“Shit, Tesoro, you feel so good squeezing my cock,” Othello whispered, grabbing Des’s hips and slowly moving in and out of him. Othello’s eyes grew hazy as he panted heavily. His hips moved a bit faster with each thrust.”So tight. Shit.”
“Oh, fuck…oh fuck,” Des whimpered, grinding his waist and meeting Othello’s movements.
The sound and sweet aroma of sex filled the room, their desire for each other building as well as their orgasms. Othello grabbed Des’s shoulder while keeping the other on his hip, changing the angle of his thrusting, brushing his cock over Des’s prostate. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears it was a wonder he could hear Des’s pleading and begging.
“Othello…I need…I need.”
Usually, Othello wanted to tease Des a little longer, bring him to the edge, then pull back, torturing them both with pleasure, but not tonight. He could feel his own urgency to cum.
“Touch yourself, Tesoro,” he groaned, quickening his thrusts, causing his hips to slap against Des’s palm-printed ass. His movements were rough yet not enough to hurt his lover, who liked when Othello fucked him this way.
“Gonna cum,” Des chanted, then cried out Othello’s name. His walls tightened around his cock.
“Des,” Othello growled, cumming, unable to hold back his orgasm, painting Des’s channel with his hot seed and leaving his mark on every part of his lover's body.
Othello leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Des’s sweaty neck, licking and sucking up a mark. He peppered gentle kisses to his cheeks, meeting Des’s lips for a slow kiss. They both groaned when his softened cock slipped out of Des. Their lips separated as they fell to the side, gasping but with bright smiles on their faces.
He leaned over and kissed Des softly, their tongues teasing each other's lips, neither in a rush to deepen the kiss. Des rolled on top of him, laying his head on his chest, and Othello wrapped him in his arms.
"Des, I..." He didn't get a chance to say what had been on his tongue for weeks because his cellphone rang, and he couldn't ignore it at a time like this. Without disrupting Des, he pulled it out of his robe pocket and saw Tallen's name on the screen. "Yeah."
"Boss, we're almost done loading everything on the trucks."
"Okay, head to Silver Port. I'll meet you there. Take the back roads and make sure no one is following you."
Silver Port was a two-hour drive from Verona Heights. Othello had a warehouse there where he could hide the weapons for now.
"You got it."
They hung up, and Othello set his phone to the side, hugging Des tightly.
"You're leaving again, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry, Tesoro," he whispered, kissing his forehead.
"I feel like lately we don't see each other, and when we do, it's for sex." He raised his head. "Maybe I should ask you when we can meet next, or should I make an appointment for a date."
"I'm sorry, Tesoro, things have been a little crazy right now."
"So crazy that you have to leave me at two in the morning." He got off Othello, standing, and walked over to the window, not caring about his state of undress. Othello licked his lips at seeinghis cum sliding down Des's legs. "When will I see you again?" Des asked, pulling Othello from his naughty thoughts.
Othello sighed and got off the floor. "It should only be a couple of days."
"Why are you going to Silver Port?"
"I can't tell you that," Othello told him. "We've never discussed my family business, and I'd like to keep it that way."
"So I'm not supposed to worry that something major is going down for you to go to another state?"
"You don't need to worry about me or my family," Othello said.
"Why shouldn't I? I've heard things," he replied.
Othello furrowed his brows. "What things? Who are you talking to?"
"I don't know. I heard about some shooting at the docks a few nights ago, and it made me wonder if you were involved."
"How would you hear about a shooting that not even the news or the cops are aware of?" Othello asked, not liking the way he sounded suspicious.
