Player's Ultimatum Page 14

  “A new model?”

  “Si, the bowl of fruit did not seem to hold her interest. She seemed somewhat preoccupied, antsy as if anticipating something or someone.”

  If only sink holes were common in Italy! Yvonne averted her gaze, suddenly taking an interest in the charcoal smudges on her fingers.

  “Anticipating something or someone?” Paolo asked his voice laced with amusement. “How much more time is there left in today’s lesson?”

  D’Amato didn’t even look at his wristwatch. Instead, he and Paolo exchanged glances. Something passed between them and then he turned on his heel and started gathering up his things.

  “My time is up,” Professore D’Amato said. “Of course, you can continue after I leave, Yvonne. I will check your work Wednesday.”

  Yvonne opened her mouth to remind him he had thirty more minutes, but Paolo beat her to the punch. “Thank you for everything, Professore, Yvonne will stay late and practice her drawing.”

  “Unfortunately, I did not bring any other props besides the bowl of fruit.” D’Amato turned in a slow circle, his eyes darting around the room. “What medium can you use?”

  “She can use me.”

  Before Yvonne wrapped her head around the full meaning of his words, Paolo shucked his sweats and t-shirt then sprawled across the bed. In a show of modesty, he arranged the sheet over his hips. Yvonne turned around to gauge D’Amato’s, but she caught his ample backside disappearing through the door.

  Yvonne hesitated. What was going on here?

  Needing clarification, she stalked over to the guilty party. “Does he know about our arrangement?” she asked, pointing toward the closed door.

  Paolo’s lips quirked and he stretched his arms above his head. His biceps flexed and bunched drawing her attention. Manipulation aside, Yvonne couldn’t deny he made her palms sweat and she itched to straddle him while she rode his cock.

  “Do you know your intelligence is one of the many things I like about you?”

  Yvonne ignored him. “Does he know about our arrangement, Paolo?” she repeated.

  Paolo’s smile waned, his expression turning serious. “Not the particulars, but I’m sure he now suspects we are lovers.”

  “And you’re not afraid he’s going to tell someone or talk to the press?”

  “I paid him his weight in gold and season tickets every year I remain at Roma Internazionale.” Paolo stretched out his one hand and removed the sheet with the other. “Venha aqui…come here.”

  Yvonne gulped. There was no reason for a man to be so freakin’ hot! Still, something kept her from falling in his arms. He didn’t deserve that kind of quick capitulation. He needed to suffer just as much as she while she awaited his arrival.

  “Later,” Yvonne bit back a smile. He looked as if she’d told him she was pregnant. Of course, she wasn’t since they always used a condom. “I want to get a jump on my next lesson.”

  “And I want to get a jump on you. Now come here.” Yvonne ignored him as she set her sketch pad back on the easel. With a quick flip of her hand, she turned to a clean sheet.

  “Aren’t you concerned you didn’t get your money’s worth?” Paolo’s confusion was apparent by the deep wrinkle in his otherwise smooth brow and the downward turn of his full lips. Yvonne sighed dramatically. “If you haven’t noticed, D’Amato left thirty minutes early.”

  Paolo ruminated over her words. His expression at one point mutinous and then comical as he moved his lips silently.

  “Go ahead,” he finally barked, while tinkering with his wrist watch. “Thirty minutes, Yvonne. And not a second more.”

  She didn’t care if she only had five minutes just as long as he suffered. Silently, gloating over her small victory, Yvonne picked out a new piece of charcoal. “You can get comfortable if you want.”

  “Impossible with you in the room,” he grumbled, but she heard the bed squeak as he moved around.

  “Poor, baby.” For effect, Yvonne clucked her tongue. She enjoyed tormenting him.

  Charcoal in hand, she assessed her model. Any good drawing started with a foundation. With his head turned slightly away from her, Paolo lay on his back, one leg in bed, the other hanging off the side. His black hair and tanned skin contrasted beautifully against the pure whiteness of the bed linens.

  Talk about a masterpiece!

