Despite Benjamin’s words, it’s clear from his smirk that he’s merely teasing his friend. Lio waves Benjamin’s complaints away. “Fine. I know you just want to steal Tennant. We’re done—for now.”
With another quick turn, he bounces back to Tennant, claiming his lips in a kiss that has my cock thickening. Holy shit. Those two…it’s power and dominance, but then Lio melts right into my lover.
I rub at my chest, amazed to see those two giving so freely, especially after what they’ve both just been through. The shadows underneath Ten’s eyes have almost disappeared after working with Lio, and I breathe out in relief.
When Lio pulls away, I extend my hand, letting the puppy come straight to me. And he certainly resembles a puppy right now, excitable energy pouring off him.
I grasp his hand firmly as I pull him away, knowing Benjamin and Ten need their own private time. He leans into me as we walk out of the gym, but he doesn’t say anything. It should be awkward, yet the only tension between us is the awareness of each others’ bodies. Too impatient to wait, I don’t lead him to my bedroom, instead I duck into an empty room on the same floor as the gym.
He tilts his head at me when I turn him around to face me. I grip his hips, pulling him toward me, and burrow my nose in the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder. I inhale his sharp musky scent, my tongue darting out to collect some of the sweat pooled there, savoring the salty taste. He shudders against me, throwing his head back and moaning.
Unable to resist, I bite down hard, his gasp exciting me further. We’re perfectly lined up to where our hard cocks rub against each other, despite being fully clothed. Pulling back, I stare at him, searching his face, and my breath catches at the sight.
His lips are parted in ecstasy and those beautiful moss green eyes are begging me to own him—to ruin him in ways he wouldn't recover from. There is a small, twisted part of me that wants to answer his call, but I shove it down violently.
I'm not Il Padrone, I won't be led by such base desires. Instead, I'll give the puppy what he deserves and hope it'll be enough. Of course, that doesn't mean I'll make it easy on him…
I trace his lips with my thumb before pulling it back. “Get on your knees, Cucciolo. I want your mouth.”
He hits his knees so fast I worry about bruises—ones that I didn’t put on him. I’ll make sure to correct that later on. He needs to learn that markings are my decision to make, not his. Still, when he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, I have to smother a groan of my own.
“Take my cock out. You’re going to be a good Cucciolo and let me use your mouth and throat for my pleasure, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he responds huskily, as if his throat is already prepared for what I’m about to put him through. It’s not, but he’ll learn.
He unzips my pants and pulls them down, tugging my underwear along with it. I step out of them, so they’re not restricting my movement. My dick twitches in excitement at being free, and when he wraps his slender hand around it, I can’t stifle my moan. Gasping at the sensation of his teasing, especially when his other hand expertly rolls my balls, my legs quiver as my patience begins to fray.
I grasp his hair and growl, “Your mouth, Cucciolo. Now.”
Lio drops his hands, resting them on his thighs and I move forward slightly, taking advantage of his open mouth. I thrust in harshly, not giving him time to prepare, and as his throat constricts around my cock, I hiss in pleasure. Withdrawing, I wipe my saliva-covered dick against his cheek and across his lips, loving the picture of debauchery.
Those eyes…fuck, the way they beg me, it’s impossible to resist. I plunge into his mouth again, my hips flexing as I move in and out, occasionally stopping and enjoying being buried in him. Ass or mouth, it doesn’t matter when I own him, and the way he submits…it’s clear that I own him.
My balls are pulling tight as he suddenly grips my thighs, his face turning red, even as he pulls harsh breaths in through his nose. I brush away the tears falling from his eyes with my thumb before I finally pull back, letting him gasp as he works to catch his breath. I give him a short period to recover before I yank at his hair.
“Up, Cucciolo,” I demand harshly.
He scrambles to his feet, and I roughly move him to my leisure. I have him bent over, his hands braced against the wall and his ass out. I pull his pants and underwear down, aiming my cock toward his hole.
“I hope you got me plenty wet, because I’m going to fuck you like this. I’m not waiting to find lube. I think you need a reminder that you belong to me, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he gasps as I push against him. I grit my teeth as I struggle to enter him, but once I manage it, I throw my head back and moan. Fuck. He’s so damn tight. “Holy shit.”
I chuckle at his response when I peg his prostate. Carefully, I adjust my movements so that I nail it each time I press in. Eventually, he loosens enough that it’s easier to fuck him, so I go harder, rougher, and soon enough, he’s begging.
“Fuck me. Please, Sir, I want to come. Please!” His voice breaks from the desperation.
Fuck.Sir.Hearing it from him after he skirted the claim for so long… The word is more than a title of respect for us both, but a need. A place where we both belong.
I lean over him, putting my own hand next to his for leverage as I squeeze his hip harder, wanting to leave my mark on him.“Oh, you’re going to come. And you’re going to do it now, without either of us touching your dick. If you don’t come before me, you won’t get to at all, because I own your orgasms now, Cucciolo. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir!” he shouts in a thin voice, exertion pouring off him, and if he hadn’t already needed a shower, he damn sure does now.
“Then. Fucking. Come.”
I focus hard on his prostate, wanting him to get there before me. It’s a blink of an eye when he throws his head back—almost headbutting me—and lets out a howl of pleasure, cum sputtering out. Giving in, I grasp his cock and stroke him through the rest of his orgasm.
His ass squeezes down on me so hard that I shudder from an exquisite sense of pain and pleasure. I strike forward and bite down on his shoulder again, this time drawing blood, and that’s all it takes to tip me over the edge, and the pleasure is damn well blinding.
