Joey (Chicago Ruthless, #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

I guess I should’ve told him I was a virgin, but then he probably wouldn’t have touched me at all. It’s one thing to have a quick fuck with your best friends’ kid sister, but to take her virginity … No way Max would have gone for it if he knew. He’s too damn principled.

The climax that man wrung from my body was nothing short of life altering. The fresh memory makes heat sear between my thighs, and I squeeze them together. I feel sore and tender, but not uncomfortably so. It’s actually kind of comforting in a way—a reminder of what we did. A reminder that I’m no longer a virgin and that the man who took it from me is the same guy I fantasized about for the past six years. A man I thought would never ever go there with me.

“You could at least get some blowjob practice in. That way you won’t seem like a total loser when you finally do fuck a guy. You’ll be able to keep him interested with your oral skills even if you don’t know what you’re doing when it comes to fucking.” I stare at her, and for a second I think she must be joking, but she’s serious. “You think guys would honestly be bothered that I’m inexperienced?” She snorts. “Guys want a girl who knows what they’re doing, not someone they have to teach the basics to.”

It’s been two long days since I fucked Joey Moretti, and I can’t stop thinking about how good she felt and how good it would feel to have her again. Just one more taste.

“You’re going to get me fucking killed.” She puts her hands on my chest. “I would never put you in harm’s way, Max. You know that. I was just playing. I’m sorry,” she whispers.

Now that I know how good her lips taste and how tight and hot her pussy is, I’m always partially hard around her and it takes all my effort not to touch her. Fucking her in the alley the other night plays on a loop in my head. I’ve jerked off to the memory way more times than could be considered healthy—even for a red-blooded single man in his early thirties. “Did you actually need my help with something or are you just trying to push my buttons?” I ask, trying to distract myself. “Oh, I’d love to push every single one of your buttons.”

“I guess it’s more of a proposition than anything. You know how inexperienced I am when it comes to sex, right?” Yes. Because I had your tight-as-fuck pussy squeezing my cock and I can’t stop thinking about it. “Hmm.” “Well, I’m inexperienced in every way. You know what I mean? I only ever kissed a guy before you.” My cock is throbbing in my pants now and she fucking knows it. “What does that have to do with me?” I grind out the words. “Well, you also know I trust you more than anyone.” Now my head throbs along with my cock. I let go of her hands and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What is it, Joey?” “I want to suck your cock.” What. The. Fuck. I blink at her, stupefied. She

“I want to suck your cock, Max,” she says with a sweet smile. Fuck. Me. “Joey, you can’t just …” “Can’t just what? You just fucked me the other night.” “That was different.” “How? You took what you wanted. And now I’m asking for what I want.” I blink at her.

“You want me to teach you how to suck cock?” “Yes.” “Have you lost your mind, Joey?” “Far from it. In fact, I think my reasoning is pretty solid. I need a teacher, and I figure you seem to know what you’re doing. I know you’d never take advantage of me. I’m going to do this, Max. I’d rather my first time was with you than some rando from a bar.”

“And where and when exactly would this cocksucking lesson take place?” “Nobody’s home. Everyone’s out for the afternoon. How about right here, right now?” “You want to suck my cock here in your brothers’ house?” “It’s my house too,” she reminds me. “You’re out of your fucking mind.” “Then I guess I’ll just find someone at the bar Friday night,” she says with a flippant shrug, and my last shred of restraint and patience snaps. She goes to walk away, but I grab hold of her wrist, pulling her back to me. “You are not hooking up with random fucking men in bars, baby girl.”

“I don’t want to, Max. But I’m almost twenty-two—a grown woman, and there’s so much I want to experience. I’d rather do it with you, but if that’s not an option …” She doesn’t finish that sentence. Instead, she adds, “Please.” I can’t do this with her. Especially not here. If her brothers walked in here right now, they wouldn’t even question us being alone together, that’s how much they trust me with her.

If I agree to what she’s asking, it will be for her benefit, not because I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock more than I’ve ever wanted anything else my entire life.

“On your knees, baby girl.” Her eyes flash with lust and she smiles as she sinks to the floor.

She looks up at me expectantly. She’s a fucking paradox. So naive and innocent but with a body and mind as wicked as sin.

“You’ll need to breathe through your nose.” “Okay.” “I’m a big guy, you might not be able to take all of me right away, but that’s okay. We’re going to train your pretty little throat until you can take every last inch of me.” She draws in a shaky breath. “Put your hands on my thighs,” I command. She does as she’s told, splaying her fingers over my quads. My muscles tighten at her touch. She opens her mouth—expectant and eager. “Patience, Joey,” I say with a smirk, and she narrows her eyes at me. Such a beautiful little brat. “I didn’t realize this was a lecture.” She glares at me in defiance. “I thought we were having a practical demonstration.”

