Triple Threat Omitted Scene 7 – Dinner with Giovanni’s Mom & Subterranean

Sunday early evening, I was very nervous. Meeting Giovanni’s mother was a big step. Although he hadn’t asked me out, taking me home to dinner was major.

I took extra time choosing my clothes. Then I fixed my hair and makeup, as conservative as I could. Staring in the mirror on my bedroom wall, I wondered what she was going to think of me. A knock on the front door made me jump. I laughed at myself.

Giovanni stood in the hallway, looking as nervous as me, but he was still in his work clothes. “Sorry, I was working on a bike and lost track of time. I’m filthy.” That he was, grease all over his jeans and all. “I have to stop by my place so I can shower and change. Do you mind?”

I smiled. “It’s fine.” I wondered whose motorcycle needed repair. As far as I knew, the shop he worked for was closed Sundays, “Special job?”

His eyes twinkled. “Yeah kinda, you’ll see soon enough. It’s almost done.” Then he frowned. “I’d kiss you, but I’m kind of a mess.”

Not caring, I kissed his lips softly. “I don’t mind.”

A shy smile formed, “You ready?”

“Yep,” I grabbed my purse. “Let’s go.”

Giovanni let me enter his apartment first. I sat on the couch, while he headed to the bathroom. After hearing the water turn on, I grabbed the TV remote. I was sure it was going to take him some time to get the grime out from under his nails and such.

While a sitcom played, I closed my eyes, seeing Giovanni washing his body. Then that morning played back in my mind. Waking up to him and Chad was slightly awkward, but a dream come true for me. I just hope I didn’t think of the night before at his mom’s house. If she knew what we had done, she would freak out.

“Hey, did you fall asleep?”

I opened my eyes to Giovanni standing over me in a towel. My face heated up, “Um, no just thinking.”

“Looks more like remembering.” He winked then leaned over me, hands on the back of the couch. “Thinking about my cock deep inside you, huh? If we had more time, I’d give you another memory to add to the one from this morning.” He growled. “Love how you feel raw, gotta feel that again.”

My breathing came quicker as I felt him driving into me on the hotel bed. “You do too.” I gasped as my pussy clenched.

“Are you busy afterwards?” His lips were almost against my ear.

I took in a shaky breath and gripped the couch. “We… we have a… gig.”

He shrugged. “We can find a way, can’t we?”

I smiled, liking how his mind worked. “Maybe we can.”

He winked again and left me to go to his bedroom. I tried to concentrate on the television, but I kept hearing drawers closing. Without another thought, I jumped up and snuck a peek in his room. He stood in front of his dresser naked.

I bit my lip, as I looked him over. It had been only hours since I had seen his body, but it was too long. His tattoos made the view even better. Then I fixated on his half-hard cock. I wanted to drop to my knees and suck him until he threw me down and fucked the hell out of me.

My imagination got the best of me. My eyes drifted closed while I leaned on the doorframe. He grabbed me by the hands and shoved me onto his bed, unable to wait. “I gotta have you.”

He thrust into me and I moaned, clutching his arms.

“I like looking at your body too,” Giovanni whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes and found him standing in front of me in a pair of boxers. My cheeks heated up. “I…uh…” Being immersed in the fantasy, I had not heard him walking.

“It’s okay,” he assured me. Then he put his fingers through my hair. “I don’t mind. I kinda like it.” He gently kissed my lips, “Tells me you’re still interested.”

That made me smile and relax. He had no idea how interested. I stood there and watched him dress in awe. He had just made me determined to make him see I was the girl for him.

The first stop we made was an Italian bakery. “It’s an Italian custom to always bring something with you when you visit someone, even your mom.” He smiled as he paid for the bread and cookies.

Once at the front door of his childhood home, I found my hands shaking. What if she doesn’t like me? Would he stop seeing me? That would be awful.

“Relax.” Giovanni put a hand on my lower back. “She’s cool. Maybe a bit overzealous since Rosario left, but you’ll like her.”

