He’s moaning and panting by the time I thumb his mouth wider, letting my cockhead rest on his lips, watching his tongue flicker out and delve into my piss slit. I’ve been heavy with need this whole time, but now I find I don’t want to rush. I let him suckle on my crown, his tongue tracing the ridge, pulling me deeper in.
He reaches behind to pull my hips closer, but I seize his wrists. “Take your time,” I grit out. I began this hoping to makehimremember it for the rest of his life, but I, too, will need the memory to hold on to when he’s gone.
I keep hold of his wrists, let him suck me deeper into his mouth, watching with interest as his spent cock, wet and pink, begins to twitch again. I think of him coming again while he sucks me and that, along with the slide of his tongue around my shaft, makes me even harder in his mouth. He chokes a little, and I pull back reluctantly, watching his belly heave as he pulls in air.
And still his dick continues to plump out.
With a mewl, he invites me in again, and I slide slowly back into his mouth. There’s no chance he’ll take me to the hilt; Teddy is, most certainly, inexperienced. But the very clumsiness of the way that he sucks me feeds my desire. I still have his wrists in my hands, squeezing hard on them as I battle my instinct to thrust. I guide one of his hands to wrap his fingers around his own dick, and encourage him, silently. He understands immediately what I want, moaning around my flesh as he strokes his own into fullness.
I run my hands over his body, find his nipples again, and pinch them hard between my fingertips. He really does like it, his hips squirming, his cock getting harder and harder. I leave one hand caressing and twisting at his nipples, and the other I wrap around his throat. I can feel the muscles contracting, shifting as he swallows me. His silken hair brushes my legs, and I push a little further in, provoking another choke. But this time he recovers easily, stretching out his neck, the breath gusting from his nose and warming my balls. Another few inches, and I could have his nose pressed into them—but it won’t happen tonight.
I pull back a little, find the balance of his comfort and my need, a shallow but enthusiastic blow job. My eyes are fixed on his cock, the fast-moving hand as he strokes with urgency. One more twist of his nipples does it. He goes still, hips straining up, his hand milking his cock as he begins to come, shooting strings across his body.
The sight of it makes me shiver all over, and I peak along with him, unloading a long, slow, sweet orgasm into his willing mouth. He swallows it all down and I run a hand over the mess he’s made on himself, slathering my fingers with his cream and sucking them off as my cock begins to soften in his mouth. He waits patiently, submissively, and I stay there in his mouth a little longer than I normally might.
When I finally withdraw, he makes a disappointed noise that tugs at my heart, makes me want to comfort him. “Sit up,topolino,” I tell him tenderly, and then I help him move around on the table, pull him close to hug against my heart.
“Your clothes,” he says, muffled in my chest. “They’ll get…sticky.”
I laugh again at that. “Clothes can be laundered, but the afterglow only lasts a short while.”
He gives a hum and hugs me tighter as I stroke through his soft, golden hair. The endorphins must have me dazed, because for a moment, I imagine a future for us. A future forthis, a sweet and uncomplicated bond that we would strengthen over time, with care and with joy…
But it’s foolish to even think it.
The selfish part of me cries out, whining at the unfairness of it. Iwantto keep him, to have him in my bed whenever I want, to have him get his knees for me each day at the breakfast table, so that I might start the day with this peace in my heart.
How many Family wars might be averted if I felt this warm glow all the time?
I pull him closer, kiss the top of his head, and we stay there, uncaringly sticky and breathing in time with each other for a long moment.
The peace is broken, however, by a soft footfall outside the door. I turn my head sharply, listening hard.
Was it my imagination?
“What is it?” Teddy asks sleepily.
“I thought I heard…” I listen for another moment, but there are no further sounds. “Nothing,tesoro. Nothing at all.” I find his pajamas, help him back into them. “Let’s go up to bed.”
Perhaps itwasmy imagination, the noise at the door. But it’s a reminder that there is still a murderer out there somewhere.
For the first time it occurs to me that the killer might not be satisfied with the elimination of my father. He may seek to eliminateme, as well—just as PacSyn did, the very day after my father’s death.
And if Teddy is near me when an attempt is made…
I must send him home as soon as possible, for his own safety.
CHAPTER29
TEDDY
When I wakethe next morning, Alessandro is still there in the bed with me. I come to gentle consciousness, the dream of his embrace slipping into reality: he’s holding me close, his legs and arms around me, possessive, comforting.
“Good morning,” he says, as I shift and yawn.
“Good morning.” My voice is raspy, my throat a little sore when I swallow. I twist in Alessandro’s arms, and as soon as my mouth is in range, he kisses me hungrily, as though he’s been waiting forever. I let him devour my mouth as I take in all the little aches and throbs throughout my body: my nipples, so tender that I hiss when his hand merely brushes over them; my throat, thick and uncomfortable; my asshole—not sore, but I’m veryawareof it, like it’s still a little puffy after what happened last night.
What happened last night. I give a happy shiver at the memory of Alessandro’s mouth on me, his eyes boring into mine as I watched him eat me, watched my body give in to him, come apart for him.