“When I hit the back of your throat, you’ll gag, maybe even feel like you’re choking. Tears are going to run down this pretty little face. And that’s only gonna make me want to fuck you harder, baby girl.”

“Yes. And this is why you need to pay attention to me. Because when your hot little mouth is stuffed full of my cock and you’re struggling to breathe, there’s no way in hell you’re going to be able to talk.” She frowns with confusion. “If you want me to take it a little easier, you squeeze my thighs, okay?” “Okay.” “Do it.” “Right now?” “Yes, now.” She rolls her eyes but squeezes my thighs lightly. “Harder than that. I’ll need to feel it.” “Fine,” she mutters, and she squeezes tightly, her fingers digging into my taut muscles. “Good girl.” Her breath hitches and her eyes shine. Such a slut for praise. “But if you need me to stop, you tap me instead, Joey. You got that?” She giggles. “Like tapping out?” “Exactly like tapping out. So try it.” “Yeah, I’m not gonna need to do that.” She shrugs her shoulders, full of that Moretti confidence that makes me want to prove her wrong. “Tap. My. Leg.” “Okay,” she huffs, but she does what she’s told. “Good.”

“Oh, and Joey? One last thing.” I give her a wicked grin as I finally free my cock from my boxers. “What’s that?” “Be careful with your teeth.” She frowns at me, her eyes still fixed on mine. “I won’t bite you, Max.” “I wasn’t talking about that, baby girl.” I glance down at my cock and she looks too, seeing it up close and personal for the first time. “Y-you’re pierced?” “I am.” “But you weren’t … I didn’t feel any …” “I wasn’t far enough into your pussy for you to feel them properly, and if you didn’t know what to expect …”

“Then go ahead, baby girl. Take whatever you can handle.” She edges forward a little, licking her full pink lips. “Use your hand first, Joey. That way you can have a little more control.”

“Now can I taste you, Max?” “Uh-huh,” I grunt, anticipation burning through me. How is it that this is her first time and it’s me who feels like I’m about to nut in her face? Her tongue darts out and licks the bead of precum off the crown of my cock, flicking over my piercing like she knows exactly what she’s doing. A bead of sweat trickles down my forehead. “You sure you’ve never done this before?” “No, never,” she says sweetly as her tongue dances over my skin.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” I tell her as my cock pulses inside her. Her eyes shine with happiness. She’s such a fucking brat the way she pushes my buttons, but she’s still a slut for my praise. So desperate for my approval it scares me.

“Good girl. You’re taking me so well,” I groan as I pull out a little and drive back in again. She gags harder, but she still doesn’t tap me. I’m torn between seeing how far I can push her and wanting to protect her from the side of me that would get off on watching her struggle to breathe. She sucks harder and saliva runs down her chin, whimpering when I tug her hair. “You’re doing so good. So. Fucking. Good.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re a natural at this. You know that?” I grunt as I rock my hips, chasing the high she’s about to deliver. She murmurs contentedly and relaxes her grip on my thighs. “You think you can take a little more, baby girl?” “Mmm,” she mumbles with a flutter of her eyelashes. I drive my cock against the back of her throat, and this time she’s ready for me. Her breathing remains steady even as she accepts almost every inch of me. I refrain from feeding her my entire cock. This is still her first time, and she isn’t ready for that.

She will never do this with anyone but me. Never. Joey Moretti is mine. All fucking mine.

And my girl swallows every last fucking drop, licking me from root to tip even as I pull out of her mouth. Like she’s as fucking desperate for me as I am for her.

“How was that?” she asks. She knows it was good. She just sucked my fucking soul from my body. “It was fucking perfect, baby girl.” “It was?” I narrow my eyes at her. “Yes. But any man ever tries to fuck your throat like I just did, I’ll cut off his cock with a rusty blade.” She sucks in a deep breath that makes her tits jiggle enticingly. “Max. You can’t say things like that.”

My pussy is aching and wet. My whole plan backfired. This was supposed to be about me gaining back a little control, but I’m even more desperate for him than I’ve ever been.