I nervously nodded. He led me inside and I looked around. The home was immaculate. If she saw my place, she would flip out.

“You’re here!” His mother excitedly exclaimed as she walked to us from the kitchen. She kissed me on the cheek. “You smell so good. What kind of perfume are you wearing?”

“Um, I’m not sure.” I couldn’t even think.

Giovanni chimed in, “It’s Bella Fiore. I like too.”

“How do you know that?” I was shocked.

He glanced at me and smiled. “I can read. The bottle’s on the counter in your bathroom.”

We all laughed. Then his mom clapped hands together. “Can I offer you kids something to drink? I just bought a bottle of raspberry ice tea. I’ll get you both a glass.” She didn’t give either of us a chance to answer, just walked back to the kitchen. She seemed a bit nervous also.

“I think my mom likes you,” Giovanni softly told me.
I was a bit relieved. “I like her too.”

His mom came back to us with two glasses. “Here you go, kids.”

“Thanks, mom,” he took them from her and handed me one.

“Thanks, uh, I don’t know what to call you. I feel funny calling you Maria.”

She winked at me. “Just call me Mom if you like.” Then she smiled. “I hope you’re hungry, I cooked my specialty, baked ziti. It’s my mother’s recipe. Giovanni tells me your family doesn’t cook Italian food.”

“I’m starving,” Giovanni said at bit too quickly, as if he wanted his mom to stop talking. Then he left us alone and went to the kitchen.

“Giovanni looks handsome today, doesn’t he?” His mom shot me an almost mischievous grin.

I assumed she wanted me to date her son and it made my heart skip a beat. “Yeah, he’s a very handsome guy.”

“Yes, he is. He has his father’s eyes.” She sighed. “He needs a girlfriend.”

That caught me off guard. I looked towards Giovanni, hoping he would hurry. He was busy checking out the food.

“You’re very pretty too,” Maria commented. Then she started walking away, quietly saying, “Your kids will be beautiful.”

My face turned bright red. I pretended I didn’t hear, but it made me imagine having children with Giovanni. When I looked up, he was coming back from the kitchen, with slices of cucumber in his hand. He came to me and put one in my mouth, as if I asked for it. That was my favorite vegetable. How did he know that?

He gave me a concerned look. “What happened? You look like Mom said something she shouldn’t have.”

“She told me I was very pretty,” I whispered
“You are.”

“You think so?”

His mouth opened in surprise. “Of course I do. You think I’m blind?” He grinned widely, his eyes twinkling. “You’re the most beautiful friend I ever had.” Then his mom called him from the kitchen. He kissed my cheek. “I’ll be back. I have to see what bills she needs help with this month.”

I watched as he sorted through a pile of envelopes she handed him. Then he pulled a checkbook out of his back pocket and sat at the kitchen table. I had no idea he had so much responsibility. He never talked about things like that.

During dinner, Maria asked. “Crystal, what did you do before the band?”

“I was a waitress at…”

Giovanni cut me off, sounding panicked. “She worked at that diner at the end of town.”

“What diner at the end of town?” His mom seemed puzzled.

“It’s by the highway, you know.” His eyes had opened wide. He obviously did not want her to know where I had worked. The skimpy outfits may have changed her opinion about me.

“Oh, okay.”

When dinner was over, Rosario called, as he did every Sunday. Giovanni and his mother both talked to him for a while then Giovanni reluctantly gave me the phone.

“Mom says you stayed for dinner.” Rosario laughed. “Did that pussy fuck you yet? He stayed at your house the night he disappeared, didn’t he?”

I bit my lip, nervously. “Why would you think that?”

“The shit eating grin on his fucking face when he got to Mom’s.” Rosario groaned softly. “He probably fucked you all night long, huh? No fucking fair.”

Unsure what to say, I changed the subject. “He misses you, you know.”

