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Vito found himself at Joe's residence, Joe absent, as well as his keys and wallet. Where had he gone? More importantly, when did he leave? He sat up on the couch Joe lended as a bed and looked around the empty kitchen, the lights out and the snowy moon shining through the wide, open window. He walked to it, clad in his nighttime attire: a tank top, and boxers that Joe had jokingly bought for him--they were too short, they kept riding, not to mention countless wedgies. With chattering teeth, he closed it, shivering as the wind blew inside. He sighed as he walked to the doorframe, peeking out into the golden hallway, seeing nobody. He wondered where the owner was, confused about why he had left him in the spacious apartment.
The air carried a cold, crispness to it, the house so silent, the twenty-eight-year-old could hear himself blink. He walked the five paces To Joe's room when he heard a voice in front of him.
“Joe?” it asked, concerned, "is that you?"
The young man halted before he turned on the light to see Renae sitting up in his friend's bed, her baby-blue nightgown barely hiding her cute little shape. She looked at Vito, realizing her joe-bear wasn't at the door. She seemed a little disappointed. "Oh, Vito." She quipped, "what are you doing up?"
Vito tried not to stare into her puppy-like eyes that earned her the nickname 'Poodle'.
“Uh--I couldn't sleep.” he responded, “What about you?”
Renae shrugged as she placed a pillow into her lap, kneading it like some sort of cat. “I heard you walkin' around and thought you were my Jo-jo,” she answered before staring at him, obviously trying to figure out what to say. “I didn't even know you were still here," She spoke, "I thought y'all were gone!”
Vito hummed before he noticed a half-empty glass on the little table in front of him, clear ice floating in a caramel-brown fluid.
He watched the ice melt as it floated in the sweet concoction, brows furrowed in frustration. It was interesting to observe how the frozen water dissolved into the seltzer-syrup mixture, heartbreaking, even--almost as interesting as watching the hope and optimism dissolve from Vito's gaze when she gave that sleaze he called his best friend, all her tender love and care. It was almost devastating.
Maybe it was time to let go. Let go of all the dreams he had, all the "Joe really fucked up this time, maybe she'll leave him." Thoughts, hoping some holder of fate would mote it be. Before he knew it, the ice was already gone, leaving a clear layer above the drink. How disappointing, it made his heart ache.
Vito huffed and decided to put the pain aside.
“What time is it?” he asked.
Renae picked up the drink, sipping it before putting it down again; pursing her lips into a straight line before smacking them together.
“Midnight.” was her answer.
Vito's eyebrows jumped up to his forehead. Damn, had he been out for that long? Must have had a hell of a day.
“Where’s Joe?” he questioned, looking around again.
Renae stood up and put the pillow back onto the bed. “I think he went to 'work.' ,” she answered with a pout. “heard the phone ring a couple times before he got up and answered it.”
Vito leaned on the wall by the bed, humming with a nod. An understanding gesture.
He listened with a drop of sympathy as the beaut ended with,“then you came walkin' in and spooked me.”
Vito scratched his head, with a sigh. "Sorry, bout that.." he told her before looking in the direction of the kitchen.
"I'm gonna get a pastry, or somethin'" he told her, "you want anything?"
She shook her head and replied, “no thank you, I don't eat past nine.”
He chuckled. "Why not?" He asked, "Dieting reasons?"
She shook her head and replied, "I get stomach aches"
With that. Vito headed off into the kitchen, leaving Renae by her lonesome.
She looked at her now empty glass, sighing to herself as the ‘pop’ of the refrigerator’s magnet echoed throughout the house. Vito grabbed a can of hard seltzer before he looked to the twenty-four-year old woman, who appeared to be lost in her glass.
With a tired expression, Renae peeled her dark eyes away from the empty vessel. She smiled her warm, enticing smile and directed it to Vito.
All Vito did was smile back, blushing a little, envy bubbling up inside him, remembering that Joe got to see her smile every day.
“Hey Vito,” she began, “Mind getting me another coke?”
“Oh yeah, Sure!” he said before he walked over to the cabinet, reaching for a bottle of the dark soda, not hearing the sound of feet shuffling up behind him. He finally grabbed the bottle, his eyes growing wide when he felt dainty hands on his broad shoulders.
