I’m studying him the whole time as he keeps his gaze firmly on my cock. A few beads of sweat emerge on his forehead and I track them as theyslide down the sides of his face. I know now that every time I see him sweat in the gym I’m going to be thinking of this, of how he fucked me.
“Show me,” Marcello says and that snaps my attention to his fist on me. “Help me get you off.”
When my hand wraps around his, I notice my breathing slows. Which is unusual considering how aroused I am and how emotionally wound up I feel. And yet he just has this calming effect on me.
I squeeze his grip so it tightens and I keep the tension on both our fingers as I start to guide him in stroking my dick. When he starts to also press into me with those slow but deep and oh so intentional thrusts, I can’t help but close my eyes and tip my head back, enjoying every single sensation.
“Is it… okay?” Marcello asks and I hear how he’s slightly out of breath. I’ll remember that too the next time he’s running beside me or gasping after a gruelling set.
“More than,” I tell him, opening my eyes and holding his gaze.
“Can you… could you come? Because, sweet fucking Jesus, I’m dying here trying not to,” he says in a clumsy rush.
“I think I will,” I say, and I squeeze his fingers a little more, speeding up the strokes slightly.
“Fuck, please, baby, please come,” he begs and I discover that I like Marcello whimpering for me as much as I like him dishing out orders or using his stern, bossy voice with me.
A drop of his sweat lands on my chest and I find my spare hand moving without volition, scooping it up and putting it in my mouth. I suck on the finger that carried it there and Marcello studies it so intently he’s frowning.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” he grits out and I feel him swell inside me, filing me more than before. His torso shudders and he releases my hand, moving that arm so it can support himself above me. More Italian curse words spill out of his mouth as he spills inside me, inside the condom.
With the salt of his sweat on my tongue I watch him collapse into his orgasm, his face going slack and his body trembling again. I keep pumping my hand around my dick and just when I think I’m not going to come, but not feeling disheartened about it because this…thisis more than enough, he opens his eyes and stares at me, a look that seems to peer into a part of me I have kept buried and silent and lost inside me.
“What are you doing to me, baby?” he asks, fracturing that part of me, and I explode from the inside out.
I feel my whole body light up and expand, as if reaching for him, but I daren’t move my limbs. My chest fills with something stronger and more substantial than air and I hold my breath, keeping it inside me. My legs straighten out and tense, muscles flexing more than if I was posing in a mirror. And then, only then, do I finally feel my orgasm hit me. Like lightning and thunder. Like sunshine and rain. Like wind and fog. It’s both beautiful and brutal. It rids me of my breath, my sight, and I swear, for a brief moment, my consciousness.
I don’t remember closing my eyes, and I don’t recall letting my dick go, but I’m opening my eyes when I feel Marcello’s hand on me, milking me as I return to the bed, to his body above mine and to my cum painting my stomach white.
We both watch this until long after it’s finished, Marcello gently returning my cock to my stomach where it twitches once, twice. I take in the mess we made. I feel more droplets of his perspiration drip onto me. I’m aware of my breathing returning to a rushed but regular rhythm.
“I’m sorry,” Marcello says and my eyebrows pull closer together in confusion, but before I have a chance to ask what he’s sorry for, he comes crashing down on top of me.
“I couldn’t hold it any longer,” he says as explanation.
I wrap my arms around him and rest my legs on top of his. My eyes closed again, wanting to commit this moment to memory. My tongue feels heavy with all the things I want to say to him, all the feelings thatrushed to the surface just a moment ago. But I swallow them all down, tuck them back into that part of me that I will bury and silence and lose inside me once more
“Just as well it’s arm day tomorrow,” I say instead.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Marcello
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like I only closed my eyes ten minutes ago. And not in a good way. It literally feels like I’ve only had ten minutes sleep. Often that’s because I have only managed to have four or five hours sleep after I stayed up all night gaming or scrolling or simply staring at the ceiling until my mind finally decides to shut down. Other times, I wake up and I am tired because it was a long but fitful night. Lots of waking up, rolling over, going to the toilet, tossing and turning. Rarely do I wake up and feel like I’ve slept well, like I’m rested, like I have enough energy to face the day ahead.
But that’s exactly how I feel when I wake up, naked in Giles’ bed.
I have no idea how much time has passed since I collapsed into Giles’ arms but that’s my last conscious memory before I assume sleep came for me. And what a memory it is. I haven’t felt that safe, that cared for, thatrightin a long, long time. Maybe that’s why I simply slipped into a slumber I know my body and brain always need.
Now, though, I’m not in Giles’ arms. I’m alone.
Turning to look at the pillow next to mine, I don’t see any sign that Giles slept or even laid down next to me; the sheets are tucked in neatly and there’s no dent where his head would have laid. I pull the duvet down and see I’m clean, no sign of the mess I know I spread all over both our bodies when I crashed down onto Giles. And even more embarrassingly, I note that the condom I came in has gone. Bringing a hand to my genitals, I feel clean, fresh.
Merda, did Giles clean me up?
It’s a mortifying thought that has me cringing, but also my heart swelling, smiling possibly. I don’t think I’ve ever had the sensation of my heart smiling. Not until I met Giles.
It’s the same sensation I had when I first slid inside him. It’s the same sensation I felt when his fingers guided mine to jerking him off. It’s the same sensation that overwhelmed me when I saw him come just seconds after I had one of the best orgasms of my life.