“Yeah, I bet. What’re you wearing? You got a short skirt on that I can lift up?” He breathed into the phone. “When I get back, I’m gonna fuck your brains out with my brother. You’ll never know what hit you.”

A deep blush crept up my neck, “Not gonna happen.”

“Is he hitting on you?” Giovanni touched my face. “You’re turning red.”

I nervously handed him the phone. I couldn’t even think of repeating anything Rosario said.

“What’s your problem, man?” Giovanni growled, scowling. “Leave her alone.” He listened for a few seconds then rolled his eyes. “If I did, I ain’t gonna tell you.”

Rosario hooted loudly. He voice was so loud; I could hear him say, “Shit, you did fuck her. Finally! Bet that pussy felt so good. Hope you…” Giovanni walked away from me, his face starting to heat up as well. When he came back, he couldn’t look me in the eye.

“Are you guys ready for some desert?” Maria called to us.

Giovanni sighed and gave me a shy smile, “In a minute, Mom.” He took a step forward, so our bodies touched ever so slightly. Then he bent down and whispered. “He’s right. You feel so good, I can’t get enough. If my mom wasn’t here, I’d have you bent over the kitchen table, fucking you hard.”

I shuddered with excitement. “I’d like that.”

He looked around then kissed my lips, quickly. “You’ll get it later.” With a sultry look in his eyes, he ran a hand down my side to my hip, “Can’t wait to get you alone.” He winked and led me back into the kitchen.

Before we left, Maria hugged me and whispered. “Please take good care of my baby. He needs a good woman like you.” Then she embraced her son. “Don’t let this one go.”

Hours later, I carefully walked down the stairs to the entrance of Subterranean. It was a popular bar/club combo in the East Village of New York City. Every Sunday night, they had several bands play in the large back room. It was the first time we were invited to the normally sold out event.

“Hey,” I called to the bartender once I entered the place. “Where do we check in?”

He smirked and looked me over. “Right through there.” He pointed to a set of double doors.

I nodded and went in that direction. When I had passed through to the next room, I smiled. I had been there with Chad a few times to see our favorite local bands, including Hell Hounds, who was headlining that night.

“Triple Threat’s here.” I told a woman holding a clipboard while I looked around the already crowded room.

She smiled. “Good. How many of yous are there, including roadies?”

“Six.”

She handed me six orange armbands. “Everybody gotta wear one.”

I agreed and went out the side door where other bands were entering with their instruments. “Who’d you come here with?” A man carrying a bass drum asked. “I like that little outfit you’re almost not wearing.”

With a smirk, I replied, “I’m in a band, dipshit.”

“Mmm, you can play me any day, baby.”

I kept going, not stopping until I reached the vans. “You guys gotta wear these.” I strapped them on everyone’s wrists, doing Giovanni’s last.

He looked up from his crouched position. “You know that outfit’s giving me a hard-on.” He leered at me, licking his lips.

“Ooo, you two gonna start fucking again?” Phil asked as he peeked out the van’s side door. “I wanna watch the whole thing this time. When I walked in, you were pounding her pussy like crazy. Damn I shoulda kept quiet so you’d keep going.”

Giovanni waved at him. “Go the hell away.”

Phil grabbed several cymbals and stands. “When I come back I wanna see her ass again, so sweet.” He ducked as Giovanni swung at him. “It’s not my fault Chad asked me to get his wallet.”

I blushed as that morning filled my mind. Phil walking in had actually made me want Giovanni even more. “Forget him and think about what we’re gonna do later.”

He grinned and slid his hand up my skirt. “You’re gonna have to lose these.” He pulled my panties down a few inches.

“Wait. No.” I stepped back and pulled them back up. “My skirt’s too short to walk around like that.”

He grabbed my hand and forced me back to him. “Soon you will lose them.” His hand traveled up my thigh and over my ass. “Love when you wear black underwear.” Using me as leverage, he stood and opened another button on my blouse, exposing my black bra just a bit more. “The guys are gonna go nuts for this top.” He ran his hands down and over my exposed midriff. “You’re not wearing much.”

