“Don’t be sorry,” he said, his voice gruff as he flipped open the lid of the bottle and poured some into his hand. “And don’t you dare stop. That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. You fucking my bed.”
Heat bloomed on my cheeks. “I wasn’t?—”
“Yeah, you were. You were fucking my bed because it smells like me.” He stroked a slippery fist up his stiff cock then knelt on the end of the mattress. “And I’m going to fuck you because you smell like you…and me.”
I groaned and buried my face back in his pillow, so turned on that I was worried I would come all over his covers before he even got to that part. Then I felt his warm lips and tongue on my calf, kissing and licking their way up to the back of my knee, and the erotic sensation had me rocking against the bed.
“Fuck yes,” Alessio said as he smoothed his slick hands up the backs of my thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”
I did what he asked without hesitation, widening my straddle so he could move up behind me. When I felt his large hands on my ass, plumping and spreading my cheeks, I wrapped my arms around his pillow and moaned into it.
“Oh no you don’t,” Alessio said, then nipped at my left cheek. “I want to hear how you’re feeling—don’t hide it from me. I’ve dreamed about it for way too fucking long to be denied now.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond, though, because then Alessio was right there, spreading me wide so he could flatten his tongue over my entrance.
A guttural sound I barely recognized tumbled out of me as his nimble tongue teased and tormented my body, pushing at the tight ring of muscle. He was relentless in his sensual assault, the pleasure from his warm, wet tongue making my toes curl as he added a thumb to stretch me. When he pushed his middle and index fingers inside and started to scissor me open, I cursed.
Alessio froze and lifted his head, clearly as shocked as I was to hearthatword leave my mouth.
But then I heard a triumphant chuckle. “Is it bad I like that I made you say that?”
“Probably.” I shoved my hips up to his face again. “But why don’t you show me how bad you can really be?”
An immoral smirk tilted his lips. Lips I wanted back on menow.
“My fucking pleasure.”
No,I thought as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue along the heated strip of skin between my cheeks,it’smypleasure—and continued to be as his fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves inside and massaged it until I nearly exploded all over the bed.
But as if he knew I’d almost reached my limit, Alessio kissed his way up my back until he was flush against me, then trailed his lips along my shoulder to the crook of my neck and sucked at the skin. The slight sting made me thrust back into him.
“Mmm…” The vibration of his chest sent a shiver skating along my spine as he ran his hands along my arms and then stretched them up above my head to the end of the mattress. “I think you’re finally ready for me,” he whispered in my ear, then kissed it and started back down my body.
When he was back between my spread legs, he grabbed hold of my hips and moved me up to my knees, and I realized then that I was more open than I’d ever been to him in my life—heart, mind, and now body—as he moved in behind me, rubbed the sticky head of his dick against my hot hole, and said, “Ready for me to love you.”
33
ALESSIO
IHAD TO pinch myself at the picture Rafael made, on his knees, ass in the air, so willing and open andmine.
Any time now it would sink in that this beautiful man had forsaken everything for me. To be here, in my bed, now and always. Maybe in a year it would hit me. Maybe I’d let myself believe it.
For now, though…
My cock was hard and heavy in my hand as I guided it between his plump cheeks, smearing my pre-cum across his hole. He reared back against me like it was an involuntary response, needing me inside him, and I had to restrain myself from plowing into him in one thrust.
The head of my dick nudged against his entrance. Then slowly, inch by inch, I pushed inside.
God, he was so fucking tight, like it was the first time every time, and it hit me then that I was the only one who’d ever been inside him like this. Just like he was my only and always. The man who’d been made for me.
“Alessio, please…”
The sweet, sweet sound of Rafael’s begging spurred me on, and I slid home, bottoming out inside him. I didn’t realize untilthen how heavily I was breathing, how much I was holding back from coming already. Nothing had ever felt so good in my life. When Rafael moaned and pushed back on me again, I gripped his hips to stop him.
“Sorry, I need a minute,” I said, swallowing hard as I relished the way he felt around me. It’d been years, too many to count, and though I usually preferred being on the receiving end, I couldn’t deny that this was fucking incredible. Took my breath away.
With painstaking slowness, I began to move again, rocking gently inside him. He dropped his head forward, grunts and gasps coming out of him and forcing my hips to move faster. I had a punishing grip on his hip as I slid my other hand up his spine to grip the back of his neck, needing to feel him everywhere to know he was real—and hell, needing something to hold on to.