“Max?” “Nobody else, Joey. You understand me? No one ever does that to you but me.” “You can’t expect me to keep that promise. You’re not even my boyfriend.” His eyes narrow and anger creases his brow. “You know that I can’t be.” “Why? Because you’re my brothers’ best friend? You know we’re both adults, right?” “It’s so much more than that.” “Fine.” I shrug, trying to hide the pain his words cause me. “So you don’t get to tell me what to do.” His frown deepens. “Just not like that, okay? You never let anyone be that rough with you.”

“And what if I say no?”

“Then I’ll never make you come again, baby girl,” he says as he shoves his hand into my panties. “Holy fuck,” I groan as his fingers find my swollen clit. He inhales sharply. “So fucking wet from sucking my cock, Joey.”

“Please, Max?” He dusts his lips over my hair. “Are you my good girl?” he says, teasing me. “No.” The word ends on a moan as he drives his finger deeper. “Of course. You’re my little slut, right?” “Yes,” I pant, and his skilled fingers bring me to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm. “I’m gonna teach you how to be a good girl for me, Joey.” He chuckles, and then the bastard pulls his finger out of me, leaving me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. “Max?” I gasp in protest, but he just looks at me with a wicked grin on his face. “I told you I wouldn’t make you come in your brothers’ house, baby girl, and I meant it.” Then he sucks his finger clean, kisses my forehead, and walks out of the room.

“You already used that one, princess.” She jabs her left hook at me, but I duck out of the way. “Maybe you wish Max were here to protect you instead, huh?” I launch forward, aiming my right hand at her jaw but she’s way too fast for me and dodges it easily. “Oh, I do love pushing your buttons, kid.” “Leave Max out of this,” I warn her, my eyes narrowed. “Hmm.” She rolls her lips together. “No.” “Toni!” She aims a perfect right hook at my chin, but she doesn’t put any power behind it. My half sister is an MMA champion, and she would knock me on my ass if she hit me for real. Still, it grazes my face, making me shuffle back. “Remember what I taught you, Joey?” she says, all business again. “Someone comes at you like that, you duck and go for the nuts.” “You don’t have any nuts.” She smirks at me. “You hit someone in the pussy, it’s gonna hurt like hell too.”

There will be plenty of casino deals and only a finite amount of time with Anya.

“Nothing, really. We’re friends, that’s all. I think he’d like to be something more but …” “But little Joey Moretti’s in love with someone else.” She winks. I blink at her. “W-what?”

“She’s …” “I’m what?” Joey snaps. “A girl?” You’re fucking mine. “She’s too good for this life, D.” Joey jumps to her feet. “This is my fucking life, Max. It’s all I’ve ever known. If you think I’m going to spend all my days sitting at home painting my damn nails, then you don’t know me at all.” I growl at her. “I never said that.” “No? You’re thinking it though, right? Just a spoiled little princess.” She leans down, bringing her face close to mine as she glares at me. “Well, I am a fucking princess, Max. Chicago royalty. Heir to the goddamn Moretti empire, and don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

“She’s a fucking firecracker.” I smile because there’s no denying that. “But it’s more than being able to handle herself, D. I know she’s smart, but she’s also too fucking naive about so many things, and that makes her vulnerable.” And that fucking terrifies me.

“Don’t, Joey.” I step closer until we’re barely an inch apart. His breathing grows heavier and the thick muscles in his neck tense. He might push my limits, but I test his too. Every single one of them. “Or what, Max?” I whisper, running a painted nail over the buttons of his shirt. “I am fucking warning you, baby girl,” he says with a growl from deep in his throat, and I swear my pussy purrs in response. Traitor. “I don’t take warnings from men who have absolutely no power over me.” I take a step back and smile sweetly at Lorenzo as he walks toward us. My brother just saved my ass from a pissed-off Max who looks like he’s seconds away from imploding. Serves him right.

He arches one eyebrow. “I think you deserve a better time than the one you’ve had though.” I figure he’s talking about me having to look after Mo, but I genuinely don’t mind. She’s my best friend. “No, really. I’ve had a great time.” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs a laugh. “Jeez, Joey. You’re not making this easy.” “What?” He takes a deep breath. “I’m trying to ask if you want to go somewhere else. With me?” I blink at him. “Like a date?” he adds. “Oh.” “Only if you’re free. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“But I hope that one day your brothers might trust me to look after you myself.” Aw, bless. He really is adorable. Like that would ever happen.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. It’s not like her to go out on a Wednesday night. “Where’s she going?” “On a date.” White-hot anger sears a hole through the middle of my chest. I take a breath and count to five. “On a what now?” Ash laughs. “Yeah, I know. Guy must have balls of iron, right? Wouldn’t think that to look at him though.” My knuckles turn white as I grip the phone so tightly, I almost bend it in fucking half. “Who is she going on a date with?” “Toby Fiore.”

