Page 37 of Hidden Ties

With most of the family members getting married or in long-term relationships, he’d noticed that he was getting hit on more and more with each made men finding love. Sure, it could’ve been a coincidence, but Sal didn’t believe in coincidences. Growing up, he was the one always lurking in the background, and it was no different since joining the Caruso family. All female gazes went mostly to Lucca. He supposed it could have been much worse. If he had been raised as a Luciano, he would have never vied for a female’s attention between his brothers Dominic, Angel, and Matthais.

After finally gaining women’s affection, that was when he had bought a home. He guessed a part of him was somewhat embarrassed to sleep with a woman in his apartment at the Casino Hotel due to his nosy familial neighbors, not wanting to hear the jokes that he was able to get laid only when the others were taken. Sure, he blamed his lack of sex on being able to see a woman’s Internet history,which was true, but there had been some women whom he would have gotten with yet knew deep down they were only interested in other made men.

However, with Valerie, he didn’t have to think about that.

She was running her hands down his back as if she liked the feel of his skin under her hands. Sal cupped her bottom so he could arch her to his aching cock.

“I like this a lot,” she moaned.

“It gets better,” he promised, placing a kiss on her throat. “A lot better.”

Gliding his finger inside of her, he felt her muscles clamp down. All at once. Sal had to stop sucking on her nipple to rest his forehead on her chest. He didn’t have to ask if she was virgin; he felt how tight she was and how she had jumped when his finger entered her.

He didn’t have to question why Valerie was untouched. He had played the game she had created, enthralled with the imagination of who had created the world in which bubble gum quicksand entrapped opponents, bubble elevators, and pink guns which shot bubblegum nets. The game was a cross between a Rambo-style retribution and a bubblegum Barbie playland, with various Barbies and Kens playing Rambo. Hours and hours had to have been spent on the game, and from her avatars … she had a particular type of man she was drawn to. Those were hard to find in real life, which would have led her to disappointment in men in general.

Getting out of his restricting sweatpants, he slid between her thighs, sliding his cock in position where he could enter her. The need he felt for her practically sent him in shakes as they raced through his body.

Unable to prolong her first-time experience any longer, he bent her legs in the position he wanted so he would be able to thrust deeply inside of her. Ever so slowly, he inched forward.

“Sal …”

Unexpectedly hearing fear in her voice made him stop.

“You want me to stop?” he heavily breathed. It would kill him to do so, but he would.

“No.” The need in her voice matched his. “But you might want to.”

He frowned. Sal wouldn’t put it past her to have put a trap in her pussy to cut any cock that dared to enter her without her permission. “Why?”

“You’re about to enter no man’s land,” she revealed honestly. “I don’t know if you could tell, but I didn’t want it to come as a big surprise.”

He smiled. It was hard to keep his chuckle in. Of course, he knew. Hell, he had figured as much based on the clothes she wore, and she had pretty much confirmed it when she told him she had never been kissed. Him feeling how tight she was had only solidified his theory.

“I wouldn’t have been surprised.”

Valerie’s blue eyes, that matched the blue in his, almost brimmed with tears. “Are you disappointed?”

“Are you kidding? I …” He broke off, not wanting her to know he had played her game and already felt at a disadvantage to her avatars. Whether she knew it or not, she was attracted to tall men who were broodingly handsome and built as if they could take on Batman with one hand tied behind their backs. That wasn’t him. He had a gun that could get the job done without breaking a sweat. He didn’t like to sweat, always thankful for his genes naturally being lean and strong.

“I’m not disappointed,” he said thickly before placing a tender kiss on her lips.

When she kissed him back, he started moving again. Pacing his strokes, he thrust in and out of her, gradually increasing the depth of his cock. He only knew he had broken through her hymen when he felt Valerie trying to wiggle away from him. Holding her still, he slowed his pace, letting her adjust to his size until he felt her bucking against him.

God, she feels so fucking good.

Sliding his hand between their bodies, he found her clit, speeding up his thrusts all while stimulating her. TakingValerie’s moans as badges of honor, for some crazy reason, it goaded him on. In turn, he only wanted her to feel the same way, so he put extra care into his motions to do so, wanting her to know just how good sex could feel for her first experience.

A girl like Valerie, who always sought comfort, could easily get burned and swear off sex altogether. As terrible as it sounded, it selfishly made him happy that her first experience, which was always the most memorable, would be owned by him.

Still working her bud, he moved from her mouth to one of her breasts to capture a precious peach nipple. When it came to a peak, his thrusts went deeper than ever as her gasps came faster, alerting Sal that she was about to come. Rising up over her and onto his hands, he powered into her as nails bit into his back.

Her orgasmic cries filled the room while Valerie spiraled out of control, giving him the okay for his owe release. Sal had to hold back his yells of satisfaction, from grinding himself into her until his arms gave out from under him. Falling onto her, he was rewarded with a climax that not only had the bed shaking but his whole world. Six months of pent-up aggression toward one another had finally played out between them, and it took what energy Sal had left to move to the side to give her breathing room.

Exhausted from barely getting any sleep the last two nights, he began dozing off, his arm wrapped snuggly around Valerie’s waist. He was sinking into a deep sleep when he felt her move to drape her naked self over his chest.

“Sal?” she whispered.

Barely awake, he lifted one eyelid. “Yeah?”