  Yvonne’s gaze ran over the well-defined muscles of his chest, to the sweeping slope of his firm stomach ridged with six pack abs. A sudden wellspring of heat stole over her and she wiped at her upper lip with the back of her hand. One of these days, she was going to really let go and trace every single hard line of his body with her tongue.

  Tempting fate, Yvonne looked lower. His manhood had already started to fill with blood and stood out stiffly from the thick crop of black hair covering his groin. As if he sensed her regard, his hand strayed between his legs and he cupped his balls.

  Yvonne fanned herself with a sheet of her drawing paper. Who turned up the temperature?

  “You don’t mind if I get him ready while you draw.”

  “N-no,” she murmured.

  “Good because this feels great.” Groaning loudly, Paolo wrapped his hand around his shaft. He lifted and dropped his hand slowly.

  Yvonne blinked. He was masturbating right in front of her! With each pass, he bit down on his bottom lip. In no time at all his cock stood fully perpendicular to his virile body, the head swollen and dark purple.

  Heat skimmed over her skin like a brush fire, rekindling the desire she’d tried so hard to tamp down when he’d entered the room. Yvonne knew instinctively where it was headed. South.

  To stave off the inevitable, she started to sketch. She outlined the bed and the angular lines of his body. In quick order, she filled in the details. She sketched the creases in the pillows and sheets, then the rocklike hardness of his lean muscular frame.

  Yvonne left no detail out. She captured the chaotic swirl of his dark hair, the hand stroking his cock with maddening slowness, even the mole under his right nipple.

  He was slowly driving her crazy.

  Her libido now raging, Yvonne’s hand flew across the pad, alternating between making sharp lines with the charcoal and using the pads of her fingers, smudging and softening the contours. She wanted to capture the suppleness of his sun-kissed skin. So engrossed in her creation, Yvonne failed to notice she now had an audience.

  “Venha aqui, Yvonne.”

  Yvonne shook her head. “I’m almost done.”

  “Your time is up.”

  Yvonne glanced over the easel.

  If a person could convey all of their desires in one look, Paolo patented it. Yvonne stood rooted to the spot. She couldn’t move or look away. His gaze held hers and wouldn’t let her go.

  Fight it, Yvonne!

  You can fight him and the way he makes you feel. Her conscience roared.

  Better said than done when the heat she worked so hard to ignore burned a path over all of her sensory nerves and set up house between her legs. Yvonne bit down on her bottom lip. Her clit felt swollen with blood and her pussy wept, soaking her panties.

  Face the truth, kiddo! All the charcoal and sketch pads in the world wouldn’t diminish her body’s reaction to him. Giving up, Yvonne put one foot in front of the other.

  Filled with a sudden urge to get naked, she started unbuttoning the painter’s smock D’Amato had given her. Seemingly interested in her undressing, Paolo’s hand stilled and he sat up, his dark gaze watching her every move.

  Encouraged by her captivated audience, Yvonne tossed the smock at him. He caught it effortlessly and tossed it on top of his discarded sweats. “If my time is up, don’t you think it best I leave?”

  Yvonne had no idea where the smack came from considering her insides quaked more than an early morning earthquake in California.

  “You take one step toward that door, I’ll just drag you back,” he grunted.

  When only a foot separated them, he pulled her into a kiss
so rough their teeth clicked against each other and held her there with a firm hand at the back of her head.

  Loving the unnecessary roughness, Yvonne melted into him. His firm lips and tongue stamped out any objections or rational thought.

  His kisses were sweet torture!

  And all she could focus on was how much she craved what he was doing to her, even if he swallowed her whole.

  “Taste so good,” he snarled against her lips. “But need more skin!”

  Paolo tore at her clothes. His large hands pushed her off-the-shoulder cashmere sweater down her breast and over her hips, followed by her jeans. When she stood before him in her only panties and bra, he broke away from her.

  Disappointed but breathless, Yvonne reached for him, but he held her off with a hand at her waist, the other still palming his cock.

  “Take them off.” He nodded at her undergarments. “Slowly,” he demanded.”