“You're such a handsome man, Vito~!” Renae cooed. “real smart too..”
Vito melted into the touch.
“Thanks, Poodle,” he chuckled, handing her the bottle of coke, "I get that a lot."
Renae let out an interested hum before she leaned into his ear and whispered, “my favorite combination…"
Vito quickly spun around as he leaned against the kitchen counter, his eyes scanning the woman in front of him. He blushed harder as he noticed how her satin nightgown hung off her shoulder, completely exposing part of her warm chest and her upper arm--her belt loosely tied at her waist. Her smile turned devilish, her hair was slightly undone and naturally kinky, without the bobby-pins to keep it in place.
“What's wrong, Vito?" She asked, her south-side accent thick, liquor to Vito’s ears.
Vito couldn't help but freeze as her arms came to wrap around his neck.
“Nothing, Ren, I--.” he replied, his eyes darting to her toffee skin, exposed by the silky garment barely hanging on to her body.
Renae placed the coke on the counter and stared him deep in the eyes.
“Admit it, Vito." She said smugly, "you want me to leave Joe,”.
Vito sighed as he became putty in the younger woman’s hands as she began to suck and bite at his neck.
He sank against the counter, groaning softly at the feeling, while crying out,“N-no..I know you love him!”
Renae pulled off of him, rolling her eyes. “I can see it in your eyes, boy” she confessed. “I always see you staring at me, getting an attitude whenever Joe's all over me.”
Vito was speechless--Renae spoke the truth. He parted his lips to offer a rebuttal, but he stayed silent.
She pulled him closer to her body, their noses meeting each other’s. Vito leaned into her face, hoping for a kiss--which he happily received. Vito sucked and bit, kissing the woman passionately as he sighed and whimpered, feeling heavy with emotion and desire. It drove him mad. He knew he couldn’t give Renae up. He wanted her so bad. He wanted to be hers. He hated how he felt like he had betrayed Joe, but it was too late for regrets.
Kiss after kiss, his worry started to wane. Soon, all that was left were questions. He almost wanted to ask. "Joe who?" When she stroked his face and called him pet names. Maybe ask, "who cares?" If she were to bring him up, drunk on her sweet lovin'. But still, he had to keep some of his loyalty. Without a warning, he pulled away and asked that important question:
"But what about Joe?"
Watching Renae's face flip and flop around in discomfort, Vito wanted to take it back and change the subject.
"He's still seeing his hoes." She told him, despite how disappointed she appeared to be, "I should've known you can't make no husband out of a hooligan."
Vito appeared sorry, and he truly was. He immediately grew angry at his best friend, for treating such a wonderful woman as if she were nothing at all.
He hummed in disappointment.
"I'm sorry." He replied softly.
He sank into her, feeling the air around them grow heavy. He swallowed her anger, grief, and obvious frustrations. He was truly sorry. He wished he could do more.
"It's okay." She said, "I should've seen it coming."
Vito sympathetically kissed her soft jawline, humming against it. “You're such a doll..,” he breathed, feeling up Renae's sides. “Joe doesn’t deserve you.”
Renae's chuckle was caught in a whimper as she stroked the man’s face. “Aw, Vito...”
With a smirk, Vito gave her a peck on the cheek, before he rubbed their noses together, kissing her on the mouth, biting the woman's lower lip when they pulled away. His face burned like a furnace as he tasted the remnants of cola on Renae's breath, whenever he tasted the regret on her tongue.
“Does Joe kiss you like that?…" he partially teased.
She smiled at his playfulness. "No sir~.." she replied in a sultry tone before going back to what they started.
Vito fell into a trance as Renae continued her seductive games, pleasing the young man, running a hand down his olive-toned chest, down to the thin boxers he had on--groping him through the cotton--chuckling as she heard Vito’s breath hitch.
"When’s the last time you got some lovin'on that dick of yours, Vito? ” she asked.
Vito raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He actually had to sit and think about it for a bit. "I dunno, July?" He responded.
It was November.
