“Did I hurt you last night?” he asks hoarsely.
“No.” I shake my head when he seems unconvinced. “No, you didn’t, I just bruise easy, I guess. It’s fine! Really!” I give the brightest smile I can, but Alessandro seems unbearablysad. He bends his head to kiss the inside of both my wrists, eyes closed.
But when they open again, they’re twin burning embers. “Up,” he says, lifting me bodily until my feet find the low, tiled seat that runs under the chest-high window set into the shower. He runs a hand between my thighs and they open for him at once, my hands on his shoulders to keep balance. “Here, too,” he murmurs, his fingers running up and down my tender inner thighs, pausing at the similar marks there.
The memory of him kissing me there, sucking there, and then making his way inexorably toward my asshole… My hands tighten on his shoulders.
He looks up into my face. “I’d like to say goodbye to you, too, little mouse,” he says in a low voice. “One last kiss, then, before you leave.” He gathers me into his arms, lifting me off the bench, and I throw my arms around his neck, startled. But he has me safe and secure as he lets me down to the floor again, and then his mouth crushes down on mine.
I can feel regret behind his kiss. Regret andneed.
He pulls me under the water with him, then breaks the kiss to turn me around, pressing my front against the glass side of the shower. I can feel him sliding against me, his dick poking into my lower back, his hand cupping between my legs. I’m already hard for him, too, mindlessly trying to hump at his hand, get some traction, while he sucks and kisses his way down the side of my neck. He keeps me pressed where he wants me with one shoulder, and then I feel his fingers, slippery and teasing, sliding their way into my crack.
I jerk hard when his fingers find my asshole, and he gives a dark chuckle in my ear.
Oh, God. Will he fuck me here? Like this? I’m as horny as I am terrified, pressing back, try to get his finger into me, but his hand is already moving away, sliding between my cheeks in a regular, soothing motion. “I told you,” he says into my ear. “One last kiss goodbye.”
Confused but willing, I let him soap me up, clean me thoroughly. He takes up the secondary, hand-held shower head to spray me down. I give a shiver as he parts my cheeks and presses the water close against my asshole. The drumming sensation makes me gasp, bend a little to get more of it against my sensitive ring.
But Alessandro puts the shower head back in place and turns me around, looking down at my obvious excitement. “Such a pretty little piece. Mine is not so lovely, but I think you like it just the same, eh?” And before I can reply, he gathers both of our cocks in his one hand, pulling me close with the other arm around my lower back. “Yes, I think you like it,” he murmurs in my ear. “I think you do.”
I hang on to his neck as he works us both in a slow, firm grip, pulling noises from me that I’ve never made before. And the whole time, he whispers into my ear, dirty, filthy things that make my knees shake, about how lovely I looked last night with his cock—this cock right here—down my throat, how delicious I tasted on his tongue, the best dessert he’s ever had, how much he wants to fuck me, to drive deep into me and coat me inside so that I’ll know he owns me, inside and out…
I’m driven up to my toes, wobbling around as my need builds. With anyone else I might worry about my footing, but he has me tight around the waist, his feet wide and firm, a steady anchor as I bob around at the edge of orgasm.
But then he stops, suddenly, and lifts me again, swinging me around and planting my feet on the seat below the window—but this time my ass is to him, my chest pressed up against the thick glass.
“Is there anyone out there?” he asks casually, his hands moving my feet apart, pulling my asscheeks wide.
“I—yes,” I squeak out, as I catch sight of not one, not two, butthreeguards, two near the door, one walking along the gravel pathway. And then I arch my back, startled, as I feel his nose between my cheeks. “They’llsee,” I gasp out.
If any one of them were to glance up—if something up here catches their attention—they’ll see me, my naked, wet chest splayed against the window, which thankfully doesn’t dropquitelow enough to display below the waist—but it won’t matter, because they’ll be able to tell from my face that Alessandro is doing something sexy and dirty and amazing to me if he starts doing—
That.
“They’llsee,” I puff again, but my body doesn’t seem to care, pressing back onto Alessandro’s greedy tongue as it wriggles over my asshole. His only response is a muffled,Good, as he keeps licking up and down my crack.
I give in. I actuallyfeelmyself giving in, feel the fight and the embarrassment and the awkwardness melt away like snow under the heat of Alessandro Castellani. I can’t resist him. I don’twantto resist him.
It’s not just a replay of last night, the way he teases and sucks at me; here in the morning light, it’s somehow even sexier. Or maybe it’s just the risk of being seen… I gasp as his fingers wrap around my shaft, caress me.
“Are you close, little mouse?” He turns me carefully, my cock so hard it butts into his face. He opens his mouth, lets my dick drag over his tongue, watching my reaction. I nod, biting my lip hard as his tongue pats over my slit. “Good.”
He moves forward, his mouth engulfing me slowly, eyes on me the entire time—and I can’t look away.
The great, the bold, the dangerous Alessandro Castellani is suckingmydick. He barely has to pump his head back and forth before I cry out, my orgasm almost painful as it erupts from me. He swallows it without hesitation, letting me pull out when I quickly reach over-sensitivity, catching me as my knees buckle. He seats me on the tiled bench, leaning over me with one hand on the wall. I’m shivering by now, although the heat of the water makes the whole shower warm.
He looks down, takes my chin in his hand and tips it up. “Like that,” he murmurs. “Let me see that pretty face.” And then he reaches down to start stroking himself, only leaving off to guide my face back up when I try to look down and watch him. “No,” he says softly. “Sit still.”
I sit as still as I can, watching him as he looks me over, watching his chest begin to heave as he gets close.
“Open,” he tells me, breathing hard, and I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, hoping, wanting…
He sprays me with a deep groan, watching as his cream fills up my mouth, drips down my chin, splatters into my lap. My hands itch to move, to rub his essence deep into my skin, but after a few moments of staring down at me, Alessandro puts a finger under my chin and pushes my mouth closed. I swallow as he pulls me up gently, and takes us both back under the shower head.
He’s smiling so tenderly that I feel like being bold. “I thought you said one lastkiss.”
With a smirk, he shrugs. “I didn’t saywhere.”
