He pulls off of me. Leaving my cock bare. Wet with his saliva and throbbing with heat.
I open my eyes to glare at him, ready to snarl a command.
But the sight of him fucking himself destroys all my thoughts. His head is down and I can only see his silky dark hair. But I can see his thighs are trembling. I can hear that he is panting.
My balls tighten. Fuck. I might be able to cum hands-free. Just from watching Ginni. This is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen.
Ginni whimpers. My hips lift in response and I groan helplessly as reality hits me. I’m close, so very close, but I’m not going to be able to cum like this.
“Ginni…”
It was meant to be an order, a sharp reprimand, but it’s come out sounding like a plea. I’m begging and it’s pathetic.
Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I need to cum so badly. It’s not a want or a nice-to-have, it’s a need. As essential as oxygen. I’m going to fucking die if I don’t cum right now.
“Ginni!”
His head lifts up. His eyes are so dark. His cheeks are so flushed. His hips are rocking and rocking.
“You need to admit you want me,” he pants. “Say it out loud, Carlo. Say that you want me.”
This little shit. He is a fucking menace and a fiend. I yank on the chains and growl.
Ginni puffs his lips up and blows cold air onto my wet cock. I yell as my hips bounce futilely on the mattress.
“Fine! Have it your fucking way! I want you Ginni! I fucking want you!”
The smile he gives me is supernova. Bright enough to burn through my eyeballs and reach the back of my skull.
A scream fills the air. It’s mine. Ginni has swallowed my cock, all the way down in one swift, flawless move. Holy Mary Mother of Jesus.
I yell again as Ginni sucks on my cock. Hard and insistent, as if my balls contain milkshake, and he is trying to suck it right out of my dick.
My orgasm detonates. My nuts release. All my pent-up arousal flows through my cock and down Ginni’s throat. He moans. He shakes. Oh fuck, he is cumming too. His hands are on either side of my hips, so he is cumming hands-free. Something in his ass, and my cock in his mouth is enough for him to shoot his load.
It’s perfect. It shouldn’t be, but it is. It’s the most perfect thing I have ever experienced.
And now it’s official.
This boy is going to be the death of me.
Chapter eight
Ginni
I’m dancing back from the bathroom, my entire body still humming with satisfaction and joy. What we just shared was absolutely perfect, even better than I’d imagined during all those lonely nights planning our future together. Carlo looked so beautiful when he finally stopped fighting and let himself feel everything I was giving him.
He’s lying against the pillows now, looking thoroughly debauched and slightly stunned, like he can’t quite believe what just happened between us. His hair is mussed, his cheeks are flushed, and there’s something new in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Something softer, more open.
Progress. Beautiful, undeniable progress.
“That was amazing,” I sigh happily, settling beside him on the bed and tracing gentle patterns on his chest. “You’re so responsive, so perfect. I knew we’d be incredible together.”
Carlo makes a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a sigh. “Ginni...”
“I know, I know,” I interrupt, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “It’s overwhelming. All these new feelings, this connection between us. But you don’t have to say anything right now. Just let yourself feel it.”
I can see him struggling with what just happened, trying to reconcile his previous resistance with the way his body responded to my touch. It’s adorable how hard he’s fighting against something so natural, so right.
