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Angie and Gio

By: MissKittyT



It was Thursday afternoon and I'd been wandering around in the mall for a good two hours before I decided to abandon the mission. Stacey, one of my best friends, was getting married on Saturday and I still hadn't bought her a gift yet. Even though we'd been good friends for six years, I still wasn't sure what to get her for her big day. She had sent everybody a gift registry but I wanted to get her something memorable. I sighed and decided to go get myself an ice-cream in the hopes that I would think of something good to buy her. 

I was a regular at the ice-cream parlour so I was a bit nervous when the guy smiling at me from behind the counter wasn't the one that I was used to. Being around handsome men always made me nervous and self-conscious. All the fat in my body always felt like it was in the wrong place and it was as if somebody was hovering a huge magnifying glass over me. I'd just come from work so my pencil skirt and blouse made me feel even more frumpy. He was definitely hotter than the regular guy, with his pitch-black hair and chocolate brown eyes. To be honest, I thought he was way too hot to be working there. His chiselled jawline belonged in the pages of a magazine somewhere. A quick glance at his name badge told me his name was Mason.

"Hi there," he said in a smooth baritone voice. "What can I get you?" 

"Um, just a cherry ice-cream in a cone please," I said, trying my best to smile back. 

"Cherry ice-cream in a cone coming right up!" he said with a wink. 

I wondered if he was flirting with me. I hoped he was and wasn't all at once. I was awful around guys but my best friend getting married was making me more and more unhappy about still being single. Often, I'd wonder why that still was. I mean, I was doing pretty well for myself. I had a job at one of the top engineering firms in the city, I had my own place and I was smart too. I always thought I was a pretty good catch. Yet there I was, standing in line at an ice-cream parlour, pathetically hoping that the guy behind the counter was flirting with me. I mentally shook myself to get my shit together. Why the hell was I doing this again? On my way out I pushed Mason From the Ice-cream Parlour out of my mind and tried to focus on something else because I knew that once I started lamenting on how sad me being single was, I'd never stop. It was a vicious cycle that I didn't feel like getting into. I'd had a very long day and I needed to get home and relax. 

Thankfully there wasn't any traffic and the moment I got into my condo, I kicked off my shoes and threw myself onto the couch. We'd just landed a huge contract at the firm so I was running around like a mad thing most of the time. That was one of the downsides of being a junior there; everybody always gave you the grunt work. But I had no reason to complain because I was earning good money and in a better situation than most 23 year-olds. Just as I was starting on dinner, Stacey called me. I put her on speaker so I could chop vegetables. 

"Angie!" she squealed excitedly over the phone. There had been a lot of that since she'd told me that she was getting married. Everything seemed to excite her. Even though I was a bit jealous that she'd found the love of her life, I still couldn't help but be happy for her. She was my best friend after all. 

"Hey Stacey," I replied with a smile. "How are you doing?" 

"I'm great! Listen, are you home? I want to come over. I have something to tell you!" 

"Are you sure you have to drive all the way to the other side of town to tell me this big piece of news?" I asked, not really sure if I could handle her insane level of excitement after such a long day at work. 

"Well I guess I could tell you over the phone but I haven't seen you in so long Angie! I miss my best buddy. These wedding plans are driving me crazy and I just want to come chill with you. So, are you home or not?" I sighed quietly. 

"Yeah I am. I'm just getting started on supper actually. You can join me for supper if you want to." 

"Awesome! I'll be there in a bit." 

The phone clicked as she hung up. Stacey Lewis and I had met in our first year at university and we just clicked. It was weird for me because before that, I'd never had any female friends before. For some reason I just never got on well with girls. But Stacey was down-to-earth, loud and crass; just the kind of person I got along with even though I wasn't like that myself. She was also the pretty half of our friendship, I thought. She had long, flowing, blonde hair and a sinfully curvaceous body. Her eyes were sea-blue and she always had a smile on her face that would light up her features. I loved her to bits but my self-esteem couldn't help but take a knocking whenever we were out together. All the guys would flirt with her and she'd get all the dates. 

In my 23 years of life, I'd still never even kissed a guy. More times than I could count, I was just used as a conduit to get her number or something like that. I couldn't even really be mad at her because in spite of all the attention she got, she'd always politely turn them all down, insisting that she was waiting for the right guy. That was something I had to respect. I don't know if it was just me being desperate but I thought I'd find it difficult to say no to a guy who was throwing himself at me, as timid as I was. Obviously she was doing something right because two years ago she'd met Alan Evans who was as dreamy as guys get. I thought they were really good together. And he was loaded so that didn't hurt either. I'd just put the lasagne in the oven when my doorbell rang. Stacey burst through the door when I let her in and basically jumped onto my couch. 

"Oh my word!" she said with a huge sigh. "Why did I insist on being so involved in this wedding planning?" I laughed. 

"I don't know, maybe because you're a control freak." 

"Fuck you," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. 

"You know you want to," I said winking at her. "This thing with Alan is just a cover!" 

"You wish! Talking about Alan, that's why I'm here." 

I looked up from setting the table when she didn't continue. Stacey was a real fan of drama. 

"Well, are you going to keep me in suspense any longer?" 

She took a deep breath as if readying herself for a marathon. "We did it last night!" she finally blurted out. 

"Did what?" I asked, confused. 

"Like, sex!" I raised my eyebrows. 

"Oh wow. I thought you were waiting until the wedding." 

"I thought so too but I don't know. He came over last night and one thing just led to another." 

"Well, how was it?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the details of it. 

"I've never had such great sex in my life. I thought I was going to die. He is such a freak. I mean, who knew that a lawyer could be like that in bed? We've been together forever and I never once saw this coming. And he's absolutely massive -" 

"Oh my goodness," I interrupted with a cringe. "Can you not? I still have to look this man in the eye on Saturday. It's like hearing about my brother's sex life." 

"Yeah whatever Angie, you know you want to hear the rest!" 

"Actually, no I don't. Come eat, you crazy blonde." 

"So, do you have a date for Saturday?" 

I took my time pouring a glass of wine before I looked at her disdainfully. 

"No," I answered finally. 

"Why not?" she asked, loading her fork full of lasagne. 

"Because I don't have men falling at my feet wherever I go like you, Stacey. It's just difficult." 

"No, it isn't. You think of somebody you like, tell them your best friend is getting married and ask them to come with you." 

"Look," I said. "We've been over this a million times. Men just aren't into me that way. It's been like this my whole life so I don't even know why I'm expecting it to be different. Besides, I don't even fancy anybody at the moment. I don't have time for that shit. Work is killing me." 

"Well, you can't hide behind your work forever. You're a catch and sooner or later somebody's going to see that." 

I knew what she was trying to do. Like any good friend, she was trying to make me feel better. I felt bad for throwing myself a pity party just before her wedding but before I could apologise, my phone rang. It was my dad so I ignored it. 

"Are you going to get that?" she asked. 

"No," I said shortly. Suddenly, she grabbed my phone off the table and answered it. 

"Hey, what the fuck?" I hissed. I hated that she was trying to force me to talk to him. He didn't deserve any of my time. 

"Yes, I'll accept the charges," replied Stacey to whoever was on the phone. 

She then handed it to me with an expectant look on her face. I had a good mind to hang up but I knew she was just trying to help. I bit the bullet and took the phone. 

"Hello?" 

"Sweetie, it's so good to hear your voice again," said a gravelly voice on the other side of the phone. 

I flinched at the term of endearment. I hadn't spoken to him in months but his voice still sounded the same. 

"How have you been?" he asked. The sincerity in his voice made me feel a pang of guilt for ignoring his daily calls. 

"I'm fine, just busy at work." I heard the smile in his voice when he replied and I didn't know how to feel. 

"I'm so proud of you Angie, I hope you know that. I know I'm not the father you deserve but don't you ever doubt how much I love you. You hear me?" 

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check. This is why I hated speaking to him. It made me want to care again. I didn't want to go through all that crap. 

"Yes Daddy, I know. How are you?" 

"As good as can be expected for a man behind bars," he said with a chuckle. "I'm just happy you finally picked up. I think about you every day. You are my only daughter after all." 

I kept quiet, not knowing what else to say. 

"Angie sweetie, I have to go now. Keep well and don't forget; I love you." 

"Me too," I said softly. The phone beeped after he hung up. I lifted my eyes to see Stacey looking at me. 

"See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" I didn't say anything. "I think you should go visit him," said Stacey simply. 

"Are you fucking serious? No!" 

"Angie he's your dad! I know he's done some fucked up shit but he still cares about you, even you can't deny that! He's sorry, what more do you want from him? He can't give you much more from behind bars! Just give him a chance!" 

