I wrap my hand around him, enjoying the feeling of him. Antonio. Stroking him is so goddamn hot I’m close to coming myself.
“You did so good, showing me how you like to touch yourself.”
“Did you—did you like it?”
“Very much,” I say truthfully, stroking him faster.
He lets out a whimper.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping. I’m right here.”
Suddenly he groans and bites my chest—a sharp, needy nip.
I ignore my throbbing cock and let him use me.
He fucks into my fist and sucks another bruise on my skin.
“Have you thought about me like this?” I ask, stroking faster. “When you’re alone?”
“Yes,” he groans, his legs beginning to shake. “I’ve never wanted anyone else. Oh God—”
He buries his face in my chest, biting again, trying to hide from the intensity of it.
“It’s too much,” he cries.
“It’s not. I’ve got you. Let go.”
I use the voice I know he likes and keep the strokes rapid, almost relentless.
He tenses, his entire body arching.
“That’s it, baby. Let me see you come.”
He looks at me pleadingly.
“My good boy.”
He erupts against my hand with a small, triumphant cry.
I hold him as he goes limp.
Whispering endearments, I kiss his forehead, his nose, his mouth.
He looks up at me, searching for reassurance. The look in his eyes cracks me wide open.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I say, my voice rough with emotion. “Thank you for coming for me.”
“No one else,” he mumbles, lacing his fingers with mine.
CHAPTER 54 – ANTONIO
I feel so weightless that I can almost see my skeleton leaving my body,continuing on and leaving me behind like a jelly-legged cartoon character.
The water is still pouring, and I shut it off.
Then I rest my head against Caspian’s chest, trying to realize what just happened.
