Dolore: The Family, #6

By Katrina Jackson

Zoe

The best part of a new relationship is discovering one another and learning how to expose yourselves. And that's exactly what I have planned for my vacation in Palermo with Alfonso. I don't care about the beach, the tourist traps, or even relaxing by the pool. The only thing that matters is that strangled sound Alfonso makes just before he begs me to give him what he needs.

Alfonso

I am not ready.

Content Warnings

Voyeurism (consensual, dubious consent, and nonconsensual)
Mentions of murder

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katrina Jackson
• Release date: Jun 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781953908957

Katrina Jackson

Katrina is a college professor by day who writes romances by weekend when her cats allow. She writes high heat, diverse and mostly queer erotic romances and erotica. She also likes sleep, salt-and-pepper beards, and sunshine. I'm super active on twitter. Follow me: @katrinajax

Book preview

1 ALFONSO

Are you up? Wake up.

I can feel Zoe’s soft, warm, impatient presence pulling me into the day.

I know you’re up, she says, leaning against me. I feel her stomach at the small of my back, her breasts pressing into my side. Her voice shifts to a shaky whisper. Aren’t you?

I can imagine her face right now, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, her eyes squinting in a look of concentration edging toward annoyance. I want to laugh, but I’m trying so hard not to let on that I am, in fact, awake because I enjoy her attention in all its forms.

I am honestly surprised she hasn’t realized my ruse. Who could sleep through this kind of harassment?

In the small handful of days since we met, she’s had all the power and control, even when she didn’t know it. Even when she didn’t use it. And while I wouldn’t change that, I also want to enjoy every moment we have together. I want to feel her eager excitement wash over me. I want to enjoy knowing how much she wants me.

It’s almost noon. How are you still asleep? she whines.

That question almost shocks me into betraying my ruse.

How am I still asleep?! Zoe celebrated Zahra and Giulio finally leaving for Naples by riding me all night, in every room of the apartment, and on every surface that seemed sturdy enough to hold our weight. We might have miscalculated on the strength of some of the furniture, but we had fun doing it.

I will, of course, send Salvo enough money to replace whatever we’ve broken, but it would probably be prudent to wait until we leave just in case we decide to break anything else during our holiday.

We spent all night — literally all night — making love. And fucking. Very different things. The sky was a beautiful shade of sapphire blue when we finally collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat and come. Happy.

Why am I still asleep? Because I’m fucking exhausted. The real question is, why isn’t she?

It takes all my self-control and a desire not to aggravate the dull ache in my back not to open my eyes and ask her that exact question. If I do ask, and she responds the way I imagine, I know I will have no choice but to use the rest of my energy putting her back to sleep. And I don’t want to do that just yet. Right now, I just want to enjoy the waves of her excited frustration washing over me.

I’ve adored every moment I’ve spent with Zoe, but when she works herself up into a knot of anticipation and takes it out on me… I could shudder just thinking about it.

It’s a miracle I haven’t already come.

I deserve a medal.

Wake uuuuup, Zoe whines, draping herself dramatically over my side.

As soon as I feel Zoe’s skin against my back and the weight of her breasts on my arm, I am aware of her and myself in ways only she can inspire. Like I said, she’s in control. Even now when she thinks I’m asleep, wanting my attention, she already has it.

I think I can pretend for a few minutes more. Of course, she proves me wrong.

She presses her left hand to my chest. Her fingers sift through the hair there, fingernails scraping against my skin. The blunt tip of her chin presses into my arm. All her hard softness makes my heartbeat quicken. I can feel the hot flush of blood rushing through my veins, warming my limbs.

Two of her fingers circle my nipple. The hair at the base of my cock feels electrified in the seconds before my cock starts twitching to life. I press my lips and eyelids together with more force. I want to turn my head into the pillow and moan, but I can’t.

Not yet, but soon. So fucking soon. I won’t last much longer. I can’t believe I thought I would. I’m hanging on by the skin of my teeth while Zoe traces lazy circles around my chest with the tips of her nails.

I swallow deep and slow as her sharp fingernails coast over my skin and then dig in with a little more pressure. A little more pain.

And then a little more.

You’re awake. I can hear the smile in her voice. Her breath ghosts over my arm, and her nails dig into my skin hard enough to make me wince. Hard enough to make my hips jut forward, pumping the air, missing her hot, wet cunt. Hard enough to break me.

I turn my head and groan into the pillow loud enough that if Zahra and Giulio were still in the apartment next door, they would hear me. So it’s a good thing they’re gone because I don’t care who I wake up with this moan now that there’s precome leaking from the tip of my dick.

Cazzo, I groan.

Open your eyes, Alfonso, Zoe whispers against my bicep before placing a soft kiss there. I can feel her sweet smile against my arm. Her nails move down my chest and over my stomach.

I’m hard as a rock and barely making it from one breath to the next. I need to come. I need Zoe. Cazzo. Fuck. Fuck. I groan into the pillow, humping the air.

She wins.

When I pull my face away from the pillow, I find Zoe smiling wide enough to bare teeth. Good morning, she says before sinking those same beautiful teeth into the meat of my shoulder.

I want to fuck. I need to fuck. I need to be inside Zoe. Hell, I’m so horny I would be happy just to roll over and press myself into this mattress, and I try to do just that, but Zoe leans harder on my arm, stopping me from moving in any direction; forcing me to fuck nothing but air, knowing that it’s not enough, enjoying my frustration as she refuses to give me what I want.

We watch each other with an intensity I can barely fathom. I don’t understand how every moment with her is like this, how it feels so good just to be near her.

We match each other’s shuddering breaths as her hand moves slowly down my body.

I’m so horny, so desperate that even the air I’m fucking feels good now. It’s not as good as when I’m inside Zoe, but this moment is so close to great that it’s hard to split hairs. Who cares? Fuck. Me.