"Stacey, I can't -" 

"Come on, Angie. You really have nothing to lose. And you never know how much time you have left. What happens if he dies in there with you still not talking to him?" 

"Okay fine! I'll go if means you'll leave me alone about it!" She smiled smugly at me from behind her glass of wine. 

"I'll go with you, if that makes you feel better. I have some time tomorrow." 

"Tomorrow?" I asked incredulously. "Your wedding is on Saturday, remember?" 

"They can do without me for a few hours. You need me more. Don't worry love, it'll be fine." 

"Yeah, I hope so." 

****** 

"I'll wait here," said Stacey as she shut off the car. 

We were in the prison parking lot and I was seriously regretting my decision to visit my dad. I knew Stacey was right about him being sorry but it was still difficult for me. He'd been absent for most of my life and I just didn't feel like attaching myself to somebody who never did anything for me. I'd had to grow up in a foster home because my mother was a druggie and my dad was a gangster who was locked up for the rest of his life for murder. The man had killed somebody, hell, he'd probably killed tens of people and now he wanted to get back into my life. I didn't want anything to do with it. Everything I had in my life, I had because I worked for it myself. Now he wanted to fuck it up. I also knew that Stacey wasn't going to let it go until I saw him so I nodded and made my way inside. 

The concrete walls were dark grey, stained with God knows what and everybody had an angry air about them. I tried not to make any eye-contact with any of the inmates as I made my way into the visiting room. I could feel their eyes on me and heard a few catcalls shouted my way. I'd never been so uncomfortable in my life. I sat at an empty table near the corner and waited for them to bring my dad in. Eventually, my eyes wandered and stopped on an inmate who was looking right at me. I averted my eyes for a little bit and then I risked another peek. I didn't know why he was sitting by himself but he was giving me the most unrelenting stare in the world. My brain told me to be scared because this man was a prisoner and he had more than likely seriously maimed or killed somebody to land up in here. My body, on the other hand, did not agree. It felt like he was staring right through my clothes, my soul. I shifted slightly in my seat and pulled my blazer closer to my body. I'd never been on the receiving end of such an intense look in my life before. 

He was handsome, there was no denying that but he was almost unrealistically good-looking. Even though his head was shaved clean, I could see that he usually had a head full of what looked like black hair. His eyebrows were thick and expressive but it was the eyes that drew me in. They were large and were an unusual shade of green. I found it strange that so much emotion could shine from the eyes of an inmate. One of them shut quickly in an inconspicuous wink and his full lips turned up into a small smile. Before I knew what I was doing, I was smiling back. I could tell that he was massive. His jumpsuit was done up but it did nothing to hide the huge body beneath. Tattoos peeked out at the neck of his jumpsuit and at the wrists. I wondered if he was covered in them. Soon I was wondering what was beneath all that orange material. I shifted in my seat again, feeling very warm in my work clothes. This mysterious inmate was having a strange effect on me. 

Suddenly, the door to the visiting area opened and I looked up to see my dad walking in. He looked better than I thought he would. He and my mum had had me early in life so he was still only forty-two and I could see that he obviously spent his time working out. I hated how much I looked like him. We had the same eyes, same dark brown skin and the same nose. I hadn't seen him in over two years but he didn't look much different from my last visit. He just had a little more grey hair than before. I could see why my mum fell for him. He was a good-looking man who carried himself confidently, even though I hated to admit it. He smiled when he saw me and I weakly returned it. I was glad that no physical contact was allowed because I didn't feel like hugging him. I tried my best to smile at him even though I didn't really feel like it. 

"Hey sweetheart," he said, sitting down opposite me. 

"Hey Dad," I replied quietly, suddenly feeling very emotional. 

"You're looking good." 

"Thank you." 

"Still as polite as always, even to a screw up like your old man," he said with a wry smile. 

I sighed. "Don't say that Dad," I said in spite of myself. 

"No, don't defend me. It's my own fault that I'm here and to be honest, I don't deserve your kindness. I've had some time to think in here. I don't know if it counts for much but I think I've really changed. I just want you to give me a chance again. I've already missed out on so much of your life. So...do you think that maybe we could start over? I really do miss you Angie." 

I sat in silence, not exactly sure how to respond. It was hard for me to shut him out now that he was sitting in front of me and telling me all these things. I would've been lying if I said I didn't miss him, regardless of the way I felt about all the things he'd done to land himself in prison. What's the worst that could happen, I thought to myself? I mean, he was locked up. I could just stop seeing him if things got too much. At that moment, Stacey's words came back to me and I thought of how much I'd regret not trying if, God forbid, something happened to him. I nodded slowly, wondering if I was making the right decision. I guess I'd have to find out. 

My father and I spent the next forty-five minutes talking about my life mostly. I couldn't believe it but it actually felt good to tell him about all my achievements and how well things were going for me. I still wanted him to be proud of me I guess. Eventually I had to leave. I still wasn't ready to hug him so I just waved goodbye instead. On my way out, the inmate with the green eyes caught my eye again. He was giving me the same intense stare as before but this time he didn't hide his appraisal of my body. He looked at me up and down before that smirk returned to his face. Again, I wondered why he didn't make me feel uncomfortable the way the other inmates did. Flustered, I looked away and rushed to the door. I needed to get away from the sexy prisoner. My love life, or lack thereof, just seemed to go from on disaster to another.

Angie and Gio Ch. 02



Stacey's wedding day was spectacular. There was a lot of last-minute running around to sort out the final details but in the end, it was one of the most amazing events I'd ever been to in my whole life. She and Alan had managed to book a beautiful wine farm just outside the city as their venue. 

They'd had to pay a ridiculous amount for it but when I got there, I saw why it was worth every penny. The estate was stunningly green and it was a perfect, cloudless, sunny day. Much to Stacey's dismay, I hadn't managed to find a date to the wedding but I couldn't care less. All I could think of was that sexy, green-eyed hunk I'd seen at the prison and the way he'd looked at me. It had been such a long time since I'd felt a connection with anybody so he was difficult to forget. I wasn't one to be so interested in somebody just from looking at them but there was just something about him that got me going. It was a bit disconcerting because I knew I had more self-control than that. Something told me that she wouldn't approve of me finding a convicted felon attractive so I kept it to myself. For the time being anyway. 

I was finishing up my make-up when Stacey walked in still wrapped in her robe. She had very light make-up on and her hair was done up in a classy up do, drawing attention to her beautiful eyes. Her skin was a wonderful bronze from the summer sun and even though she was obviously very nervous, she was still an absolute vision. All this and she wasn't even her wedding dress yet. I'd never been happier for my best friend. I hadn't actually seen her in her dress yet because she decided to get a new one about two weeks before the wedding. Apparently she didn't feel a 'connection' anymore with the other one.

"So, how do you feel?" I asked, leaning in for a careful hug so I wouldn't disturb her hair and make-up.

"Pretty fucking awesome," she said with a huge grin. "I'm super nervous too. I can't believe that this is finally happening, I really can't."

"Well, believe it missy because in a few minutes you're going to be Mrs Evans!"

There was a pause before we both squealed in excitement and then burst out laughing.

"Hey don't think that just because I'm so excited I've let you off the hook. I'm still mad you didn't bring anybody."

I rolled my eyes and turned away to take my dress out of its cover.

"Oh my word! Are you still on about that? Why is it such a big deal?"

"Because I know you! Protest about it and make excuses all you want, you want somebody in your life. Come on, how long have we known each other? I know you too well."

"Stacey, could you maybe not worry about my shitty love life on your wedding day? We can debate about this some more another time. Today is all about you, okay? You! So just be quiet and look pretty," I said nudging her in the shoulder.

"Yeah whatever Angie, this isn't over! Hurry up and get dressed so you can help me into my dress you sexy beast."

I was the only bridesmaid at her wedding because according to Stacey, she wasn't going to ask people she didn't really know or get along with to be her bridesmaids just for the sake of having more visually appealing pictures. I was really honoured that she chose me but I was also a bit nervous about walking down the aisle before her by myself. I wasn't looking forward to having so many eyes on me at once. 

My dress was amazing though. I usually hated shopping for clothing because it made me frustrated and self-conscious. I was a big girl so finding things that fit me well and flattered my figure was close to impossible. Luckily, I was able to have my dress custom made so that it fit me like a dream. It was a striking, floor-length, royal blue gown with a bit of a train. The sleeves were long and the neck dipped a bit to show the slightest hint of cleavage. The fabric was soft and light; perfect for the summer day outside. It hugged me in all the right places and made me feel like a knock-out. Stacey's dress was a magnificent mermaid style gown that sat on her body like a second skin. She'd never been more radiant.