The answer forced the young lady to laugh. "Chile, that thing probably don't even work no more." She told him with a chuckle.
"I haven't had time." He responded, with a light blush. "Been busy."
"Mmhm. 'Busy'."She hummed in disbelief, punctuating her statement with a tug at Vito's waistband, hinting at what was to come.
“Jeez, Poodle.." whispered Vito with a groan as she groped and pawed at his manhood, "You do this sorta thing to Joe?" He asked.
Renae chuckled. "Worry about yourself, Vito." She told him, "forget Joe for a second."
Not another peep came from Vito. He listened to her words, erasing Joe Barbaro from his thoughts. Instead, he relished how tender she was being with him, as if this were his first time. He wondered how a pig could mistreat a swan so beautiful?
This was all he ever wanted, everything he ever thought of was happening as he stood there, letting the woman do what she pleased with his body. Soon enough, Vito's mind began to wander away from reality, his thoughts floating around in a labyrinth of lust and secret love; his hands creeping up Renae's back, his mouth latching onto her cheek, his back arching in bliss.
No matter how hard he tried to focus on her, his mind drifted back to its derogatory thoughts as their lips met each other time after time--Vito's body going warm, drunk on her sweet perfume and her caresses and kisses.
The effects of her saccharine charm were beginning to grow increasingly visible to both of them. Visible enough for Renae to tease him.
"Too easy," she began, "I didn't know I was that good."
Vito just blushed and groaned.
"Whatever," he grunted, "I told you it's been a while.."
"Aww,.." she mocked, "poor Vito-wito!"
She decided to tease him more, reaching into his boxers, palming him firmly, feeling how stiff Vito was.
"Damn, that's a handful..." she uttered with a hint of surprise.
Vito smiled weakly, still hazy from the earlier session. Her touch was firm and sweet, it just about made him melt onto the counter. His body apparently had a mind of its own, thrusting his hips to meet her strokes. Vito paid it no mind, too lust-struck to care about how desperate he appeared to be.
He heard a soft chuckle emit from Renae’s throat, engulfing him deeper into his pool of passionate thoughts. He listened to her whimpers and sighs, felt the way her legs rubbed up against his sides. It was all so much. All the affection was driving him crazy...
She was doing all of this for him, and though Vito enjoyed it, he felt like something was missing.
“Uh, you don't mind if I return the favor, do you?" He inquired softly, his deep voice cracking in his throat.
Vito nearly gave in to his impure impulses when she looked up at him with those puppy-dog eyes of hers.
"Please." She replied, almost desperately, as if she were asking an angel for forgiveness.
With a nod, his slender fingers slithered down to her upper thigh as she pressed up against him, the ghost of a wet kiss lingering on her lips.
His eager hand pushed up the hem of the pastel, satin garment, her breath stuttering when his frigid digits came into contact between her plush, warm thighs. Those curious fingers of his then found their way to her pretty, panties, pulling them to the side, exposing her to the freezing air surrounding them both.
With care, he sank his fingers into her, just as he sank his teeth into her neck. Her reaction was the pinnacle of beauty: her head thrown back, her voice shaking.
"Hey.." she spoke, "don't bite too hard, I don't want Joey to notice anythin'.."
Vito grumbled.
"Tell him he did it." He muttered before going at her neck again, relishing in how soaked she got with each nibble. "Ah," Renae gasped, her free hand twisting Vito's shirt into tiny swirls, "Oh, I-I don't know. I don't wanna lie--!"
Her statement was cut short by the pressure Vito's palm put on her clit as his fingers worked their magic within her walls.
"Yeah?" He hummed softly, nuzzling up against her cheek. "I'll give you one you can hide.."
He craned his neck lower, placing a small Hickey right under her collarbone--easy to cover up with a nice dress.
Renae’s breath hitched as she felt the heel of his palm press up against her, her gasps quickly turning into whines as he continued. The steady rhythm of his strokes and the consistent pressure his palm was putting on her clit, forced her legs to turn into jelly. To Renae, it was heaven.
The way her hips bucked up to meet his made him shudder, the way her warm body rubbed up against his made him grunt, grateful that he could service her.
