A little later, as I sink into his body, I mutter a prayer of thanks to whichever devil or angel has granted me the life I have now.
Teddy’s legs wrap around my waist, jerking as I press my cockhead past his ring. I give him a moment to adjust, nuzzling at his ear. “I meant to tell you,topolino,” I murmur. “Tonight you have the honor of getting fucked by theofficialDon Castellani.”
His ass tightens in his surprise, making me hiss. “They took their—oh—their vows tonight?”
“They did.” I look down at the space between us, watching the curve of my cock disappear into the pink skin, deeper and deeper until I am fully sheathed in his hot flesh.
I push his hair back from his face, looking into his eyes. “I love you, Teddy.”
“I love you, too, Alessandro,” he pants, wriggling around.
“Good. Now stop moving. You’re only teasing me, and I need a hard fuck.” His hips tilt up as I start to thrust faster, my balls slapping against him with each stroke. I watch his eyes, his lashes fluttering as he grunts and moans, his body trembling with each thrust. I love seeing him like this, so vulnerable, so trusting, somine. I love feeling him spasm beneath me, his legs trying to pull me in deeper.
He whimpers and I can tell he’s close, his muscles clenching around me. I hold him there, prolonging the moment for both of us by slowing my strokes, building up the tension until he tries to speed up. “No, you just lie there and take it,” I tell him, drunk on the sensations. “And after I fill you up, I’m going to take my time sucking it back out. What do you think, little teddy bear? Can your ass handle all that?”
It’s close to one of the fantasies he shared online, and he shoots me a suspicious look until I lean in to kiss him, and pick up the pace. I force the most delightful noises out of him as I pound in and out, my thighs burning from the effort, my balls aching with the need for release. I lift up a little, get a hand around his cock, watching his head roll back. His ass tenses on me, tight as a vise—and then he starts coming.
“That’s my good boy,” I murmur as I milk him carefully. “All of it for me. I want every last drop of your cream.”
He’s almost crying by the time I let his dick fall from my hand. I go back to the deep, slow thrusts that I like best, the ones that drag over his most sensitive nerves, serving him mingled pleasure and pain.
“Please come,” he pleads. “Please, Alessandro, I can’t take it anymore—”
My hips snap forward of their own accord at his breathless begging, and I plunge into the depths of him, unloading with a shout of pleasure.
“You jerk,” he pants a few moments later. “Youdidread my DMs.”
I chuckle, pulling out with a wince. “How could I resist,amore mio? They were so wonderfully detailed.”
There’s a glint in his sapphire eyes. “So are you going to do what you said, and suck it all back out of me?”
I give a laugh that turns into a groan. “Perhaps another time, eh? It’s been a long day. Right now, I just want to hold you close and revel in how lucky I am.”
“Mm,” he agrees. “But after we clean up.”
We each stumble to the bathroom, then flop back on the bed, cuddling close.
“It’s time for pizza,” Teddy mumbles into the pillow at last. “My treat.” And then he giggles. “Remember the first time I met your mom, and she asked if I was a treat or a trick?”
I hiss between my teeth. “That woman,” I murmur. “The nerve of her…”
“Sheisyour mom,” Teddy points out. “She was looking out for you, that’s all. You know, she keeps trying to find out stuff from me about you? Where you’re going, what you’re doing—”
“And you don’t tell her anything,” I say firmly.
“Of course not. I don’t think she expected me to be such a good liar. But I had a lot of practice from my own mother.” He drops in silence, and I hold him close, wishing that I could erase that sad, hollow part of his life. But when he speaks again, it seems he hasn’t been thinking about his own mother at all. “Alessandro…did you ever find out what your mom was doing here in LA?” He turns over in my arms. “She was here all those days before your father died. Did she ever say why?”
I look down into his puzzled blue eyes with a mounting unease. “She did not,” I say at last. “I didn’t ask,” I add, which is closer to the truth.
“I wonder what she was doing here,” he says softly, eyes moving from mine to the view of Los Angeles spread out before us.
I wonder, too.
But then Teddy smiles his lovely smile and says: “Time for pizza.”
I laugh. “Yes,tesoro. All the pizza you can eat.”
I can worry about my mother some other day. She’s finally gone back to Italy, after all—out of my hair, out of Castellani business.