The ceremony was breath-taking and I had the time of my life at the reception. It didn't bother me in the slightest that I was there alone. I stayed away from the bar because I was planning on driving myself home afterwards. When the last trickle of people remained, I decided to call it a night. 

I said goodbye to Stacey and Alan and left to try and find my car again. On my drive home, I had a sudden craving for McDonald's and I figured I'd just go as I was because I was too lazy to go home first and get changed. I felt a bit like a twat walking into McD's so dressed up but I wanted a greasy burger and I wasn't even ashamed about it. Maybe I'd get myself an ice-cream too because why the fuck not?

*****

Coffee had never tasted so good. I knew that I didn't exactly have the budget to be eating out yet but I just needed to get myself a burger and coffee. Those were the two things I'd missed most when I was locked up. I went to the McDonald's at night because I wanted to avoid a huge crowd of people. I'd spent the past eight years of my life in an overcrowded cage so I think I'd earned myself some fresh air. 

It was so fucking weird to be out in society again. I knew it was in my head but it felt like everybody knew I was a felon. I could feel everybody's eyes on the back of my head when I was on the bus on the way from the prison. I knew it was my own fault that I landed up there but it still sucked. 

My parents wouldn't want to see me. I was a disgrace to the whole Rizzoli family. My father runs a communications company, the biggest in the country, and I'd completely fucked up his reputation when I got into trouble. They'd basically disowned me when I was arrested. My older brother and I were barely speaking even before all this shit went down so I didn't know where he was. Last I heard, he was busy running one of the tech divisions in my dad's company. He was probably abroad somewhere. 

I was definitely the black sheep of the family. I don't even know what the fuck I'd been thinking, getting mixed up with people like that. I had a good life ahead of me but I had to be a stupid punk and try to prove myself to my friends. At least I still had my uncle to look out for me. He and my father never really got along because he felt like my father had been too hard on me as a child. In the weeks leading up to my release, he'd managed to get me a decent paying job at a construction site and a small apartment close to where I worked. 

It wasn't much but it had everything I needed and it was a hell of a lot better than the life I'd been living in prison. He'd even managed to get me some good clothes and a bit of money to get me started. I owed him. He was the only person who'd treated me like a human being for the past few years. I needed a way to make money so that I could get back on my feet as soon as possible. After I was arrested, I hated relying on anybody for anything.

In fact, I hated people knowing I was a Rizzoli to begin with. They'd always assume I was this spoilt brat who lived off a trust fund and never did shit. I guess maybe they were a little right about that. I always thought that my dad would bail me out the way he always did when I got into trouble. Instead, he just cut off contact with me completely and didn't even make as much as a phone call for eight years. My mother called every now and again but she was always afraid my father would find out and lose his temper so her calls were always short and tense. 

It tore me up inside to know that I was putting my mother through so much hell. All she ever did was love me and I threw it right back in her face. I was determined to show them and everybody else that I could be something, no matter how long it took me. I was done being some punk-ass kid with a chip on his shoulder and a grudge against the world. I'd lost my whole young adult life to prison and I wanted to get my life back on track.

I was sitting by myself at a counter facing the window outside while I drank my coffee. I saw a few cute girls walk by and check me out. That used to happen all the time. Women used to throw themselves at me all the time. I think it was mostly the money but I knew I was good-looking and I hadn't been afraid to abuse it. By the time I was sixteen I'd lost count of the number of women I'd been with. It just didn't matter much to me. All they wanted to do was fuck me and use me for my money so I returned the favour. I remember travelling with my dad sometimes and there would always be these gorgeous women wherever we went. They knew who we were and that my dad was loaded. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt like my father had cheated on my mother before with one of those women but I could never prove it. All I knew was that he hated me. Sometimes I wondered how we were even related because we were so different. Before I got arrested, I never met a girl I'd felt anything for. I had a few regular fuck buddies but other than that, I didn't really care much for women.

That was until I'd seen Angie. King, one of my block mates, used to talk about his daughter all the time but I hadn't actually seen her until just before my release. The moment she walked in, I couldn't look away. It was as if she had me under some kind of spell. I'll never forget the tightness I felt in my belly when I saw her walk in. She was dressed in a smart, dark green two-piece suit that covered a crisp white blouse and shiny black heels that drew attention to her thick legs. Angie was a bigger girl, substantially bigger than I was used to but I wasn't put off in the least. 

It surprised me, considering the kind of girls I was into before but she was just a gem in my eyes. She was of medium height and her full breasts were straining against the fabric of her expensive-looking suit. Her waist synched in a bit before flaring into a wide set of the most inviting hips I'd ever seen. Angie's skin was the colour of rich, dark chocolate and her natural curly hair was arranged neatly on top of her head. Even from a distance, I could see that her lips were full and pouty, infinitely kissable. Before I could look away, she looked up and caught me staring. I couldn't break my gaze away from those big, brown eyes of hers so I smiled at her instead. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt my dick twitch in my jumpsuit when she smiled back.

I fucking hated it. Giovanni Rizzoli did not get whipped over anybody. Especially over somebody he didn't know. I saw women in the visiting room all the time and I would always stare, whether they were hot or not because seeing a woman was such a rare thing that I made the most out of every opportunity.

But now it wasn't just any woman that I thought about, it was Angie. I felt bad for thinking about King's daughter like that but shit, just the thought of her had me painfully hard. I wondered what it would be like to grab a handful of those curls, what they would feel like between my fingers, what her skin would feel like if I touched it, what her voice sounded like when she was being fucked right. I'd never had such vivid fantasies since I was a kid and a part of me hoped I'd never see her again. It would be dangerous. These feelings were new to me and I didn't know what they meant or what to do with them. All I knew was that it would be a disaster if I ever saw her again.

*****

I was taking a bite of the best double cheese burger in the world when the lights shining above me suddenly dimmed. I looked up to see that somebody was standing in front of me. I nearly choked when I saw who it was. It was him! The mysterious, sexy prisoner I'd seen two days back was towering above me in all his six-foot-four glory with a small smile on his face. I couldn't even think. He was dressed in a worn pair of jeans, a green flannel shirt and dark brown work boots. His severely cut short hair seemed to already be growing out and he was sporting the most attractive five-o'clock shadow I'd ever seen. 

I was eye-level with his crotch and the bulge I saw there made my pulse quicken. His jeans did little to hide the long, powerful thighs beneath. His tanned, muscular forearms were exposed from his sleeves being rolled up, revealing a slew of intricate tattoos covering his arms. They ran up the bit of his chest that I could see through his white wife-beater and snaked up to his neck. And that green stare, there it was again. He didn't take his eyes off mine as he sat opposite me in the booth.

My brain was working at a million miles a minute. What the hell was he doing out of prison? Did he break out? And how the fuck did he find me? Had he been following me or something? Deep in the pit of my stomach I could feel a faint bubble of panic starting to form. Was I sitting across an escaped convict? Were the police looking for him? Would I be arrested to if they found him here with me? I wanted to do something but I was completely frozen in my seat. Even though I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him, I was scared out of my mind. 

I glanced over at the counter to make sure that the waiter was still there and could see me and I breathed a small sigh of relief as a bunch of drunken college students came in to order. The more witnesses around me, the better. My cell phone was on the table and my senses finally returned enough for me to reach for it. In the blink of an eye, his hand was on mine, pinning it to the table.

"Don't", he said quietly. 

His deep voice was soft but commanding. It sent a chill down my spine but I wasn't sure if it was one of fear or something else. That's when I really got scared. I tried to pull my hand away from his grasp but he held fast, refusing to let go. My heart was beating faster and faster in my chest and I fought the urge to cry for help. He yanked me closer as he leaned across the table so that he was just a few inches from my face.

"Please, calm down," he whispered quickly, looking around to see if anybody had noticed me struggling against him.

"Calm down?" I hissed viciously, incredulous as what he'd just said. "Are you fucking kidding me? You're a felon and you're restraining me! How the hell am I supposed to calm down?"

He tried to hide it but I could tell that my words had hit a nerve and I immediately felt bad. But my fear overrode anything else I was feeling at that point.

"Really, I can explain this. Just give me a moment. Shit," he said looking past my head at something.

Before I knew it, he leaned completely in and pressed his lips to mine. I don't know what I'd been expecting but that hadn't been it. Stacey was the only person that knew that I'd never been kissed before. Well, not until that point. I don't know why, it had just never happened (like everything else in my love life) and this man's kiss was making my head spin. He was surprisingly gentle for someone who had been manhandling me a few seconds before and I felt his other hand drift behind my head to settle in my curls. His lips were full and soft and I could taste a faint hint of coffee on them. 