“I know.” I looked up at him, “Less for you to take off tonight.”

Chad’s voice made me jump back. “Are we playing third tonight?” He appeared from behind the van. “Mark wants to make sure we set up in the right order.” He looked from me to Giovanni a few times. “Did I miss something?”

“No,” I quickly assured him and moved towards him. “We were just talking.” I nervously glanced up at Chad who shrugged. “We are third, right before Hell Hounds.”

Chad grinned, “God, this so cool. I never thought we’d play with them again.” It had been years since we opened for them when we played as Reckless.

After setting up our equipment in front of Hell Hounds’ equipment, Chad and Chris sat by the bar to have a beer. Phil and Mark had gone back outside, talking with another band’s road crew. Giovanni and I walked behind the large stage. The hallway that circled it, cluttered with excess speakers and stands. It was quiet and secluded though.

“I can’t wait much longer.” Giovanni breathed in my ear while pressing me against the wall. His stiff shaft rubbed my belly. “I need to be inside you.” He leaned down and kissed my lips, “Now’s the perfect time.” He quickly lifted me up and pulled my legs around his hips.

I moaned as he ground his erection against my panties. Our eyes met just before I reached out for him. “God, I want you.” I planted my lips firmly on his.

He groaned into my mouth. “I always wanted to fuck you like this.” The fingers of his right hand wandered under my panties. “My brother’s so jealous.” He thrust two fingers into me. “Mmm, you’re wet.”

Clinging to his shoulders, I moaned. He was grazing my sweet spot, just the way I liked. “Giovanni… Giovanni…” I chanted his name until my pussy clenched with orgasm. “Uh, yes!”

Footsteps made us both turn our head. Mark stood feet from us, his mouth opened wide. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” He turned around and was gone fast.

With a sigh, Giovanni put me down. “We gotta wait until everyone’s distracted.”

Trying to keep our hands off each other was difficult for the next two hours. While the second band was playing, we sat in one of the booths that lined the wall to the right side of the stage. Giovanni had turned sideways and pulled me between his legs. The dark obscured his hand under my skirt and mine in his pants.

Moaning in my ear, Giovanni lifted his hips. I was stroking his erection slowly, his pants open. “Back up a bit more so I can have your pussy.” He tugged my panties down as I slid towards him. Then he lifted me and shifted me until the head of his cock slipped into my folds. “Fuck…” He groaned while he eased me down. When he was completely buried, he wrapped his arms around me. “Damnit, you feel so good raw.”

“Don’t cum in me,” I begged him.

He nuzzled my neck. “I won’t. I just wanna be inside you.” His breath came quickly over my neck. The longer we sat there, the tighter he held me. “Ride me, please.” He gasped as I squeezed my pelvic muscles. “Please, baby, fuck me.”

I put one hand on the table and the other on the back of the booth seat. With his hands on my bare hips, I lifted and fell on him, slowly. I didn’t want to attract attention, but I too wanted to feel pleasure.

His hands moved up to my waist and helped me move. “If I’m gonna cum, I’ll warn you. I promise.”

I nodded and held in a moan. Between the music, the boldness of fucking practically in the open and his perfectly curved cock, I was in heaven. I swiveled my hips and grinded against him. He pushed up, forcing his erection further inside me. I gasped, not able to handle the pressure any longer. A muted cry passed my lips while I trembled within.

“That’s it, cum, Crystal,” he breathed in my ear then grabbed my breast. “God, you’re so amazing.”

I took in a shaky breath, trying to come down from the high, but it had been so powerful. My hands balled into fists as wave after wave came over me. The moaning and gasping behind me fueled it even more. Several people passed our table while my back arched.

Giovanni held me to him and caressed my thigh. “You get so into it. I’ve never had sex with someone like you.”

