Lost in the Waves

Chapter 10: The Rum Pep Talk

Throughout the entire shift, Ezio’s mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of the Latina he had spent the last twenty-four hours with. He knew deep inside that it wasn’t long since they had met, and yet, it was the most amazing time he had. Growing up, he had everything and his parents loved him. Still, he felt that he was missing something and for years he had traveled across the globe from time to time, in hopes of finding it. But that one night he spent together with Amalia intrigued him, for she ignited something inside him that he thought was non-existent.

He grumbled and groaned in between servings so much that customers were afraid to ask him for a drink. His awful mood continued on for days as he was utterly confused and disappointed that he had not seen Amalia since that night. He even purposefully waited at the elevator for longer than usual before his shift in hopes of meeting her, to no avail.

‘I can’t believe I became so agitated by someone I considered to be a stranger just a few days ago.’ Ezio rambled on and on in his mind.

He took off his apron and set it aside as he was done with his shift for the night. On his way out, he snatched a random bottle of rum.

“I’m out.” He said as he passed by Hektor who had just arrived.

“Where are you going with that liquor?” Hektor asked, confusion etched on his face, for he knew that Ezio would never do that despite being the heir of the hotel. He was a responsible man, regardless of him wanting people to believe he was a troublemaker of some sort- a little devil per se.

“Den eínai douleiá sou.” (It’s none of your business.) Ezio replied in Greek, which threw Hektor off. Ezio would only use that language if he was with his parents, serious or annoyed. Hektor knew what the answer to his own question was and he did not push Ezio further.

Ezio left the bar and walked towards where his feet led him- the part of the beach where he and Amalia shared their intense lovemaking. He sighed deeply as he sat on the sand, staring blankly at the beach, its waves somehow comforting.

He opened the bottle of rum he had brought with him and drank it straight from the bottle. One drink was not enough to console him so he took another swig and wiped off any rum dripping from his chin.

“I must be going crazy.” He blurted as he stared at the stars, releasing another sigh.

“Well? Any ideas from up there? You guys were witnesses to that night, right? You should help me.” He babbled on and on at the stars.

“What am I thinking? If she doesn’t want to see me, I will see her instead. Yeah, simple as that.” Ezio chugged more rum and stood up, walking his way toward the lobby area of the hotel.

Awkward stares from strangers hanging out at the lobby and confused faces from the employees currently in the lobby serving the customers were what Ezio met when he entered. He gestured a ‘keep quiet’ to the employees with a smile as he placed his index finger close to his lips and mouthed ‘shh’, wobbling and walking in zig zags. He took another swig as he waited for the elevator to open and hastily went inside, immediately pressing Amalia’s floor despite his current state.

As the elevator went up, Ezio started to contemplate his rash decision to go see Amalia.

“It’s a bad idea. No! We should do this. Ugh. I swear this is a bad idea. Get a hold of yourself, Alec! This is the only way to see her. Man up.” All throughout the ride to the elevator, Ezio continued to give himself a pep talk.

Finally, the elevators dinged, and he arrived at Amalia’s floor. He zigzagged his way through the hallway and found Amalia’s hotel room. He pressed the doorbell once, then waited for Amalia to respond. When she did not respond, he pressed it once again. Still no response, he pressed it again until he pressed the doorbell too many times and finally Amalia opened the door in nothing but a thin cream satin nightdress, so thin Ezio could practically see her n*****s perking.

“I didn’t call for room service so please stop with the incessant doorbell.” Amalia rambled sleepily, still not being able to recognize it was not room service. Then a wave of rum scent slapped her alive.

“Ezio?” She asked in disbelief.

“Mal. I missed you.” He slurred as he entered her room and hugged her.

“W-what?! Are you drunk right now?” She half-yelled, stating the obvious, still engulfed in Ezio’s hug.

“Why are you avoiding me? It’s been days. I know I don’t have the right to do this since we just met, but I’m going crazy. What did you do to me?” He confessed, now staring his eyes deep into hers.

This surprised Amalia, as she never expected this from him. As much as her heart fluttered at the thought of him wanting her, she denied his words.

“That’s just the alcohol talking, Ezio. Why don’t you just go back, it’s late.” Reasoned Amalia, avoiding eye contact.

Upon hearing it, Ezio’s face portrayed a pained expression and so he backed away a little, to which Amalia was relieved. However, he didn’t give her enough time to process everything as he suddenly planted a kiss on her lips, holding her in place as he placed his hand at the back of her head and the other on her waist.

“I’m going crazy about you, Mal. I don’t even know why. All I know is I want to be with you every second of every day. I don’t care if it seems fast. Everything’s pretty much a blur except you.”

He leaned his forehead toward hers and closed his eyes,

“Will you grant me the honor of being your companion?” He whispered softly, which destroyed Amalia’s resolve- whatever that’s left of it.

She kissed him, fervently- a passionate fire she tried so hard to put off ignited once again. One she would never be able to deny, not in this lifetime. So she accepted him, all of the emotions he sent her way- longingness, desire, affection, and one she might perceive as love if she was blind and dumb. But she never gave herself the chance to hope, so she settled with just what it is and not what it should be.

As they passionately make out, they have reached the bed and Ezio settled Amalia on the bed gently- no matter how intense they are currently getting. His hands roamed around her physique, caressing every part of her being, in an attempt to memorize all of her, no matter the tiniest of details. He then trailed kisses from her neck down to her navel. Then, he stopped, and looked at her as he lowered himself down to her core, slowly hiking up her nightdress to reveal her thighs, prepared to remove any lingerie hindering his mission. Only to reveal that, she was not wearing any at all. He inhaled deeply at the sight before him. Her core glistened as it was filled with her juice, to which his manhood responded- it getting harder. Then he made his way to her entrance, as he lowered his mouth and licked on all the traces of her juice that are now staining her inner thighs.

“You are so ready for me, aren’t you?” He stated to himself, still in awe at the sight before him. His breath fanned her entrance, making her wetter by the second.

“Why don’t you just take me then? What’s taking you so long?” She whined with a mix of a moan, which earned a chuckle from Ezio.

“Let me taste you and show you how you really mean to me.” Ezio said as he stared at her deeply, then slowly licked her again.

Amalia moaned and moaned, clutching his hair, as Ezio ate her. Not long after, he inserted a finger to which Amalia gasped. Ezio inserted another finger to her entrance and slid her strap to the side with his other hand to reveal her bare breast. He sucked at her bare breast hard as he increased the tempo with his fingers. Amalia cried out his name a dozen times as she was nearing her climax. He then went back to sucking her core while his free hand fondled her n****e, never stopping his fingers from thrusting inside her. He increased the tempo once more and Amalia moaned out his name as she burst and released her orgasm, him sucking her juices till none came.

Without waiting for Amalia to come down from her high, Ezio thrusted his manhood into her entrance in an abrupt manner, to which Amalia gasped. As he made another thrust, he slid the other strap to the side to reveal the other bare breast and grabbed it. Amalia can only grip his biceps as he fully thrusted himself at a fast pace. He roughly kissed her neck, slightly bruising it to leave behind love marks. He made his way down to her breasts and there, he wreaked havoc, leaving traces of love marks in different places. He then pulled her legs to his waist and Amalia locked it behind using her ankles. Ezio then placed both of his hands on her hips and gripped it hard, increasing his tempo as he rammed into her.

“I’m coming baby. I need you to be faster.” Amalia whined as she moaned out his name.

“Come with me.”

With that, Ezio placed his other hand on her neck and thrusted faster into her, both calling their names in chorus until they came.