I didn't know what I was doing so I let him lead me in a soft, chase kiss. There was a little voice in the back of my head screaming for me to stop letting a criminal I didn't know from a bar of soap make out with me in public but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. Slowly, he backed off and I was suddenly bereft without his lips on mine. He lingered for a moment to look at me right in the eye before he bit his lip mischievously and untangled his hand from my hair. I sat in my chair, stunned at what had just happened.

"Is everything okay here?" 

It was the waiter. He was a scrawny, brown-haired teenager and was looking between us with a frown on his face.

"Perfect," said the man seated opposite me, leaning back confidently in his seat. "My girlfriend just likes to make me work for it. Isn't that right honey?"

I realised he was talking to me and sobered up.

"Yeah, of course," I said, still feeling a bit dazed.

"Don't worry, we'll call you if we need anything. And I think you might want to go get yourself a mop. One of them just threw up on one of your tables," he said pointing to the group of college students.

"Fuck," the teenager mumbled under his breath before rushing away.

He immediately carried on from where he left off.

"Look, I'm sorry I had to do that. I just didn't want a scene."

I frowned. "A scene?"

"Yes, a scene. You were going to scream and call the cops on me and whatever else is going on in that pretty head of yours."

My senses came back to me in full force and my anger rose.

"Hey, screw you! You think that just because you kissed me I'm not going to -"

"I'm free," he said simply, ignoring everything I was saying.

"What?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I said: I'm free. I was released from prison yesterday and I was in here getting some coffee when I saw you come in. I thought I'd take my chances and say hello but then you flipped out on me. So there you go. I have every right to be here. Does that answer your question? Oh," he added as an afterthought, "Since I didn't get a chance to introduce myself properly before, I guess I'll do it now. My name is Giovanni Rizzoli but you can call me Gio. I'm twenty-eight and a recently released convict. I'm sorry if I scared you, that was not my intention."

He held out his hand for me to shake and even though I was still fuming, I took it anyway. There was a part of me that wanted to feel his warm, calloused hands on mine again and I wasn't disappointed. He held on a bit longer than he needed to before letting go. I reached for my cola just so that my hands would be occupied. I wanted to tell him what my name was but instead, something completely different came out.

"What were you arrested for?" I blurted out.

"Armed robbery," he responded immediately. "Eight years."

I was surprised at the matter-of-fact way in which he told me. Was he always this confident?

"That's a long time," I said quietly.

"Yes, that is a long time. So what's your name?"

"Angela King."

"Well, Angela King, you look absolutely ravishing tonight," he said with a smile.

In spite of myself, I smiled back. God damn it, I thought to myself. I'm acting like a school kid. Swooning over a stranger who just got out of prison.

"Thank you," was all I could say.

"Listen, I really didn't mean to upset you. I honestly just wanted to say hello and to tell you to thank your dad for looking out for me while I was in there."

I looked up suddenly.

"You know my dad?" I asked, barely able to contain my curiosity.

"Yeah I do. He's a good guy. Gotten me out of a lot of shit while I was locked up."

"Why?" I replied, confused.

He shrugged his shoulders at me.

"I don't know he just did. He told me that I was a lot like him when he first got locked up and that he wasn't going to let me fuck up my life. He was really happy when you started visiting him again and I must say; you're even more beautiful than he described."

I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat at the thought of my father talking to other people about me. Our eyes met and I could see his subtly roving over my body and stopping just a hint longer at my chest. He unconsciously bit his lip and I could not for the life of me understand why it made me feel awash with arousal. I shifted again and caught him trying to inconspicuously adjust himself. Somewhere in my mind I hoped that it was because of me.

"He talks about me?"

"All the fucking time," Gio replied with a chuckle. "He never stops about how proud he is of you."

I felt a familiar pang of guilt in chest again for having cut my father out of my life for so long. At that moment I resolved to work on our relationship as best I could. We both had so much lost time to make up for and no matter how messed up things were, I had to try harder




Angie and Gio Ch. 02



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"So, why are you so magnificently dressed up?" he asked, setting his arms on the table.

"Um...it was my best friend's wedding today."

"So where's your date then?" he asked, a cheeky smile lighting up his face again. He had a wonderful smile. It made me want to smile too.

"I don't have one," I replied, breaking eye-contact. His gaze made me self-conscious.

"You're telling me you went by yourself to your best friend's wedding, looking like this? I don't believe you."

"Well, believe it," I said flatly, fiddling with my straw.

It was strange. Just like the first time I saw him, I knew that I should be more cautious, more guarded, more afraid...but I wasn't. I couldn't consolidate the image of an armed robber with the man who was sitting in front of me. He looked tough for sure but there was so much more in those green eyes of his. I still wasn't quite sure what it was but it definitely wasn't something that made me scared. I was intrigued by him and by God if he wasn't the hottest man I'd ever seen. 

And he thought I was beautiful! He actually said that to me. Nobody had ever said that to me. I was so used to living in Stacey's shadow when it came to men that I couldn't help but get a little excited. A man actually being attracted to me, sexually or otherwise was just the most foreign concept in the world to me. It felt like something that could never happen. 

My guard went up. It could just be in my head. Maybe this is just what he was like. A sweet-talker who used his charm to get whatever he wanted out of people. He couldn't see anything in me. He didn't even know me. I felt like I needed to get away.

"Look, I should go. I'm tired and I still need to drive home," I said, getting up.

His brow furrowed in concern. Why, I thought? He doesn't even know me. Why does he care about what happens to me?

"Are you okay?" he asked, standing up too.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Like I said, I'm just tired."

He looked disappointed and I felt bad again. I wanted to like him, I really did but I just couldn't.

"Can I at least walk you to your car?" he asked somewhat hopefully. I nodded.

"Holy shit, that's yours?" he asked in surprise when I opened my BMW. "Way to make a man feel like a slacker!"

I smiled grimly, not having enough energy to say anything back. We stood in silence for a few moments before he spoke again.

"So this is goodbye then?" Gio asked, looking down at me. Even when I was in my heels, he still towered over me.

I nodded again.

"Why?" he said quietly.

"What do you mean why?"

"You want to see me again. I can see it. Don't even try to deny it."

I looked away, avoiding his gaze again. He was right. I did want to see him again but I was scared. I was scared because I didn't know him, I didn't know who he was, where he came from, what he'd actually done to get to the point he was right now in his life. I scared because I was feeling something. For the first time in years, I was feeling something for somebody and I didn't know what to do about it. 

I didn't want to jump the gun. It could be nothing. I mean the man was hot as hell. Maybe that was it. Maybe it was my lust taking over and screwing my brain up. I'd been rejected so many times before that I didn't even want to try with this. I felt like I could take anything except the pain of being rejected again. The insecure, overweight teenager in me returned with full force and took over my thoughts forcefully. 

I felt small and worthless and all I wanted to do was get out of his sight. Just the thought of his eyes on me made me want to cringe. I didn't want him looking at my body. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around myself. I felt his hand gently tip my face up so that I was staring right into those green orbs.

"Listen, I like to, well, used to like to, get a coffee in at the shop across the road before work every morning. I think I'm going to get right back into that again. So if you ever want to hang out again or something, you know where to find me."

He kissed me softly on the forehead before giving me one last smile and walking away. I wanted to call him back. I barely knew him but I was already missing his company. It could have been my imagination but it felt like he knew what was going on in my head. It was as if he knew that I wasn't ready, not yet. I hoped I would be. He seemed like a good guy and I didn't want to miss out on it just because I was insecure. Regardless, I still couldn't gather the courage to call him back so I got into my car and drove myself home.

*****

I couldn't think of anything but Gio after that night. Whether I was at work, at home or with Stacey, his face would always pop back into my mind. I'd keep thinking of the way he kissed me and the way he'd stare right into my soul with those green eyes of his. After Stacey came back from her honeymoon, she noticed that I was acting strangely but I didn't want to tell her about it. I knew she'd flip out and I wasn't even sure what I wanted to do yet. I was till busy sorting out my own feelings. What would happen if I decided to cave and go see him? Would something even happen between us? Lord knows I wanted it to.

As nice as he seemed, I could tell that he was used to getting what he wanted and looking like that, women probably threw themselves at him wherever he went. Somehow I felt I couldn't compete with that. I couldn't possibly be as hot as the women he was used to. Regardless of all this, I couldn't help myself. I had my first day off in weeks and when I woke up; I decided to go get that coffee.

I'd never been more nervous in my life. It was a beautiful but hot day so I was wearing a yellow, knee-length summer dress and I had my hair tied up in a loose bun. I'd managed to get a table outside so I had a clear view of the street and the people walking by. I tugged at my dress, feeling uncomfortable about its length. I'd bought it at Stacey's insistence I usually just wore jeans and t-shirts but she was dead set on making me over. 

