Banana III
Alejandro's POV
I look at Alexi needing to do something - anything to stop my mind from reeling. "So..." His shoulders tense, and he looks up from his plate of eggs while I search for something of value to say. But come up with none "How are things going with you?"
I didn't do small talk nor did I really care about such futile matters and my men knew that, which is why he looks surprised.
Squaring his shoulders he swallows his bite nearly choking on the mouthful before he speaks. "Good, Capo." He trails off and I can tell my behaviour is making him nervous.
His frantic eyes search around the table no doubt looking for something to say and when they land on the seat across from him, he looks almost relieved. "I... Have been teaching Camila how to code, yes! That's something I've been keeping myself busy with lately." He rushes out before proudly puffing out his chest and smiling up at me.
My jaw tightens and I don't make any move to reply as I suppress a sigh.
The universe really was working against me.
The next thing I know I'm hearing a hum in agreement from my left. "Yeah, Alexi's a good teacher. But I don't like coding all that much."
Her gaze touches the side of my face and I'm tempted to look at her, but I don't. Silence fills our end of the table and when I look up to Alexi, I see him staring at me expectantly. His brows furrow at my behaviour and with a sigh, I realize he's waiting for me to say something to Camila.
I clear my throat, "That's fine-" I say, casting a glance towards her only to nearly choke on air as my eyes connect with hers.
A sparkling crystal blue, blinking up at me so innocently while shes got her lips wrapped around a banana.
She's pushing a banana into her mouth as she stares up at me with those fuck me eyes. Christo.
An ache hardens beneath the table as I watch her for a brief moment.
Don't fall for it.
Alexi's voice drags me away from the way my dirty mind reels at the scene I'd just encountered.
Lips wrapped around the tip, sucking ever so lightly.
She was the untimate temptation.
"-And so I really liked him. I mean my Ma's always saying he's had it bad for me since grade school, but like, I was never sure, ya know? I was the weird chubby kid and he was the captain of the debate team. But I don't know-" I tune Alexi back out.
Who knew that kid had a mouth on him.
"I don't want you getting hurt. So no, Camila." Once again, as if proving she's got control over my mind, my attention moves to conversation happening between Ethan and my little temptation.
"I don't care what you say, I'm going." That bratty little voice of hers makes my pulse spike and the way she rolls her eyes agitates me so much I can't help but want to punish her.
I cant help myself. "What is this I'm hearing about you saying you're leaving this house?" Temptation aside, she wasn't going anywhere. Not when I could make sure it was safe.
Camila's head turns to mine and my eyes naturally drift th the spoonful of vanilla yogurt she pops into her mouth before she licks the spoon clean.
Her brows are furrowed in annoyance and the spoon dangles from her mouth a moment, before she pulls it out.
A drop of yogurt coats her bottom lip and I have to force my hand around my thigh to stop myself from reaching out.
Her lips are moving, but I'm not focused on what she's saying. Instead I'm focused on the way her tongue darts out to lick the white cream off and I know it's not her fucking with me anymore.
It's all on me.
I'm the one getting hard at the sight of her eating breakfast. I'm the one watching those plump lips wanting to devour them.
"-have to go, Alejandro." Her gaze is filled with determination as she eyes me seriously.
I hide behind a hum, knowing that I hadn't retained a single fucking thing she just said.
"So can I go Alejandro?" Her eyes plead with me a moment and as if the wait for my answer makes her nervous, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth.
Blood thrumming I pull my attention to her pleading eyes, the blue in them sparking and pleading with me. And then she flutters those thick lashes and I can't help but get lost in those big fuck me eyes. "-jandro?"
"Capo." It's Ethan that finally gets my attention and my eyes dart to his to see him staring back at me weirdly. "Tutto bene?" (Boss | Everything okay?)
"Sì, " I wave off and before I can finish off my half assed excuse our attention turns to Camila who's swiping a finger along the yogurt on either side of her lips, slipping it onto the tip of her finger.
Her finger then travels up to the seam of her lips, where she sucks it off.
And then my composure explodes and my mind flashes. Flashes to the image of her sucking my fingers clean of her cum after I brought her to her first orgasm.
I withhold a groan but I can't stop the way the material of my slacks tighten around the growing bulge in my groin.
I can't possibly take anymore of this.
"Yes." I boom suddenly, pushing my plate up and standing after discreetly adjusting myself in my pants.
I'm met with complete and utter silence as everyones eyes snap to mine, eyeing me curiously and it's then I realize I make no sense.
I needed to get my shit together. Today was not the day for a nineteen year old girl to be working her way into my mind and cock.
I don't offer an explanation, I merely straighten out and nod once before turning around and striding out of the room without another word.
I walk away from my men and Camila, grateful for the busy, jam packed day ahead for had I had a few extra moments to spare I would no doubtedly be slipping my hand into my pants and doing something I had been desperately trying to avoid.
I was fucked.
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