“Okay, boss, but …” “But what?” “Well, they’re only going to see a movie and then … well, Dante said that if she’s in the Fiore mansion, she’s okay to be left alone, so me and Henry won’t be in there with her.” My right hand balls into a fist. “He said what?” “He spoke to Michael Fiore first. Made him aware that Joey would be under his care, you know? That Toby kid would have to have a death wish to try anything stupid.”

I mumble for him to stop, but the sound is swallowed by Toby’s mouth. I guess he takes it as a sign I want to take things a little further because his hand slides beneath my top. I flinch like I’ve been burned by a hot poker and, without thinking, I shove him away. “Stop!” I pant, my head spinning. I don’t want this. “Joey?” He frowns at me. “Are you … Did I … I’m sorry … I thought …” he babbles, looking as confused as I feel. “I’m sorry, Toby. I just—I can’t right now.” I shake my head, feeling like a complete idiot. “Is-is that okay?” “Y-yeah.” He nods, relief written across his face.

The doorbell rings again, saving me from having to tell any more lies. “We’re coming,” I shout. Ash isn’t usually this impatient. “I’ll call you, yeah?” Toby leans in for an awkward hug. I mumble a quick yes against his shoulder before I untangle myself and open the front door. “Why are you being so impa—” “Why the fuck have you been crying?” That voice sends a shiver down my spine, and Toby takes a step back. I blink. “M-Max? What are you doing here?” He glares at Toby, his entire body bristling with rage. Oh, shit. This looks really bad. “What the fuck have you done to her?” Max says with a vicious snarl. He makes a grab for Toby, but I take hold of his wrist. “Max, stop! He hasn’t done anything.”

“Tell me what’s wrong, baby girl,” he says, dusting his fingertips over my cheek. “Why were you crying if it’s nothing to do with Toby?” I shake my head. “I’m an idiot, is all.” A deep sigh rumbles through his body and we stay like that for a few beats until he breaks the silence. “You want to come for a ride with me?” No! I want to never see you or go for a ride with you again, Max, because this is too fucking hard. “Yes,” I whisper instead.

He taps my knee, letting me know that we’re about to take off and making sure I’m holding on tight. It’s one of the many small ways he takes care of me. We both know I hold on to him too tightly—in every sense of the word. And I need to let him go.

“Tell me what happened with Toby,” he commands in a low tone. “After you tell me why you turned up at his house instead of Ash.” “Ash called me.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “He said you sounded upset.” I frown. “But why did he call you?” “Because I asked him to.” “Why?” “I’ve answered your question, Joey. Now tell me what happened.” “He didn’t do anything wrong. It was me.” I go to cross my arms over my chest, not wanting to go into this with him, but he catches my wrists and stops me. “Come here,” he says, scooting back on the seat of his bike and patting the space in front of him.

“Then why were you so upset?” “Because I wanted to enjoy it. Toby is a nice guy. He’s cute. He’s into me. He’s emotionally available. I wanted to want him, but he …” His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white. “He what?” “He wasn’t you.” The words burst out of my mouth, and I can’t call them back, no matter how badly I wish I could. It’s too late. His eyes darken as he draws a deep breath through his nose. “We kissed for almost ten minutes, and I felt nothing. When I’m with you, I feel—” My throat tightens, and I swallow before I say too much. “What do you feel with me?”

“Alive,” I whisper. “Like my soul is on fire. And when you kiss me—” I suck in a breath that makes me cough and stutter. “T-Toby was sweet and gentle and kind, but I don’t want that, Max. I want to feel the bite of fingertips digging into my flesh, teeth biting at my skin. I want a hand around my throat.”

“Nobody puts a hand on your throat, baby girl. Nobody but me. Ever. You got that?” Wet heat pools between my thighs. He dips his head and runs his nose along my jawline as his fingertips flex on my throat. “What happens when I kiss you?” His harsh whisper sends a shiver down the length of my spine. “I get this ache,” I pant, my heart rate doubling as I gasp for breath. His grip loosens. “Breathe, Joey.” I blink at him, his dark eyes burning into mine as I regulate my breathing. “Where do you ache, baby girl?” “B-between my thighs.” He arches one eyebrow. “What kind of ache?” “Like …” I dart out my tongue and run it over my bottom lip. “It makes me feel wet and needy.” “Yeah?”

“Fuck, you are wet, baby,” he says with a groan. “Who did this to you?” I moan. “It’s all you.”