“You’re Marco’s little brother,” Carlo blurts. “You’re family.”
“I’m not your family,” I say softly. “I’m not your brother or your cousin or your responsibility. I’m just a man who’s been in love with you since I was sixteen years old.”
Carlo’s eyes grow even wider. Color blooms again on his cheeks. Sweat beads his brow. He really is fighting so hard, bless him.
My hand moves towards him. His arms jerk, straining against the handcuffs, making the metal clang.
“Shh,” I reassure him. “Let me rock your world.”
“Ginni!” he snaps. “I will escape, you know I will, and if you do this, I will kill you! I’ll have to. For my name, my reputation!”
His eyes are like two fiery pits. The deep brown has turned molten. I meet his furious gaze. I lean forward and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock.
He jolts. The whites of his eyes show. His mouth forms an O.
“You won’t have to kill me if you don’t tell anyone,” I say sweetly. “It can be our little secret.”
His cock thickens in my hand. I bite my bottom lip. This already feels amazing. All my fantasies brought to life. I’m finally, finally, touching Carlo’s cock.
My lube-covered hand glides up his length, tugging on it. Then, I slide back down.
His lungs stutter. His eyes scrunch up tight. But his cock can’t pretend.
It’s growing. Swelling. Filling. Getting heavier and hotter. It loves my touch. Almost as much as I love touching it.
I move my hand. Again and again. A steady, relentless rhythm. In no time at all, he is fully hard. Glistening with lube. The squelching sound is exquisite.
Carlo’s jaw has slackened with pleasure. His nostrils are flaring. All of his skin is flushed. He looks dreamy like this. Magnificent. Everything a boy could want.
I let out a happy little sigh. I have never been so full of joy. I knew Carlo was the man for me.
My hand works. I watch Carlo intently. Mapping every hitch of his breath. Every twitch of his hips. I need to learn him. So I can be perfect for him.
I tear my gaze away from his face to look down. A perfect bead of precum has formed on his slit. It is irresistible.
My hand keeps working as I lower my head. Using my mouth is for later. But I have to taste him.
Carefully, I poke out my tongue. I can catch his precum without touching him.
I inch closer and closer. I can feel the heat of him on my face. Smell his manly scent.
Suddenly, he gasps. His hips lift, and the tip of my tongue brushes against his cockhead. The precum soaks into my tongue, but there is no time to savor it because Carlo is yelling and now his actual cum is spurting out.
Oh well, this is more fun than a cloth.
I open wide and angle my mouth to catch it all. I keep my hand moving until I’m utterly certain I have milked every last drop.
He is writhing now. Whimpers that sound like pain. My poor oversensitive love.
I release him and sit up while wiping my mouth with the back of my spare hand.
Carlo is breathing heavily. Lungs heaving.
“See? That was lovely, wasn’t it?” I beam.
His eyes open. Dark and feral. Angry and wanting. A dangerous beast whose cage I’ve just rattled.
I squeal and wriggle. My nipples harden against the fabric of my top. Carlo’s eyes are full of all kinds of promises, and I love every single one of them.