He held me until my body relaxed. Before I could start to move again, his hand slid down, barely touching my inner thigh. Then he grazed my clit with a fingertip. Without a sound, he massaged that hardened nub, making me gasp. My mouth opened wide, I quickly came. Suddenly his fingers sunk into my pussy adding to his erection’s girth. His breathing sped up as he reached deep within.

My nails dug into my palms when he pressed my sweet spot. Then he started fucking me slowly while continuing to finger me. I had never felt anything like it before. Where he got the idea was beyond me. He rubbed and rubbed, making me almost delirious with ecstasy. After my pussy gripped him a fourth time, he withdrew his fingers and held me close.

“Like that?” He asked in my ear. Then he let out a moan when I tensed within again. “Damn.”

I could only nod in response.

“Want me to do that again, tonight?”

Gulping air, I halting replied, “Yes… oh… God… yes.”

I took a few deep breaths, getting my bearings. I knew we had to hurry before we were discovered. That could end up causing a rift, if it was Chad. Finally able to think, I rose up until just the head of his cock remained. Then I slammed my hips down, my pussy clenching yet again. With loud gasps, I rose and fell again and again, keeping up the aggressive rhythm.

“Fuck…” Giovanni’s fingers dug into my thigh, while the other hand held my waist firmly.

Smirking, I tilted forward a bit and shuddered. I had no clue it would feel that way. Then Giovanni started thrusting up quickly. A soft cry passed my lips as he grazed my sweet spot repeatedly. He didn’t stop, just drove in and out as fast as he could. My entire body was awash in bliss. Every thrust timed just right. Whenever my orgasm abated, his rhythm increased, making it build even more.

When I swore I could take no more, he shouted over the music, “I’m gonna cum. Get on your knees.”

He grabbed a bunch of napkins from the table as I hopped off him. Then I felt his legs shaking and turned around. He was jerking his cock. Seconds later, his eyes rolled back while I caught a glimpse of white fluid, which he caught with the napkins.

Just as Giovanni deposited the wad of napkins on the table, Chad slid in the booth beside us. Giovanni grabbed me and sat me on his lap. I could feel his dick softening against my bare skin.

“Why’re you guys just sitting here?” Chad asked. The band on stage was talking to the crowd.

I couldn’t make out his expression, but he seemed to have no clue. “My feet were hurting.” I pulled my skirt down to hide my lowered panties.

“I told you those heels are too high.” Chad laughed. “You just don’t wanna feel like a shrimp.”

Lifting my foot, I looked at the black sandals with five-inch heels and satin straps that went up past my ankle. “I thought you liked them.”

Chad leaned forward. “I do. They’re sexy as hell.” Then his face came into the light and he licked his lips. “They’d look real good on my shoulders.” Then he glanced at Giovanni. “Come on, let’s go take a walk.” He stood and held out his hand.

“If you get up, he’ll know I fucked you,” Giovanni quietly reminded me. Then he suddenly blurted out, “She’s helping me hide from this crazy chick.”

Putting his hand on the back of the booth, Chad replied, “Just tell her to fuck off.”

“I did.” Giovanni’s hand was shaking next to my thigh. “I told her Crystal was my girlfriend. Then she finally left me alone.” He sighed softly.

Chad punched the booth wall. Then the band started playing again. I knew it meant his plan to fuck me was ruined. He stepped back and shouted, “Let me know when you got time for me, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Giovanni whispered. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”

I lay back on him, relaxing as much as possible. “It’s all good. He’ll get over it.”

“Lift your ass up. I gotta close my pants.” I did as asked and waited. Then he pulled my panties up. “So glad Chad didn’t see your underwear so far down. He’d kick my ass.” He put pressure on my hips until I lay on him again. We stayed just like that listening to the band on stage.

Chris suddenly appeared in front of us. “Whatcha you guys doing? It’s time to get up there.” He tilted his head towards the empty stage.

Neither of us had noticed the music stopped. I looked back at Giovanni, “You good?” When he nodded, I climbed out of the booth. Chris led the way while Giovanni followed close behind me.

