He forced the zipper the rest of the way down, still watching her intently, making Brianna very aware of the spaghetti-strap nightgown she wore. The way his gaze ran over her body had her realizing the city lights behind her caused the thin blue material to be see-through. He stopped and stared at the V of her nightgown, unapologetically eyeing her tits.
“Scared?”
Brianna’s nipples had tightened, and Tino noticed because he missed nothing. She folded her arms over her chest and shifted where she stood.
“Yes. A little,” she admitted and looked toward the closed door to Carina’s room. “Aren’t you?”
“Nope.” Tino pushed his jeans down to prove his point, exposing a pair of tight blue designer briefs that made him look like an underwear model.
Brianna knew he was big, but seeing the way his cock filled out those briefs, curving to the left and nearly pushing past the waistband, had her gripping at her grandmother’s cross around her neck simply because she needed to do something with her hands.
He actually went so far as to kick off his jeans and push the blanket to the floor, leaving himself vulnerable to Carina or Paco walking out. More so, putting himself on display for Brianna, and she couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you embarrassed?”
He cupped himself again. “Do I look like I have something to be embarrassed about?”
“No.” Brianna shook her head. “It’s just something so”—she shrugged—“intimate. Private. I think it’d be hard to let someone watch.”
“Are you joking?” Tino raised his eyebrows again. “Lola told me you were there when she sold me out to Nova.” He narrowed his gaze at her. “I know you know.”
Brianna shifted uncomfortably again, because they never talked about his past or what she knew about it. “She was discreet. She didn’t give us details.”
“Now I’m giving you details.” He stroked himself through his underwear, from the base up, forcing her to see how thick he was even if it was still hidden. “You wanna see why they paid so much? You want me to sell it?”
“Maybe this isn’t healthy for you.” She nearly choked as she said it, but she couldn’t ignore it. As taboo as this all felt to her, it hit her all of a sudden that this was sex to Tino. It was the only way he knew how to do it. “You don’t have to sell it. I’m already sold, Tino.”
“Oh yeah?” He completely ignored everything else. “How are you gonna pay me for it?”
“What do you want?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“Do you get yourself off?” His voice caught, like just saying it did something to him. “You’re fucking ripe. No boyfriend. You gotta get yourself off.”
She gasped, not just at his words, but the way he pushed his underwear down, forcing his cock to spring free. It was cut, smooth, with very little hair at the base. When he fisted it, the head flared, and seeing Tino’s hand wrapped around it just made it seem bigger.
She grabbed her grandmother’s cross again, sliding it along the chain to keep herself from reaching out and touching him. A white-hot sheen of lust washed over her, and she had to bite her lip to catch the moan that wanted to slip out.
“Tell me, Brianna. You’re supposed to be paying for it.” Tino’s voice was hard again, demanding. “That’s how this works.”
Honestly, for a long second, Brianna didn’t remember what he was talking about, but then he stroked himself, and the surge of desire made her so wet with need it was impossible to forget.
“Yes,” she admitted, wanting to do it right now, because she didn’t think she’d ever been more sexually pent-up than she was at the moment. “I, um…” She shrugged again. “I get myself off.”
“How often?” He was staring at her, as if he expected a lie and planned to call her on it.
Brianna decided against lying. “A couple times a day.”
Tino turned his head and moaned, showing off the strong-corded muscles of his neck as he moved his hand up the thick line of his dick. He rubbed his thumb over the head, making it shiny and slick.
He looked gorgeous, wearing moonlight, with the glimmer of the city casting shadows over the living room. This wasn’t an act Brianna had considered particularly sexy before now. She’d never fantasized about Tino jerking off, but there was something so raw about his pleasure, so exposed and honest.
Life had been unbelievably cruel to him, and seeing it did something to Brianna. Something deeper than the blinding thrill that came from watching him do this for her, perform for her; it was deeper than that. If hearing one little, forbidden confession of hers made him that hot, she wanted to tell him anything he wanted to hear.
“Sometimes, at night, if I know everyone’s sleeping, I get naked. Just strip down to nothing, and I do it all night.” Brianna’s voice was breathy as she admitted it, and it had her cheeks hot because it was an extremely private thing to confess, but seeing the way Tino’s hand moved faster, with strong, firm strokes made her want to lay herself completely bare to him. “I do it for hours. Until I’m sweaty and exhausted, and I know I should go to sleep, but I always end up doing it one more time and another until I’m sore the next day.”
“Cazzo.” Tino grunted and looked back to her. His eyes were so dilated with passion they looked near black. “Tell me how you do it? Do you use something or—”