  Softly worded with heavy-lidded eyes, his request turned Yvonne’s insides all warm and gooey. Her knees threatened to buckle. Still, she managed to take a step back and divest her body of the last pieces of her clothing.

  *****

  Paolo increased the pace of his hand on his cock unconsciously matching the mad rush of his heart. He had little control of the muscle behind his breastbone, but he could control his strokes. If he didn’t, he’d cum in a matter of seconds.

  He didn’t want that, he didn’t want his senses dulled. In fact, he thrived on holding back because his woman’s release heightened his own. With Yvonne, his release always managed to be explosive, mind altering and one of the reasons he hadn’t had his fill of her yet.

  For the hundredth time, Paolo tried to wrap his head around why Yvonne was so different from all the other women he’d bedded. And for the hundredth and one time, he came up empty, except for the fact that he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to let her go at the end of the season, if ever.

  Paolo’s hand stilled. Yvonne had followed his directive without any hesitation and now stood in front of him totally devoid of any clothing. So unlike the skinny models he usually bedded she was in a word…stunning.

  Petite and curvy, her body was the epitome of the perfect hourglass. Broad rounded shoulders, a tiny tapered waist, full rounded hips and firm thighs.

  The details? Beyond exquisite!

  Blessed with skin the color of a Brazil nut, he couldn’t wait to trace every soft inch with his hands. Like her lips, Yvonne’s full breasts tipped with fat chocolate nipples demanded to be sucked. And her firm dancer’s legs were made to wrap around a man’s waist to keep him firmly embedded inside of her forever. Paolo licked his lips, his mouth and throat suddenly parched.

  Did Gutierrez appreciate what he had? Probably not, the douche! If Yvonne Floyd were his, he’d keep her in bed most of the time or never allow her to leave his sight. He wondered if she’d object to being chained to his bed.

  “Do you have any condoms?” Her question pulled Paolo out of his thoughts of utter and total possession.

  For the first time in his adult life, Paolo objected to using the barrier between them. “Have you and he been intimate since—”

  Paolo found he couldn’t complete his sentence. The thought of her with another man made his blood boil.

  “No,” she said then bit her lip as if she’d said too much. The sense of elation that fluttered in the vicinity of his heart like the wings of a caged bird made him smile.

  “Then why do we need it? We’ve both been monogamous.”

  Her brown eyes widened in surprise. Heck, he was shocked too. Even though he’d used condoms ever since he’d lost his virginity at the age of sixteen, he’d never practiced monogamy. No single woman had moved him enough not to desire another.

  Until now.

  “I-I’m not on the pill.” She moved to put back on her panties and barely had them up past her ankles when he snatched up his training pants and rifled through the pockets. He found the handful of condoms he’d stuck in there earlier, and threw all of them except for one on the bed next to him.

  “Come here,” he said after slamming the condom on with a loud pop. She made a soft sound at the back of her throat as he grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled her into him.

  Paolo responded with a guttural groan of his own. Her round curves fit into his so perfectly as if they were made for each other. Her breasts rose and fell sharply against his chest a testimony to her racing heart. Unable to resist, he slowly dragged his tongue across the top of each globe.

  Craving more, Paolo latched onto one of her nipples. Yvonne cried out and fell into him, her tiny hands clutching at his shoulders.

  Her response was like an aphrodisiac. Overwhelmed, he closed his eyes and pulled back slightly to suck on her succulent flesh.

  He tugged and pulled until her previous hesitation disappeared and she crawled onto the bed with him.

  “Move back,” she ordered.

  Holding her tighter, his arm wrapped around her curvy rear, Paolo did as commanded. His body rippled with excitement and his tongue sought out hers, tangling in a fierce battle of give and take.

  Mae de Deus! She had no idea what she was doing to him.

  Confident and oozing sensuality, she straddled his hips. Like a siren in his dreams, she cupped the sides of his head with her tiny hands, threaded her fingers through his hair. The sensation was so exquisite, Paolo squeezed his eyes shut.

  “I hate what you do to me, but I want you so bad Paolo.”