“You drive me crazy,” Giovanni softly said in my ear while I walked up the stairs to the platform. “We staying at your place or mine tonight?”

“Mine,” I grinned widely and grabbed my bass. After I put the strap over my head, Chad came close to me. “Can you stay over tonight, baby?”

“Uh, I, um…” I wasn’t sure how to say no without hurting him. What excuse will sound real? Will he believe me? “Chad, I gotta… I’m still sore. I’m sorry.” I watched his face intently.

He cupped my cheek. “It’s OK. We should’ve gotten some lube. Sorry we hurt you.” He kissed my forehead. “It’ll feel even sweeter when you’re healed up, maybe tomorrow.”

I exhaled with relief, “Yeah, maybe.” I was glad I wasn’t still sore from the threesome. That would put a huge damper in our plans. Giovanni would never screw me if I were in pain, that I was sure of.

“Hit it!” Chris shouted.

Giovanni began a slow, intensifying drum progression. The song, “You'll Never Have Her,” was about me and written by Chris. He told me it came to him as he watched me reject all the young men that asked me out one night. He commented that even Phil and Rosario hit on me when they were around.

I added notes that matched Giovanni’s beat. It deepened the sound instantly. Chris had the microphone in his hand, standing close to me. When Chad had begun to play as well, Chris winked at me before beginning.

“She’s practically untouchable.” Chris sang, “Nearly unpredictable and absolutely lovable. Don’t you wish she was available?”

I shook my head at the cheesy lyrics. It had to rhyme, didn’t it? Then I thought, am I available? I smiled. At that point, I was only available to Giovanni. Looking back at him, I promised myself to hold out for him. My love for him was so strong, I was sure it could keep me going.

Chris sang the last line, “Catch her if you can.”

I was close to the drum set at that moment. Chancing a look at Giovanni, he mouthed, “I caught her.”

My breath caught. Did he mean we were together? Was I reading too much into it? I had to know, but was terrified of the answer. What if he just meant he nailed me?

Chris jostled me. “Hey, wake up.”

I had missed my cue for the next song. Chad continued to play the opening to “Dirty Little Girl.” Quickly I found my place and joined him. My fingers plucked the strings while I tried to calm my nerves. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, allowing my mind to feel the song. Music always changed my mood, and it worked fast.

While Chris worked the crowd, he walked back and forth. He drew the girls in with his voice, while making the guys believe he had a girl who did anything he wanted, like in the song. They all fell for it. A girl close to the stage flashed him her breasts. He leaned down and gave her a kiss, while sliding his hand under her top and coping a feel. A few of the men urged them on, so she climbed up to him.

“You gonna be my dirty little girl tonight?” He asked into the microphone, holding her to his side. “Grinding and sucking…” He sang the next line. “Kissing and fucking…” He looked into her eyes. “Be my dirty little girl.” Then he leaned down and grabbed the back of her neck. When their lips met, the audience cheered.

She stayed at his side for the rest of the set. As soon as the last note played, he pulled her offstage. “I’ll find my own way home,” he shouted as they headed for the exit. We all knew they were going to fuck.

“Come with me,” Giovanni whispered when all of our things were packed in the vans.

We had planned to watch Hell Hounds, but when Chad wasn’t looking, I followed Giovanni backstage again, this time, much further down the hall. He stopped just behind a large cabinet. It was big enough to stand behind, but there was little light.

“How do you do this to me?” He asked and got me against the wall again. “I was never insatiable before you.” He grabbed my ass. “I lo…“ He closed his eyes then lifted my chin. “I love how you make me feel, but I can’t get enough.” His belt opened. “You’re probably gonna wake up with my dick in your pussy again tomorrow.”

I heard him tear a condom wrapper, but the light was too dim to see what he was doing. When he suddenly lifted me up, I scratched his arm as I clutched it.

“Relax. I got you.” He spread my legs and moved his hips forward.