It was way too hot for make-up so I opted for just a little lip gloss instead and my sensitive eyes were shielded by sunglasses as I sipped at my iced coffee. The anticipation was killing me. I was actually excited to see Gio again. I smiled to myself. That was when I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see that gorgeous, familiar smile.

"Aw, let me in on the joke too will you," said Gio playfully, his deep voice sending excitement coursing through me. "I thought I'd never see you again. Am I allowed to hug you?"

"Hey!" I said breathlessly. I was caught completely off-guard.

He was wearing the same worn out jeans I last saw him in but this time his flannel shirt was blue. I stood up and he immediately scooped me up into a tight embrace. I could feel every ridge of his muscled chest against mine and his stubble grazed my neck, sending a warm shudder through me. Man he felt good. 

I let go rather reluctantly and motioned for him to sit down. I couldn't help but admire how handsome he was again. His skin had a wonderful bronze hue to it and his hair was buzzed short again. He'd let his beard grow out all scruffy, which turned me on to no end and his shoulders were positively bulging against his clothes.

"So how are you?" he asked cheerfully. "You look beautiful, by the way."

His words made me shy but they also made my stomach flutter, so I chose to look at my drink instead.

"I'm good, thank you," I replied eventually. "How have you been?"

He shrugged his shoulders and beckoned a waiter to order a cappuccino to go.

"Oh, you know. Just trying to get back on my feet. It's going okay so far. I can finally afford to pay my own rent now, which is great. I hate depending on people."

"That's great," I said sincerely, glad that things were working out for him. "What are you doing at the moment?"

"My uncle managed to organise a job for me at a construction site. Hence the fancy garb," he said, gesturing at his clothes. I was glad I had an excuse to roam my eyes over his body again.

"And you?"

It took me a moment to realise that he was talking to me.

"Sorry, what?" I asked.

He chuckled softly and shook his head.

"I was asking about you. You never told me what you do."

"Oh! I work at an engineering firm. But I'm a junior so I'm basically just a glorified clerk."

"Oh my goodness, that's fantastic!" he exclaimed. "Smart and pretty. Is there anything you can't do?" Gio asked, winking at me.

I snorted out a laugh. "You'd be surprised."

We were interrupted by the waiter bringing Gio his cappuccino and I felt his leg graze mine underneath the table. At first, I thought it was an accident but he didn't move it. The warmth of his thigh felt good against mine and I started to feel a tingle in my belly. Gio was looking innocently back at me but I knew exactly what he was doing. I would've been lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

"Angie?"

I don't remember telling him that he could call me that but the endearment rolled off his tongue like he'd been using it for years. It just felt right when he said it. I wanted him to say it again.

"Yes?" I said softly, my throat suddenly feeling very dry.

"What made you come and see me? It's been weeks. I mean, I'm happy to see you, I was just wondering what made you decide I was worth a go?"

It was my turn to shrug my shoulders.

"I really don't know," I mumbled.

"Yes you do," he said, leaning in and pressing his leg closer to mine. My heart began to race. The effect he had on me was ridiculous.

"I...I just thought you'd be cool to hang out with. That's all."

"That's all? So you aren't curious about how I became a felon to begin with?"

His response caught me off guard and I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Angie, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just want to be upfront with you. I know you're scared because of my past and all that but I'm going to be honest here. I like you and I'll tell you anything you need to know if that will make you feel better. It's time I took responsibility for the shit I did and I hope you don't think badly of me because of it because I really want to see you again."

"You do?" 

"Yeah, like I said. I like you. I think you like me too."

I smiled, shy, and looked away again.

"See. You totally like me! But listen, I have to get to work. So, what I'm going to do is ask you on an official date. How does tomorrow evening at eight sound?"

Well, this is it, I thought. He's actually asking me out. For the first time in my life I was being asked out on a date. I could barely believe it.

"It sounds good," I said, grinning widely.

He returned my smile, showing off a set of completely straight teeth. I noticed how endearing I found his laugh lines. They added friendliness to his face that just made me feel at ease. Good grief, what was happening to me?

"Can I have your number? So we can sort out the details."

I wrote my number on a napkin and handed it to him. He stood up to leave and I wished he could stay longer.

"So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then! I swear I won't look this scruffy," said Gio.

"You look just fine to me," I said bashfully.

"Thank you, Angie. Have a good day."

Before I could protest, he leaned in and kissed my forehead before winking at me and walking away. I took the opportunity to admire his tight ass in his work jeans. The way they fit was absolutely sinful. Shit, I thought to myself. I was in trouble.



Angie and Gio Ch. 03



Well, shit, I thought to myself. What the hell do people even do on dates? I think I was more nervous than excited at the prospect of spending a whole evening alone with Gio. Stacey was away with Alan so I had nobody to vent to or ask for fashion advice for that matter. I'd never been on a date in my life. I was worrying about what to wear when Gio sent me a message saying that he'd be free the whole day so he thought we should go to the botanical gardens and have a picnic instead. Even though I loved picnics, I thought it was a pretty intimate thing to do on a first date. I wondered if we'd have anything to talk about and I wondered what it all meant.

I still wasn't really sure what was happening between us but I did know that I liked him. I really liked him. But I still had a few questions for him before I could allow myself to be all in. Relationships were messy things that I'd managed to avoid for my whole life but now I'd suddenly been thrown into one with somebody I hadn't expected at all. After all this time of being rejected by people that I liked, I'd never really given much thought to being with a guy. 

I grew up with no self-confidence at all and feeling so insecure that it hurt. I'd been overweight for as far back as I could remember and I'd spent my whole life hating myself. Looking in the mirror made me want to cry every day and people's relentless comments ate away at me. All I could do was sit for hours in the library and study myself out of the hell-hole my parent's lives had pushed me into. 

For the longest time, I always thought that there was something the matter with me and occasionally still I did but then one day I figured that I probably just wasn't ready to bring somebody else into my life yet. I still had too much work to do on myself before I could make space for anybody else in my heart. It had taken my whole life but I was finally at the point where I was slowly accepting myself the way that I was and developing a confidence I'd always been lacking.

My life as an engineer was so busy anyways. I didn't have time to try and squeeze a guy in with all the drama it would bring into my life. I'd even forgotten what it felt like to like somebody. The butterflies I felt when I thought of Gio and all his manliness were foreign to me. I was fighting the attraction I felt towards him because I didn't want it to grow too quickly but even I knew that I was lying to myself. I would just have to see how things went.

I opted for a light pink, chiffon dress that came to just above my knees. It was one of my favourite dresses because it made me feel truly pretty. The fabric was wonderfully light and the neckline showed just enough cleavage for me to still look classy. I'd washed and conditioned my hair so that I could get the curls under control and decided to leave it loose. I hadn't left my hair down in a long time so I was actually very surprised to see how long it had become. I kept it in place with a white ribbon and finished my look off with white pumps. I quickly made Gio and I some lunch before I heard a knock at my door.

"Coming!" I shouted, as I hurried from the kitchen.

I opened the door and the sight that met my eyes almost had me swooning. Gio was dressed in a simple green t-shirt that made his eyes more piercing than ever and dark blue jeans. I don't know how he did it but he always seemed to find pants with a sensationally good fit and the bulge at the front of his pants seemed to be calling out to me.

"Hey, my eyes are up here!"

"Huh? Oh!" I said, blushing. 

I hadn't realised that I'd been staring so openly at him. He chuckled and leaned in to give me a hug. Once again, I was enveloped in those powerful arms of his and pressed tightly against his chest. His hands rested dangerously close to my ass and to be honest, I wouldn't have minded if they'd gone a bit lower.

"It's okay. How are you?" he asked, letting go of me.

"I'm great thanks," I replied, smoothing my dress down and trying to catch my breath

.

"That colour looks so beautiful on you," he said with a sincerity that made me blush again.

It was his turn to appraise me and he made no effort to hide the fact that he was admiring my body in my dress. He may as well have been looking at me naked.

"Sorry for changing plans on you so suddenly," he continued. "It's just a really beautiful day today and I thought it would've been a real shame to waste it."

I saw him look past me towards the picnic basket I'd packed and he smiled.

"You really didn't have to make us food you know. I've already done that."

"What?" I asked.

"Like I mean I cooked us lunch. It's in the car."

"You can cook?" I asked him, surprised.

"Well I hope so. It's been a while. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy it. It comes with being Italian! Come on, let's go."

*****

She still wasn't completely comfortable around me, I could tell. I'd been watching her for most of the afternoon and she kept self-consciously adjusting her dress and glancing at me every now and again. I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do to make her believe that I really meant no harm. While I was thinking of something good to say, I settled for just watching her. Angie really was beautiful. The pink of the dress she was wearing complemented her skin and I'd been watching the hem ride up higher and higher, exposing more of her soft thighs. I was tempted to touch them but decided against it. Eventually, I decided to beckon her towards me.

