I’d issued him an order, and those dark eyes of his had flared with heated desire, the same way they used to. He licked his lips and gave me a wicked smirk before leaning in and giving me exactly what I wanted, sucking my cock into his mouth.
The sensation was more than I could’ve prepared for.
My hand slapped against the wall as a gasp of pure pleasure escaped me, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from gripping his strands tight. That didn’t deter him at all; my reaction seemed to spur him on, his hand coming up to grip my cock as he took me deeper down his throat.
Every thought about why we shouldn’t be doing this had been firmly shoved into a locked box the second I let Alessio inside. I could give him one night. Seeing him today after he’d shut me out had made me desperate for more of him, and I couldn’t say that I wouldn’t have ended up on his doorstep if he hadn’t come to mine.
“Alessio…” I breathed, overwhelmed by how many emotions were coursing through me. It was never just physical with him,never could be. Our souls were intertwined, which only made tonight more intense on every level.
One hand cupped and gently pulled my balls; the other slid up and down my cock. He was devouring me like a man starved, and I wouldn’t be able to stay upright on my already-shaky legs for much longer. No way I wouldn’t come inside his perfect mouth if he continued. I’d thought I had more restraint, but all the time apart and my own burning need to get more of him had me drawing him off me.
His brows knitted together, and I didn’t realize I was breathing so hard until I said, “On the bed.”
Then his eyes gleamed with mischief, and he licked across my slit before standing.
“You taste even better than I remember.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, memories of him and us back then filling the room and all the empty years between us like we’d never been apart. I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him to me, crushing my mouth to his.
Alessio’s lips parted, inviting me inside, and I entered without hesitation, sweeping my tongue around his warm interior. Sweet, tempting, and decadent, that was how he tasted, and just like when we were teens, one taste was never enough. I threaded my fingers through that long, silky hair, pulling him in even closer, and when Alessio’s teeth scraped over my lower lip and bit down, a growl rumbled out of my chest.
“Mmm.” He ran his fingers down my face, over the scruff of my beard. “I like this.”
I angled my head to the side as he kissed his way down to my jaw and then bit it gently.
“You don’t know how often I’ve dreamed of this.” He nipped along my jawline and down my neck. “How many times I’ve gotten myself off thinking about you.”
My cock throbbed as he dragged his tongue along my skin, and when he brought his hands up to touch my chest, I stiffened.
Alessio lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, seeking permission.
I swallowed and nodded, my breathing harsh as he slowly reached out, and when his fingers brushed over one of the bars piercing my nipples, I moaned.
“So fucking sexy,” Alessio muttered, and then smirked. “I know. I know. I’ll apologize for my filthy mouth at my next confession. But until then”—he lowered his head and flicked his tongue out over my sensitive skin—“I’m going to drive you wild with it.”
He gently bit down on the bar and sucked, and the hands I had in his hair automatically twisted and tightened, because wow… Justwow.
I’d gotten these as a way to keep myself in check, to punish myself for lusting—and yes,I admit, I lusted—after my friend who’d re-entered my life. But as Alessio flicked, licked, and sucked both pieces, I had to let go of his hair and grab hold of my dick. That teasing and tormenting mouth was wreaking absolute havoc on my quickly diminishing control.
“Alessio…” I said, tugging his head back, “get on the bed, or this is about to be over.”
“No.” He leaned in and bit down on my lower lip, the bite of pain quickly soothed by his licking across it. “We’re just getting started.”
He bent down, grabbing something out of his pants pocket on the floor—a packet of lube and a condom. As he backed away, he gave me a sexy smile that had my cock reacting, and then he climbed onto the bed, giving me a prime view of his delicious ass before lying back, thighs spread and his dick hard and flushed.
For a long moment, I could only stare.
Alessio was here. In my small room, on my even smaller bed that barely fit one body, never mind two, and he was laid out for me in an invitation I couldn’t resist. God knew I’d done that for long enough, and now not even He could stop me.
Deep in my bones I felt the pull to Alessio, stronger than any fleeting desire or temptation. I’d felt it the day we met, even if I hadn’t been able to put it into words or actions for years, something there that tied us together. It was why I’d had to leave, to put an ocean between us. If he’d been close I might’ve given in, shown up on his doorstep, begged him to take me back. I would’ve forsaken all the promises I was making to God for one more night with him.
The same way I was doing now.
Alessio cocked his head, lazily stroking his dick as he ran his eyes down over me. “There are two problems in this room.”
I barely heard a word he said, too busy memorizing his body and the way it had changed since the last time I’d seen him naked. “Hmm?”
“One, you’re wearing too many clothes.” He fisted his length, his thumb making circles around the head. “Two, you’re thinking way too fucking hard. And you’re too far away.”