My eyes closed, so I would ignore the dark, which I feared. Feeling unsteady, I wrapped my legs around him. He breathed in my ear while he tugged at the crotch of my panties. The music had begun again. I listened to the beginning of “Satan’s Call.” Then I gasped when Giovanni thrust into me, giving me his entire length at once.

“I couldn’t take a chance again,” Giovanni grunted as he drove into me even harder. “Phil was pissed when I asked him for a condom. Uh!” He slammed his hips into mine.

Clinging to his neck, I was glad he wore a condom. A baby was not on my to do list. My nails dug into his shirt while his rough pace continued. His pelvis crushed against mine at the end of each stroke. The grinding combined with him rubbing my G-spot was pushing me to the edge, fast.

“Oh, God!” I cried out, the quivering out of control.

“That’s it. I fucking love that.” He growled and pumped even harder. “Come on, cum again.” He squeezed my thighs. “I wanna feel it.” He voice deeper and even sexier.

My body didn’t disappoint him. With each strong stroke, pleasure filled me. Seconds later, I lay my head on his shoulder and cried out his name. My entire body shook with the release. Unable to tell him I was overwhelmed, I whimpered while he started ramming into me intensely. He was growling and groaning with each hit, obviously close to orgasm himself. I hung on tight, my body smacking against the wall every few seconds.

Just as I felt another ripple of pleasure beginning, he started moaning my name, “Crystal… Crystal… God, Crystal… Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He gave me several powerful thrusts then pressed his hips into mine, “Feels so good.”

I closed my eyes, feeling his cock pulsating and loving it. A sudden flurry of contractions caught me by surprise and my pussy tensed around his still spurting dick.

He moaned loudly. “That makes it so much better.” He gasped and griped me tightly. “Fuck, how do you make me cum so hard?” His body finally relaxed and he put his weight on my upper body. “I can’t move. My fucking legs are shaking.” His head rested on my shoulder.

I giggled. “Mine are too.”

“Yeah, but I’m standing. This could get bad.”

I caressed his cheek. “I trust you.” It was a hard thing to admit, but I did trust him.

His body shuddered and he held me closer. “Good. I trust you too.” He took a deep breath. “I… Crystal, I’d like more.”

“More sex? Where? On the floor?” I laughed. “You just said you couldn’t move.”

He sighed and shrugged, “When we get to your place.” His tone relayed defeat, but that didn’t make sense.

“You OK?” I kissed his temple. “Did I say something wrong?”

He nuzzled my neck. “No. I did, just forget it.”

“Whoa, sorry, dude. Don’t mind us.”

I looked up and could make out another couple nearby. They passed us quickly and kept walking. Giovanni had lifted his head. I turned him to face me and kissed his lips.

“You can talk to me about anything, you know.” I hoped he opened up to me, so we could be closer. I love you, I said in my head, wanting badly to say it aloud. For encouragement, I squeezed him. “I’m always here for you.”

He smiled and tilted his head, “Maybe someday.” He slowly withdrew his slackening cock. “For now we have this.” His lips met mine in a passionate kiss. “This has to be good enough.”

More confused, I searched his eyes for what he meant. All I saw was pain. I ran the back of my fingers down the side of his face. “This is amazing. Don’t let me go.” It was as close as I could come to admitting my feelings.

“Never, Crystal, I wanna hold you forever.”

He had said those words once before. Could he have deeper feelings for me? Was it possible? If he did, why didn’t he just tell me? His muffled voice broke my thoughts.

“What’d you say?”

Giovanni shook his head. “It was nothing, just stupid crap. We should go inside before Chad comes looking for you.” He gently placed me on my feet and looked into my eyes. “I never wanna stop making love to you.” His choice of words startled me and he knew it. “I meant fuck… sorry, just a bit lightheaded from that incredible orgasm. I can’t think straight.”

“Nothing wrong with making love,” I winked at him, wanting him to continue the conversation, but instead, he closed his pants and led me back to the crowded bar.