"Come here," I said to Angie.

"Sorry?" she said, her mouth full of cheese and crackers. It made me smile.

I leaned back against the tree we were sitting next to and made a gap for her between my legs

"Come here," I said again.

She looked at me hesitantly and nervously looked around to see if there was anybody nearby. I could hear a few kids laughing in the background but they weren't even in sight.

"I swear I don't bite," I told her, smiling as warmly as I could.

Eventually, she moved towards me and settled herself against my chest. It was the best thing I'd felt in a long time and I brushed a stray strand of her from her forehead.

"What's the matter?" I asked softly, looking down at her face.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been looking around like a caged animal the whole afternoon. I thought we were here to have a good time."

There were a few moments of silence before she sighed heavily.

"I don't know, I think I'm just a bit confused. It kind of feels like things are moving a bit quickly. I like you it's just that..."

"What?" I coaxed.

"I've never been with a guy before," she said quietly.

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Like, I've never dated anybody before. I mean my first kiss was the other night in the McDonald's."

"Really?" I asked. I was very surprised that I'd been her first kiss. If I'd known, I definitely would've made it better than it had been.

"Yeah, really. So I don't know what I'm doing. Sorry if I'm acting a bit weird."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Thanks for telling me, I was starting to think I did something."

"Gio?" Angie asked suddenly

"Yeah?"

"Please tell me more about yourself."

I knew that it was her way of subtly asking me to tell her how and why my life had turned out the way it had and I was glad to tell her if it made her more comfortable with me. Angie was something special and I had no intention of screwing things up with her. I launched into the story about my family, what they did and the fucked up relationship I had with my dad. I told her about how I hung out with the wrong people in school because I didn't want to be associated with my father and how I ended up joining a gang as a result. I had to rob a jewellery store at gunpoint as my initiation and I got caught. That was it. It was just a long list of very stupid decisions on my part.

"Even though I was trying to get away from my dad, all that shit I was doing wasn't really me. It was so difficult but I couldn't afford to show any weakness so I just did whatever they told me. They knew I had money and they knew what my dad does so they had leverage over me. Once I was in, I didn't really have a choice. I think I'm actually a pretty alright person. The time in prison just gave me a chance to discover that again. All that shit is behind me now. I just really want you do to see that. Anything else you want to know?"

"Nah that's okay. Thank you for telling me."

"Anything for you," I mumbled.

*****

Things went pretty smoothly after that. I could see that Angie felt way more comfortable around me and that, for some reason, made me very happy. She didn't flinch as much when I touched her, she smiled more openly at me and she even kissed me a few times. Angie was waking up parts of me that had been sleeping for a very, very long time.

More than once during the day, I found myself having to try my best to hide my hard on. Even though I was pretty upfront about how I felt about her, I could understand why she was so hesitant for things to move along as quickly as they were. I also thought my feelings were running away with me. One moment I was busy trying to get back on my feet after eight years in jail, and the next I was falling for the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life. I couldn't stop it if even if I wanted to. 

It was like plummeting into this blissful abyss with nothing to hold on to. I'd never expected something so...normal to happen so soon after my release. I'd been ready to struggle through the long process of getting the people I knew and didn't know to trust me again. I'd been expecting to be an outcast, somebody that everybody hated just because of where I'd been. I definitely hadn't expected somebody to just accept me with open arms the way she had. It almost seemed too good to be true. 

I had to admit, I was disappointed when we arrived at Angie's apartment block. It was late but luckily I had the next day off as well, so I could afford a late night out, I thought hopefully. I'd already planned on taking it slow with her, just because she wasn't anything like anybody else I'd ever met but knowing that she was a virgin...I hoped I wouldn't scare her away. I knew she wanted me but I wasn't sure how to move things along without freaking her out because I wanted her and I wanted her bad. 

"Do you want to come in?" Angie asked suddenly.

I hesitated. I didn't know how long my self-restraint would hold up in her apartment.

"Just for a few minutes," she prodded, seeing the look on my face.

Against my better judgement, I agreed. I couldn't resist looking up her skirt as we walked up the stairs and the sight of her full, panty-clad ass had me hard again. I hoped it really was only going to be a few minutes. I couldn't stand being around her and not being able to able to do all the things I wanted to her. 

Since I'd met her, I'd been curious to know what her body felt like. Not just the innocent hugs and cuddles we'd been sharing but what her body properly felt like without any clothes on. I'd never been with a bigger girl and the softness of her already drove me mad whenever she'd lean against me. I wanted to see it. All of it. 

Her place was fucking amazing. It looked like something out of a décor magazine. She really was doing well for herself, I thought. It made me appreciate her even more. I knew she must have worked hard to get where she was.

"I can give you a tour if you like," said Angie. She'd noticed me looking around. "Of my place, I mean," she added awkwardly. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Whatever you want Angie. This is your place."

"Please sit. I'll go get us something to drink. Is juice okay?"

"Juice is perfect," I replied, settling myself into one of her couches. 

I was surprised when she came back and pushed me back slightly so that she could lie against me like we'd done at the park. If she moved even the slightest bit closer, she'd definitely feel my hard on. I tried to shift my hips away but she just burrowed closer to me. I took this as an invitation to wrap an arm around her, and sure enough she didn't resist. Her ass was firmly pressed against my dick and every time she moved it would send shocks through me.

"Is this okay?" asked Angie.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

I tried to think of something else, anything to stop the crazy thoughts I was having of just flipping her over and taking her right on the couch. I was actually starting to sweat.

"You haven't told me about yourself," I finally managed. My throat felt very dry so I reached for my orange juice and took a huge gulp. I felt like I was taking the hardest test of my life.

She shrugged again.

"There isn't much to tell, Gio. My dad's a thug and all I know about my mom is that she was a drug addict. Then I happened and child services shipped me off. I stayed at a few different foster homes. Some were really shitty but I got by. I mean, it could've been much worse. I really liked to study and read. It was the only way I could get away from everything. Eventually I managed to get a scholarship to study engineering and now here I am."

I took my chances and gently placed a hand on her leg. She didn't say anything so I gently ran my hand higher up to her thigh. I'd been aching to feel it all day and it didn't disappoint. Her skin was smooth and soft and getting me harder by the second. I don't know if she felt me growing against her but she gently pushed her butt against me. I stifled a groan. My jeans were starting to feel uncomfortably tight. 

"And you never met anybody special? No flings or anything?"

I wanted to make sure. I couldn't explain why but knowing that I was the first person to touch her sent a weird thrill through me. Angie shook her head.

"There was this one guy that I liked but nothing ever happened there. He dated my best friend instead. That wasn't fun but hey, what can you do? That's life for you."

"What a dick move," I said, watching her face as I moved my hand higher.

"Tell me about it."

She suddenly gasped when my hand grazed the cotton of her panties. I don't think she's realised how far I'd gone. I made to pull my hand away but she grabbed it and held it in place. She also slowly began to grind her ass against my dick. It was too much. I stopped her and moved so that we could both sit up.

"Did I do something wrong? Didn't you like that?" she asked quickly.

"No you didn't! And yeah, I did. Too much." 

I sighed, trying to figure out how to say what was on my mind.

"You have to tell me what you want, Angie. I don't want to take advantage of you. This will go as fast or as slowly as you want it to. So, what do you want?"

*****

The simple answer to that question was that I wanted him to fuck me. That is what my body was telling me. I wanted Gio to do me within an inch of my life. As much as I wanted him, in the back of my mind I kept thinking of how fast things were going. But I trusted him and it felt so good when he touched me. Nobody had ever touched me that way before and it made me dizzy with desire. I felt how hard he was when I'd been lying against him and I'd just been doing what I naturally thought he's like when I ground into him. I'd heard his breath quicken and felt his hips move along with me so I knew that he enjoyed it. I'd been teetering on the edge ever since I'd met this man and now I was on the verge going over.

"I..." I started. "Shit."

I blushed and looked away. I couldn't even tell him what I wanted him to do to me. I felt out of my depth. I'd never been wanted by somebody and I just never thought I'd find myself in the position of actually having to say how I wanted to be touched. I wanted him to touch me though. I'd never wanted anything so badly in my life. I swallowed and tried again.

"I want you to...you know. Touch me like you were doing now. I just don't think I can...um...go all the way yet."

Gio nodded and smiled at me. He looked a little relieved.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "We don't have to do this right now, you know. If you need more time to –"

"No," I interrupted.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I mean...I don't want to wait. I'm okay."

