“Yes, Daddy,” Basil leaned his head back to allow me better access to his neck where I sucked and bit, leaving my mark. “Only yours.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
BASIL
Comingout to my family as gay, and in a sort-of-relationship with the much older man who’d held me captive, was much easier than I expected. Embarrassing, but also freeing. And then he’d come out, too. He came out for me and even said he loved me in two different languages.
Saying it back felt natural. I was so gone for Giorgio Greco, but I was still coming to terms with the fact that he wanted me right back.
“You really want to date me?” I panted as George licked and sucked at my nipples. “Like, as boyfriends, exclusive?”
“I really want to keep you,” George clarified. “I’m too old to be anyone’s boyfriend.”
Laughing, it cut off when I moaned as he stripped me of my last article of clothing. He stood to remove his own pants, no underwear in the way. His heavy dicked bobbed in the air, and he gave it a stroke while he eyed my body on display. George wanted me, alright.
“No, you’re Daddy. I’m the boyfriend.”
“You’re my boy,” George’’s low tone matched the predatory look in his eyes as he climbed on the bed to straddle my face. “Say it.”
“I’m your boy, Daddy.”
“And I’m all in.” He grinned down at me, and I realized he was making a double entendre as he held his dick toward my mouth. “Open up for me,ragazzo.”
Doing as Daddy said, I opened wide and stuck my tongue out for him to slide right in. I’d missed the weight of his cock on my tongue, using me for his pleasure. He started slowly, easing in deeper and deeper while grunts and groans fell from his lips. I did that to him, and I felt a surge of pride.
Before we got to the choking and gagging I expected, George sat back, “I need to stop before I blow inside of you.”
“Why?” I pouted, trying to lean up and get him back in my mouth. “I like you filling me up, Daddy.”
George moved to the spot between my legs, lifting them up until I was folded in half, “Because I want to make love to you properly.”
He dove into my crease, licking at my hole and teasing it with his tongue. I lost all train of thought as he loosened me, moaning and writhing under his tongue. The man knew how to eat ass, and I could almost come from that alone.
“It’s too good. Need you inside. Please, Daddy?”
George came up for air, looking at me over my straining erection with a grin as he slid a finger inside. “Lube?”
“Don’t have any, just fuck me,” I begged. George added a second finger and raised an eyebrow. I keened before adding, “Americans are obsessed with lubricant. I want it to hurt a little.”
George took me at my word and rose to his knees, his spit-slick cock catching the light from my window. “I’m happy to give you pain,ragazzo. But why don’t you have any lube? Didn’t you jack off?”
“Rarely,” I admitted, trying to move my ass so it lined up with him better, “and even then, my hand was all I needed.”
“Good to know,” George finally pressed his head against my hole, leaning over me until we were breathing each other’s air. “I love you, Basil.”
Smiling, I pulled him in for a soft kiss, “I love you too, Daddy.”
With those words on our lips, George pushed inside of me. He stayed there, half in and half out, while we both breathed.
“I’m good,” I told him, wanting more despite the burn.
“Yeah, but I need a minute. You feel so goddamn amazing,” George’s voice was strained, his arms shaking on either side of my head. I wrapped my legs around his hips and let him settle against me. His cock slipped all the way in, and we both moaned into one another’s mouths. “Fuck, Basil.”
“That’s the plan, Daddy,” I rocked as much as I could, and he finally started to thrust. “Yes, fill my hole, claim me.”
“Such a dirty mouth for someone who had never had dick before he met me,” George teased, giving me long, hard, deep thrusts. “I bet you were a virgin.”
“Yes, you corrupted me, Daddy,” I managed to get out before he targeted my prostate.
