Now, all thoughts of where we are, hanging thirty feet in the air, don’t seem to matter as much as the feel of him against me.
The kiss is both soft and hard, our lips lost to each other, sinking into the moment, this chance to let loose, to truly be alone. Claudio groans a little when I open my mouth to let him inside, and the sound goes straight to my bones.
I’ve missed this.
He lets go of my wrists, his hands going around to grab hold of my arse, pulling me up against him, his erection stiff against me, while I reach up and weave my fingers through his soft dark hair, holding on tight.
I want to fuck him right now, feel every inch of him inside, devour him until I have nothing left to give.
But this damn cage is too small for it to be comfortable, and the idea of rocking it back and forth makes that vertigo and panic come back.
No worries, though.
I pull away slightly, giving him a wicked smile, and then I drop to my knees.
“Grace,” he murmurs, desire caught in his throat, making him hoarse.
I say nothing. I barely fit, but luckily my legs are short. The metal bottom of the cage digs into my knees, and the soles of my shoes are jammed flush against the sides. But I have room to do what I need to do.
I reach up and start to unzip his fly, until I see his black briefs.
He helps by reaching inside them and pulling out his cock.
God, it looks formidable in this light, especially after not seeing it for days.
I take hold of it, feeling it’s weight, his skin feeling like hot velvet. In all my life I never knew I could appreciate a dick like I do his.
I wet my lips and stare up at him with big innocent eyes, and slowly push his tip through my mouth, the salt of his precum sliding over my tongue.
“Fuck,” Claudio growls, his expression turning primal.
A thrill goes through me, that he loves that I’m doing this, that I have this power over him.
Still, this is the first time I’m giving him a blow job. I’m not quite sure what he likes.
I push his cock in and then slowly take it out, my teeth grazing his shaft a little. He plops out of my mouth with a lewd wet noise and I lick my lips as I stare at him.
“How do you like it?” I ask. “Tell me what you want.”
He makes a fist at the base of his cock, eyes boring into mine, and says, “Suck.” He bites his lip in anticipation. “Just suck.”
Okay then. I have to appreciate how direct he is.
I put him back into my mouth, sucking at him, making my lips and fist a solid ring, and he starts pumping his hips into my face, harder and harder.
Things get messy pretty fast. It’s very wet and slippery, his cock almost bobbing out of my mouth a few times, and sometimes my teeth get in the way. But all the while Claudio is watching me, hissing Italian expletives under his breath and groaning out my name. This is by far one of the sexiest and strangest things I’ve ever done. Thank god there is no one in the baskets ahead of us or behind us, and the few that have passed have been empty.
Wait … have they?
I pause, wanting to turn my head to look around, but Claudio grabs my hair, tugging on it, holding me in place. His other hand then slips around the back of my head as he starts pushing my face forward, in time with the pumps of his hips.
“Oh … fuck,” he cries out as he rams his cock through my lips. He stiffens in my hands, and I look up to see his head fall back, his mouth open, face contorted in pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He shoots straight to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down without a second thought.
His pumping slows, and I regain control of his cock, pulling it from my lips. I wipe my mouth on my shoulder and then carefully try to get to my feet.
Even though I’m all buzzed out from sucking him off, I’m suddenly very aware that the cage is swinging slightly and moving higher up the mountain. All the trees have faded away to bare rock and, good timing, the next cage coming down toward us on the opposite side actually has people in it.
“You,” he says gruffly as he slowly zips himself up with one hand, his other going to my cheek. “How will I ever deserve you?”
“You can start by not making me ride things like this,” I tell him. I look down again, and we’re at least seventy feet in the air now. Okay, so that was a good distraction for the time being, but I’m going to close my eyes for the rest of the ride.
It isn’t until we finally reach the top and have a drink on the patio of what has to be the island’s most isolated bar, that I finally relax.
“Hey,” I tell him, in between sips of my beer. We’ve been sitting here lost in the view, which runs from one end of Elba to the other. We’re truly on top of the world here, a thousand meters above the blue Mediterranean.
Claudio’s leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head and looking blissed out. “Mmm?” he says, face tipped to the sun.
I lean in closer. “There weren’t people in the cages coming down, were there? I mean, when I was sucking you off…”
A tiny smile tugs at his lips.
Noooo.
I reach out and smack him. “Are you serious!?”
He laughs, and I want to pull his aviators off his face and see his eyes. “No, no one saw.”
That’s not quite what I asked.
And judging by the looks we get in the parking lot later, after we take the gondola back down, I’m pretty sure some people saw plenty.
We took our sweet time getting back to the house. I made Claudio stop by a seaside town, where we were able to stroll, hand-in-hand, like a real couple. It was so nice, so easy, so natural, that I was hit with the inexplicable urge to tell him that I wanted to move here, to live in Italy with him forever. Have a wonderful little place by the sea, just him and me and Vanni. I could write novels in the early morning, watching the sun come up, Vanni and Claudio catching fresh fish for lunch, and we could swim in the ocean at dusk after a few glasses of wine.
I could see that future so clearly that it scared me.
That happiness, it was all there, in sight, and yet not only did I think I wasn’t deserving of a future like that, I knew it was hopeless.
All because of Vanni and Jana.
Maybe Vanni will change his mind. Maybe Jana won’t care.
I’ve entertained these scenarios too. It’s true that Vanni might come around, especially the more he gets to know me, and once he learns I’m not trying to be his mother or replace Jana. And then Jana, well, she might wish me well. And even if she doesn’t, it might not matter enough for her to drop me as a client.
And if she does? If you lose her as an agent?
Well, I better be damn sure I’m making the right choice. I’ve lost so much in my life, the thought of going all in with Claudio and then having it fall apart is too much for me to handle.
I manage to shake those thoughts from my head as we drive inland. It would have been faster to go back around the island the way we came, but I wanted to see what driving over the mountain would be like. Apparently, all it took was a penis for me to overcome my fear of heights.
Who knew?
Eventually, we end up back at his parents’ house, a little later than we had promised. His mother is running around, talking about the reservation and how we won’t make it, while his father doesn’t seem to care and thinks the fish place down at the beach is good enough.