He slowly leaned in to kiss me but I met him halfway. Before I knew what I was doing, I was devouring his mouth in the most intense kiss we'd ever shared. It seemed to go on forever until he pulled back and looked right into my eyes. His green eyes were dark with desire and all the kindness was gone. I caught a glimpse of the danger lurking beneath the surface. He grabbed me around the waist and swiftly pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. I squealed at how easily he lifted me up and he smirked at me.

"You okay?" he asked.

I nodded. I felt a bit uncomfortable with my legs open like that and I worried that I was too heavy seated on top of him. He quickly captured my lips again but this time it was less controlled and more feral. I thought I wanted him to be gentle but this rougher side of him turned me on more.

I shivered as he slowly ran his rough hands up and down my arms. 

I didn't know why I was so sensitive to his touch but the feeling of his hands on me had my heart racing. Gio slowly moved his hands up my back and behind my head as he kissed me along my jawline, down my neck and right up to my collar bone. He grazed my skin with his teeth and I gasped as I felt goose bumps erupt on my skin. 

His hands found their way down my back again and to my ass. I don't know why but I was losing my inhibitions now and I found myself leering at him as he massaged my behind with his big hands. I involuntarily began to move my hips again and I was suddenly aware of how wet I'd become in my underwear. Initially, it had been from him touching me and kissing me so forcefully but now it was because I could feel his cock right against my most private area. It was only a few layers of fabric away.

"You're a real tease, you know that?" said Gio, barely able to keep his eyes open.

"I know," I replied, biting my lip. 

I'd never felt so powerful in my life, knowing that I had him so wound up. I carefully slipped my hands under the hem of his t-shirt so that I could feel his skin too. I could feel his tight abs flexing beneath my fingers and a thin layer of moisture was already building up on his skin. Gio pulled it over his head, exposing his chiseled chest to me. I'd never seen him shirtless before and my goodness, the sight of him made me breathless. 

His pecs were large, defined and powerful. They were covered in bright, colourful tattoos that were a combination of mythical creatures and ancient-looking symbols. Gio literally looked like a work of art to me. There was a dragon tattooed onto his perfect abs and the tail curled around his side, down to his back and stopped just before his ass. 

"I like these," I whispered, tracing the drawings with my fingers.

"Is that all you like?"

His gorgeous, bronze arms were muscular and huge, just like the rest of him. There was a light dusting of dark hair on his chest that condensed into a treasure trail that disappeared enticingly into the waist of his jeans.

"No," I smiled. "I like this too."

I traced it down with the tip of my finger and jumped slightly as I unexpectedly felt his cock twitch under me.

"I think you'll definitely like that too," he said, bucking his hips for emphasis.

"Ah!" I gasped, feeling his dick graze against me.

He leaned forward to kiss me again while he gently maneuvered my dress off me. I suddenly felt very naked in my lace bra and panties and I instinctively brought up my arms to cover myself, the magic of the moment slightly gone

.

"Wait," he said, nudging me off momentarily as he undid his jeans and yanked them off. "Do you feel better now?"

He was left in just a black pair of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the substantial bulge beneath them. His powerful, hairy thighs rested beneath mine as we locked eyes. There was something very intimate about the moment and I felt more at ease than I had in a long time. The way Gio was looking at me absorbed me and I was reminded of the first time I'd seen him. Those large, expressive eyes of his made me feel sexy but for some reason, they also made me feel safe. In that moment, I decided that I wanted everything that he could give me.




Angie and Gio Ch. 03



*****

"What is it?" I asked her. 

Angie looked like she was deep in thought and I wondered if she was getting cold feet. I felt my erection flag slightly at the thought of her not enjoying herself.

"I want to do it," she said softly.

"Do what?"

I wanted to make sure that I understood her right.

"I want to go all the way with you," said Angie confidently.

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

I also hadn't been with anybody in a while so it was like a whole new experience for me too.

"Yes," she said firmly. "I have protection in my room. Stacey's idea," she added when she saw the surprised look on my face.

"Stacey's idea?"

She nodded shyly.

"I still don't know about this," I said.

I suddenly felt like I was back in high school and having sex for the first time. One moment Angie wasn't ready to go all the way and the next she was. I didn't want her to regret her choice later down the line. I didn't think I'd be able to forgive myself if I made her do something she wasn't prepared for. She mattered too much for that.

"Don't you want me?" she asked, looking slightly hurt.

"Of course I do! I just want you to be sure it's what you want. Plus, I haven't had sex in eight years," I added with a laugh. 

I was definitely more nervous than I was letting on. The fact that she was a virgin just added more pressure for me to make it as good for her as possible but damn me if I wasn't getting harder just looking at her. I took in the sexy, lacy bra and panty set that she was wearing, or barely wearing rather. The material was almost completely transparent and I could just make out the outline of her dark, hardened nipples through the fabric. 

I could see the faint remains of stretch marks on her full breasts and her belly stuck out at me. I leaned forward again to kiss her but this time it was slow and purposeful. As difficult as it was, I definitely didn't want to rush. I was enjoying myself too much. Besides, I wanted to make sure that she didn't forget tonight in a hurry.

I took one of her breasts in my hand and gently kneaded the soft flesh as I felt her start to move against me again. She quickly got off my lap and pulled me by the hand to her room. My heart was well and truly racing at the sight of her ample ass, barely covered in black lace. Angie climbed on the bed and I followed. She'd barely settled back against the pillows before I began my assault on her lips again. I gently coaxed her mouth open so I could taste every bit of her, and boy did she taste good. 

The sweetness of her lips and her quiet moans only served to rile me up even more. I pulled back for the slightest moment just to look at her. Her curly hair was beginning to frizz wonderfully, her cheeks were dark and flushed and her huge doe eyes were looking at me expectantly. Her luscious lips were slightly parted as her chest heaved slightly

"Angie, you are so fucking beautiful. I don't think you understand."

Her chocolate brown skin was unbelievably flawless and I loved the extra fat on her body. It made me think of how I could give it to her as hard as I liked when the time came. I loved the contrast of her dark skin against mine and I was determined to make love to Angie like nobody else.

*****

I didn't have time to respond before Gio's hands reached behind me to unclasp my bra. He dove at my breasts with his mouth before I could feel self-conscious and I heard myself make a whimpering noise. I desperately grasped his head with both hands, needing something to hold on to. His warm, wet tongue on my nipple was driving me crazy. I felt myself get wetter and wetter as he sucked and nibbled on each one in turn. In my haze I could vaguely feel one of his hands wander from my ass to my thigh. He roughly grabbed a handful of my flesh and it sent shocks through me. 

It felt like every bit of my skin that connected with his hands was wired straight to my pussy. I'd never been so turned on in my life. It was slowly becoming unbearable. He let go of my nipple with a soft popping noise before he began kissing my neck again. I moaned helplessly as he attacked the sensitive bit of flesh with that talented tongue of his. Gio gently pushed my thighs apart so he could settle himself more comfortably.

"It's okay," he breathed when he felt me tense up. "I won't hurt you. I promise."

His green eyes had never been more sincere and I did my best to relax. I admired his gorgeous back as he kissed his way down my stomach. He was going agonisingly slowly and I could see the sinews of his muscles move as he made his way down. 

"Nah uh," he said with a sexy smirk as I bucked my hips up towards his face. "This is too much fun."

"Who's the tease now?" I smiled.

"What can I say? I like to play with my food."

He languidly kissed my inner thighs, taking frustratingly long to reach the spot that would bring me the most pleasure. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tingle of his beard grazing the delicate skin there. I couldn't help the moans that were escaping my mouth; Gio was just too good. I covered my mouth to stop myself from making too much noise but he gently pulled my hand away.

"Don't. It's great for my ego," he smiled.

I was just about to give a witty remark when he tenderly kissed my pussy through my panties. I cried out and tightly gripped his bulging biceps at the intense pleasure of it. Nobody had ever touched me down there and what he was doing felt so good that I thought I was going to lose my mind. He tugged at the lace until I was completely exposed to him. For the first time in my life, I was naked in front of a man. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be and the admiration on Gio's face comforted me like nothing else. He pushed my legs slightly further apart and carefully licked me.

"Uh, oh my goodness!" I gasped. 

I could barely stand the pace he was going at. I needed more. I tried to move my hips closer but he gently pushed me down and buried his mouth deeper into my nether regions. My head spun as he sucked, licked and nibbled at my pussy. His powerful tongue grazed over my clit and that made me whimper uncontrollably again. 

He did this over and over until I was almost crying with pleasure. Gio slowly pushed one of his fingers into me and I barely even felt it because I was so wet. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if my neighbours could hear all the noise I was making but I was too far gone to care about anything except what Gio was doing to me. 

"More," I managed to whisper as I wantonly drove my hips against his finger. 