  That made two of them! He wasn’t a novice, but he knew without a doubt he’d never craved a woman as much as he craved her.

  Inch by inch, she pressed down, wedging her slick sex against the head of his cock. They both groaned when their flesh made contact. Beads of sweat broke out across his brow. Paolo glanced down at her hips gripped in his hands.

  Yep, she has me shaking like a leaf.

  “Do you want me, Paolo?”

  The question was so absurd, Paolo chuckled. She cut his amusement short when she suddenly shifted as if to move away.

  Alarmed, Paolo glanced down and his arm tightened around her hips, holding her there.

  His gaze seared into hers. At that exact moment, Paolo knew he was lost. He would never let Yvonne go, even if he destroyed them both. She was his.

  “Eu quero que voce…I want you,” he rasped. Without any warning, he pulled her down and thrust up, driving his cock deep into her sheath. A shiver coursed down her spine and she gasped.

  Paolo was no worse for wear. He choked. The clutch of her honeyed walls took him by surprise, practically crippling him to immobility. The incredible sensation sent every single nerve ending running along his shaft into overdrive.

  In an effort to gain some semblance of control over the situation, he buried his nose in the crook of her neck. She smelled so sweet like sugar cookies. He loved her scent! If he could imprint it into his DNA he would.

  He dotted kisses along her jaw line to her luscious lips. He traced her bottom lip then pushed his tongue inside her mouth. And like always kissing her hit him like a volt of electricity, jolting him all the way to the tip of his toes and the head of his cock.

  She must have felt it too because she moaned into his mouth and strained against him, her hips rocking over his pelvis, the hard peaks of her breasts brushing against his skin.

  Loving her responsiveness, Paolo ran his fingernails down her back from her shoulders to her luscious ass. Unable to resist, he palmed both cheeks and squeezed.

  She rewarded him with more moans and bucking of her hips. Another jolt hit him so hard, Paolo thought he would explode.

  “Oh, Paolo!” She hiccupped on a ragged breath. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

  Paolo could beg to differ! He knew very well how good it felt between them because he was struggling to stave off his release while he drove her towards hers.

  Silently praying he could hold on, Paolo guided her over him. Not in a slow measured rhythm, but with an aggressive pull
and tug. He wanted to imprint himself inside her so she would know he was the one driving her out of her mind not Gutierrez.

  Angry and frustrated, Paolo slammed her hips over his lap. To his surprise, she tucked her head against his shoulder with a throaty gasp while matching his rhythm.

  “Look at me,” he demanded, but almost lost it when their eyes met. She looked so beautiful with a light sheen of sweat dotting her brow.

  “I want you to see it’s me who’s inside you, filling you with my cock until you cum.”

  Her gaze unwavering, Yvonne reached up and clasped the sides of his head.

  She lifted up slightly then sat back down. And just like that she’d ripped control of the situation from him. “I see you,” she whispered as she proceeded to bounce up and down. “I see you, Paolo.”

  Her breathy murmurings shot through him, cutting him to his very soul. Why did the one woman with the ability to bring him to his knees have to belong to another?

  Paolo fell back against the mattress, allowing her to have his way with him. She was already stealing his heart piece by piece why not give her his body?

  Disturbed by the sudden emotions coursing through him, Paolo squeezed his eyes shut. He barely had them closed, when her tiny hands slammed against his chest.

  “Now it’s your turn to look at me,” she huffed, grabbing a hold of his chin to make sure he didn’t look away. Paolo winced. Her aggression sent a rush of blood to his cock.

  “Keep your eyes on me!” She was so cute in her ferocity Paolo almost smiled. “I want you to see who’s riding you, who’s going to make you cum.” Yvonne bounced and rocked against him, obliterating both time and place. “Who am I?”

  Ah, foda-me! This was just too much. The house could have burned down around them with him succumbing to asphyxiation. Paolo felt like he was bobbing on the end of a cliff. And at any moment he was going to topple over.

  Still, he answered her. “Yvonne, dark and lovely. The only woman I want. The only one who can turn me on with only a touch.”