“Fuck!” she squealed as her hand came up to grab Vito's tank top. He leaned in for another kiss, drunk on affection and care he was getting, but he never stopped his assault on her sweet spot.
She ground against his fingers, whining and whimpering as he kissed her. she moaned into it, shivering when Vito did the same.
“a little faster, sweet thing..” she heard him coo when he left her lips. Renae’s moans and mewls drove the lovestruck mafioso crazy--and it didn't help that she heeded his plea for a faster pace.
She didn’t offer a rebuttal, just a breathless gasp as he touched her. She leaned into his firm chest, feeling just how warm he was against her skin. Everything was so hot and heavy now, the air in the kitchen seemingly thick with lust.
“Vito~..” Renae cried as she put her face in the crook of his neck, only for Vito to hold him close with his free hand, his arm wrapping around the other’s waist.
"Oh shit…!” she moaned, surfing the wave of pleasure that swept through her. Her breathing grew steady as it crashed, her blissful smile shining bright as she moaned and giggled, her throbbing walls clenching around Vito's fingers.
“...fuck,” she panted, “fuck..”
She couldn’t help but stand there, a quivering mess, spent and whimpering at the lingering sensation of him inside her.
Vito let his eyes rest on his part-time lover’s body, hedonism controlling his movements, his face buried in the younger woman’s shoulder.
He gifted Renae with pecks on her tired lips while she rode out the aftershocks. Those pecks soon became lustful licks and loving kisses as Vito ground his lithe, honey-sweet body against her, kissing and biting at the base of her neck--eating up the sugary moans and gasps she released into the air.
“Damn, I'm close …” Vito muttered, "don't stop, please don't…", his breathing ragged.
Renae gave him another kiss on the mouth as she continued to work him. Poor Vito couldn't hold out much longer. He held her tight as a way to cope with his feelings, weakly kissing back when he reached his peak. Every last bit of pent-up euphoria leaked onto her hand accompanied by curses and moans.
Renae chuckled with amusement, overworking him until he shuddered and shook.
"Now I've gotta clean up your mess…" she teased, “Look at all this~!”
He chuckled with a blush. "I told you it's been a while."
She smiled and held his face ever so gently with her free hand, as if it would break.
"Get the fuck up, Vito." She cooed sweetly.
Vito furrowed his brow. "Huh?"
A slap to his face from his delicate flower turned Vito from a lovestruck dum-dum to a frightened chihuahua.
"GET THE FUCK UP!" She screamed.
Vito shot up out of his slumber like a bullet with a yell, blinded by the sun that flashed him.
He was confronted by a jovial Joe, standing next to his bed, who he could barely see through squinted eyes.
“Have a good dream?” he asked, excitement in his voice. "I see ya rocket's still standin'!"
Vito rubbed his eyes and groaned.
"Fuck off, Joe." He mumbled, "and quit lookin' at my dick."
"You fuckin' jizzed all over my sheets!" Joe yelped, "I'm forced to look at it!"
That got him a pillow to the face, courtesy of a cranky Vito.
“You know," Joe began, throwing the cushion back, "It would be nice if you didn’t talk in your sleep.” his face contorting in disgust.
Vito observed his surroundings, now that he was out of his sleep-haze. walls of red and beige, a creaky closet, and a bag of 'Cup-O-Gold's on the nightstand. The smell of pancakes drifted throughout the house--Renae was cooking something.
“What? You had nothin' better to do than to watch me sleep, ya creep?” he asked in defense.
Joe chuckled, "I wasn't watchin' you sleep, I was gettin' tired of your fuckin wet dream.” he said before heading off.
"You moan like a broad, you know that?" He quipped from the doorway, "like the ones with a rasp in their voice."
Vito rolled his eyes.
"Fuck up, dickhead!" He spat as Joe just laughed his way out of the room.
Vito looked down at the sheets that he was going to have to wash before saying, “I knew it was too good to be true…” as he thought about his precious Renae calling him handsome and smart, sending another wave of warmth down his spine.
“Damn it, Joe…” he mumbled, talking to an empty room, his mind playing their wicked games.