It wasn't nearly enough and even when he added a second finger, all it did was tease me. I'd always thought the penetration would hurt or sting but all I felt was a pleasurable pressure that did nothing to douse the fire that was burning within me.

"What was that?" asked Gio innocently as he gently worked his fingers in and out of me. 

He was hovering over me and bracing himself up with one arm while he worked magic with the other. His hard, decorated body was glistening slightly with sweat and he was breathing almost as heavily as I was. His green gaze was so hard and intense; it felt like he was fucking me with it. We locked eyes and I felt my arousal intensify. Every now and again his thumb would brush against my clit and send powerful waves of pleasure all through my body. 

If I'd known that sex could be this good I would've tried it a long time ago, I thought to myself. He'd been building a steady rhythm and to my disbelief, I started to feel a familiar tingle in my belly. My breathing was quickening and becoming more laboured. Gio sensed what he was doing to me and abruptly pulled his fingers out of me.

"See, we can't be having any of that, now can we?" he told me, his eyes full of mischief. "I've only just started!"

I watched him pull down his briefs and reveled in all his naked glory. The only dicks I'd seen were the ones in porn but the only way I could describe his was just plain beautiful. It wasn't obscenely large but it definitely wasn't small either. He was thick and about 7 inches long. I could see the veins running just beneath the thin skin and it was an angry shade of pink, affirming how aroused he was. His uncircumcised penis stood up proudly from a neatly trimmed bush of fine, dark brown hair and his balls were large and heavy-looking. It was already glistening with pre-cum and more oozed out as I watched him. Admittedly, the thought of having all of that inside of me made me a bit nervous and his size sobered me up a little.

"I could sit here all night if you just want to keep looking," he joked.

"And leave me hanging? You're the worst lover ever!" I complained playfully.

"Oh, so I'm your lover now?" he growled as he leaned in to kiss my lips again. "I like that."

His smile lit up his face and I couldn't help but admire his laugh lines again. God damn this man was gorgeous. I pecked him gently on the lips before I leaned over to grab a condom from the drawer in my bedside table. He was about to rip it open when I stopped his hand. 

For some strange reason I was feeling very adventurous and I reached between us to grasp his penis. He sighed quietly and bit back a groan as I carefully moved my hand up and down. The skin was surprisingly soft and I couldn't believe that I was actually pleasuring a guy. I never thought I'd have it in me but watching Gio's eyes flutter shut and feeling his hips move along gently with my hand was doing indescribable things to me. I could feel every ridge and vein beneath my fingers and he quickly became slick with pre-cum as I sped up my motion. He sighed softly again and buried his face in the pillow beside my head before gently pulling my hand away. He kissed my collar bone and shakily knelt between my legs.

"I'll say it again, you're such a tease." 

"Hey, I wasn't planning on stopping!"

"Well, if I didn't make you, this party would be very over right now."

I lay back and bit my lip in anticipation as I watched him roll the condom on. As he moved closer to me on the bed, my heart well and truly began to race. I had to focus very hard on trying to relax because I knew that the tenser I was, the more uncomfortable it would be. Gio softly caressed me as he buried his face in my chest. I could feel his hardness rubbing against my pussy and I involuntarily tensed up.

"It's alright," he whispered, slowly running a hand up and down my arm. "Just relax..."

He lazily licked at my nipples again as he brushed the tip along my clit over and over again. I felt it go lower until he slowly guided himself into me. The initial tension I felt was gradually dissipating but the pressure I felt as he pushed inside of me was still uncomfortable. I heard his breath catch in his throat and felt goose bumps pop up on his skin as he inched in. I guess all the foreplay helped because before I knew it, I felt his pelvis right up against mine. He was all the way in. 

"Angie?" he asked, sounding very breathless. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm good," I managed.

I opened my eyes to see him gazing down at me with a pained expression on his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He just nodded. Gio rested his face in my neck again and began to softly suck on the skin. I felt my eyes flutter shut and I reached up to place my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart thumping away beneath my fingers and that somehow made me feel closer to him. His hips began to move and his hands traveled from my thighs, all the way round to my back where they finally stopped at my ass. The discomfort I'd been feeling before morphed into pleasure. Gio was holding me flush against his body as he gently thrust into me.

Again, I couldn't help the moans and whimpers that came from my mouth and I heard him quietly groan my name. The friction between our bodies was glorious and I began to move my hips in time with his. It felt good but it wasn't enough. I wasn't sure how to communicate this to him so I just pushed myself closer to him. He moved a little faster and the room filled with the sound of his flesh smacking against mine.

"Oh...shit...," I murmured, grabbing a handful of the covers beneath me.

"Can you take it harder?" Gio, panted into my ear.

I nodded frantically and he abruptly pulled out of me. I was disappointed until he quickly positioned himself on his knees and roughly pushed my legs further apart. He hooked them behind his body and swiftly slid right back into me. This time, he didn't hold back. Gio dug his hands firmly into my thighs and rhythmically plunged into me again and again. Through the haze, I could vaguely hear him panting with the exertion.

"Look at me," he demanded.

With some effort, I managed to open my eyes. Gio's face looked primal and dangerous. The visual of him moving in and out of me was almost too much to take.

"You like it like that baby?" he growled, his face still fierce and animalistic.

It was like he'd transformed into a different person. I wanted to speak but every thrust knocked the wind right out of me. I didn't trust my voice so all I did was nod. I can't describe how good he felt inside me. His thick rod had me stretched out as far as I'd ever been and I felt close to delirium. I never thought I'd enjoy sex, let alone rough sex, this much. He paused for a moment to change his angle and place one hand on my belly and I cried out again as he continued to hammer into me. He was reaching spots inside me that I didn't even know existed. Every now and again, he'd slow down and change his rhythm, torturing me with his glacial pace. I felt him rotate his hips in a way that I didn't even know was possible and every time he bottomed out, he'd pause to look at my face and smile smugly at me.

Gio moved faster and faster and I could feel the tingling in my belly again. Except this time it wasn't just in my belly. It was all over my body and I could tell that it was going to be the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I moaned helplessly as I tried to get a breath into my lungs. My world was spinning in the most blissful way imaginable.

"Gio..." I whimpered. "Please..."

"Please what, babe?" he panted, not looking away from me for one moment.

"I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

I couldn't even finish my sentence. The tingling grew stronger and stronger as Gio picked up the pace. I felt the bed move beneath us and the headboard gently tap against the wall behind me. By his movements I could feel that he was also close but I knew he was trying to get me there first. He suddenly leaned back down and wrapped his arms completely around me, mashing my breasts against his chest. He was drenched in sweat and I could hear him moaning into my ear.

"Angie," he breathed. "I can't hold back anymore..."

I didn't need him to. Before I knew it, I was there. I cried out as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt in my life ploughed through me. I was seeing stars. I felt my pussy tighten around Gio and my whole body spasmed uncontrollably as my fingers dug into his back. My legs tightened around his body as I tried to ride the wave without passing out. Wave after wave of ridiculously powerful pleasure flowed through my body. It felt like it wasn't going to stop. All I could do was cry out his name until it subsided. After what felt like ages, I slowly felt myself coming down. 

Gio's movements were becoming more erratic and I rubbed my hands all over his body to help him over the edge. He groaned loudly before his own jerks of pleasure began. He tightly gripped the pillows on either side of my head tightly as he came. Even in the midst of my own waning orgasm, I had to admire how hot he was when he came. His gorgeous face was contorted into an expression of unbearable pleasure and the cords in his neck stood out, angry and powerful like the rest of him.

His movements lost strength until he gradually stopped. He was still inside me and to be honest, I still felt like I was going to come again; I was that sensitive. Sure enough, as he was pulling out, I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me. Much weaker than the first but enough for me to cry out again. I felt his lips peck gently all over my body; my lips, neck, breasts, stomach, thighs... I opened my eyes to see him smiling up at me, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Am I still the worst lover in the world?"

"Fuck you," I giggled.

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong but I think I just did."

"So cocky," I smiled, poking him playfully with my foot.

"And don't you know it!"

He quickly got up to get rid of the condom in the bathroom and I got up to pull the covers back. I felt his arms wrap around me, his chest and flaccid dick pressed against my back. I wanted to stay like that but my legs were too shaky so I guided him back to bed. He held me tightly against his body. It was the best feeling in the world. I felt like I was floating high up in the clouds somewhere.

"Mmm...Please tell me you enjoyed that as much as I did," he said softly. 

His voice was all scratchy and sexy and one of his hands roamed slowly over my side. I turned to look at him.

"I did," I said simply. 

I just couldn't think of anything else to say. I hoped that he could see everything I was struggling to put into words in my eyes. Gio smiled and kissed me softly.

"Good," he whispered.

I snuggled closer to him, wondering how I ever managed to get so lucky.