“I just want you to be… happy.” The word feels strange on my lips, almost awkward.
He lifts onto his tiptoes; his lips press against mine. My hands slide around his shoulder and tug against his hair. The towel drops between us, pooling on the floor, and I step closer. I kiss him harder, and I lean into him, making him back up, crashing him against the wall.
His eyes are blown, and he licks his lips. I step back and tug his trunks down. I unzip my fly and pull my dick out from the confines of my trousers. Leaning down. I slip my hand under his thigh. I then pick the other up, lifting him off the ground, he yelps as his feet leave the floor, but he relaxes and the look he gives me makes my blood heat, my dick pulse, and my heart if I had one pound in my chest.
Resting on my forearms, I roll my hands around to his thighs and push them back, his legs dangle, my hands gripping his thighs, my fingers digging in and spreading them.
He’s bared open for me, and it’s such a glorious sight. His hands grip my shoulders as my dick nudges at his ass, and his eyes widen. I lean in. It’s dry, it’s gonna be tight, but he’s spread open for me so fucking beautifully. I can’t resist. Lifting him higher. He squeals as his back slides up the wall. I push against his thighs, folding them back further on themselves. His ass is straight in my face, and I dive in tongue first. He screams out as I thrust my tongue inside his ass. I lick and suck and spear my tongue in and out, spitting against him. He writhes; his hand wraps around his own dick, his other hand gripping harder against my shoulder, and he slides his hand back and forth against his solid shaft. I thrust my tongue in harder, his head lolls back against the wall.
I lower him back down. I line my hips up, my tip presses against his ass, and I push forward. He gasps as I press harder, leaning in, until I feel myself push inside.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight, lil’ lamb.”
I inch in until I’m seated fully, and I take a breath, leaning my head against his chest.
“Bellino,” he gasps. My gaze looks up to meet his. I pull out and slam against him. He squeals out for me, and I smile as I crash my hips against him. His legs hang over my arms as I grip his cheeks spreading him open for me. His back is pushed harder against the wall. I pull out and slam back into him. “Fuck, Bellino, you’re so fucking deep,” he whispers on a groan.
I grin at him and crash into him again. I have him wedged, and I look down and watch where we meet. My dick sliding in and out of his tight hole, the way his ass grips me so tight and pulls me in—I can see the muscle clench around me, and I groan.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last like this.”
“Bellino. I need to cum, please.”
I pull out of him, dropping his feet to the floor, and he whimpers. Spinning him around, and he yelps as I grip the back of his neck and thrust into him again. Sliding my hands to his hips, keeping him tilted over for a few seconds while I fuck hard into him, but then I slow. I reach around his body and take his dick into my hand.
Wrapping the other hand around his stomach, holding him against me as I fuck him and slide my hand over his dick at the same time. One hand slides up onto the wall, holding himself against it. The other reaches back and grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I bite down on his shoulder. I pummel into him. I grunt with every thrust. My hips piston into him as he gasps and squirms against me. I feel him clench around me.
“Fuck, lil’ lamb, come with me.”
“Bellino,” he yelps as hot streams of cum flood over my hand, coating my fingers slipping around my palm as I crash into his beautiful, tight ass over and over until I spill inside him, biting down on his shoulder as I cum hard.
As we both come down, I slide in and out so slowly before pulling out and causing him to shudder. His head resting against me, and his breathing stutters as his eyes flutter closed. I lift my hand and lick my fingers, groaning at the taste of him, and he turns in my arms. His hand slides into the hair at the back of my neck. His lips hover over mine before he whispers out almost inaudibly, “I love you, Bellino.”
I pull back, but he crashes his lips to mine, and I wrap my arms around him, getting lost in the fact that this man, the one I would die for, loves me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say the words, but I do I feel it. I don’t hate him the most.
Leonardo
Chapter Thirty-Five
I did it. I slogged. I worked until the early hours to catch up. Bellino sat with me, pushing me to keep going. Helping me keep motivated with promises of sexual favours if I did a little more, worked a little harder, put in an extra hour or two. It worked.
I’m here. We’re all sitting outside in the sun at the side of the stage. I can see my security detail out of the corner of my eye, but I try not to acknowledge them. I’m waiting for him. He promised he would be here. I feel nervous. My palms are sweating. My head’s hot under my hat, the scratchy gown making me irritable, but in all honesty, it’s nothing to do with the outfit. It’s the fact that I need him and he’s not here. I blow out a breath and try to calm my disappointment. I stare down at the floor. We were supposed to start five minutes ago, so he’salready late; he’s clearly not coming. Trying not to cry, trying to breathe through it all.
Mumbles and whispers start echoing around the grounds, and the sound of a vehicle driving painfully slowly trickles through the mounting interruption. When I look up, the massive SUV with blacked-out windows pulls up behind the seating.
Two armed guards step out and around the vehicle, opening the door. My breath catches in my throat. It’s like he’s in slow motion. Rising like some kind of god dressed in a black suit, his dark sunglasses reflect the sunlight, and he fastens the button of his jacket, pulling taut across his bulging muscles, as he looks around the space. He takes a step forward.
There’s movement behind him as Vittorio climbs out, looking just as deadly but not quite as sexy. Wearing a charcoal suit is slightly softer than Bellino’s look, but damn, he steps to the side and reaches inside the vehicle.
Arianna takes his hand and steps out of the car. She is stunning, elegant in a pencil skirt and white blouse, her bug-eyed sunglasses frame her face, and her dark, soft curls flow behind her. All three of them together look terrifying. Her beauty doesn’t distract from the aura she emits.
The guard closes the door, and Bellino strides down the aisle. The guards step beside him, and Arianna and Vittorio follow behind. Gasps fill the outdoor space, and whispers create a dull hum. Although I can’t see his eyes, his gaze locks on mine. He stalks towards the front where there are empty seats, and I now realise they had them reserved. I swallow hard, but he walks straight past the empty seating while the others take their seats. He walks straight towards me. Everyone watching. Everyone falls silent as he reaches me.
I stand up. I whisper, “You came.” I try to hold my voice steady, but it wavers slightly and he gives me the tiniest of grins.
“I’ll always come.” His gruff voice sets my skin alight, and he reaches forward. Slipping his arm effortlessly around my waist, he yanks me forward crashing me against his body. His lips crash against mine.
I hear the mumble of voices, gasps and coos, but I melt into him, the sound suddenly forgotten along with the hundreds of people watching us. My arms wrap around his neck as his tongue owns my mouth. He nips at my bottom lip and tugs it before giving me a smirk.
