me on.
I don’t know what the hell that means.
I don’t have time to think about it, though, because just then Georgina slips a little on the wet tile in the shower, letting out a little shriek as she slides into me. I react quickly, grabbing her arm to hold her up. When she laughs, she falls against my chest and my arms slip around her back like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
The instant she touches me, I’m hard again. It’s like I’m a teenage boy and she’s the first girl I’ve ever crushed on. It’s embarrassing as hell how much I want this woman.
Georgina looks up at me, her hands on my chest, her green eyes wide and bright. When I press my lips to hers, she opens for me. Her tongue seeks out mine, almost like she's suddenly uncertain, even though she just had my cock between her lips. The fact that she’s hesitating makes her more endearing.
