I squeeze my eyes closed, knowing what he’s about to say next and knowing that I’m not going to be able to resist if he says those words.
“I want you, Damian.”
It’s over for me.
At least right now.
An explosion of desire sets off in my chest and head like a bomb. Like a firework being set off into the vast icy sky.
I don’t know why Alessio wants me, why he’s chosen me, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m so incredibly attracted to him and drawn to him that all I care about in this moment is getting even closer to him.
I take a slow breath, and my next words comes out shaky. “Then you have me.”
I tilt my head down and meet Alessio in the middle. His mouth presses to mine, tasting of salty tears and repressed emotions. He kisses me with all of the fervor of a man forced to keep it inside for far too long.
Wrapping my arms around him more tightly, I kiss him back passionately. The kiss isn’t slow or delicate. No, it’s wet and messy. My tongue slips into Alessio’s mouth and his greets mine eagerly.
His hands, with lithe shaky fingers, searches my chest, caressing and rubbing. I slide my own hand up the back of his shirt and feel the scars on his back. Small ones, but enough to know he’s been hurt in more ways than one.
I trace each of those scars with my fingers as we kiss, and he moans softly into my mouth.
Alessio’s hand finally gets to the bottom of my shirt, but he doesn’t slide his fingers into the hem, no, he goes downwards. Down into my lap.
“What do you want?” I ask him breathlessly against his mouth.
“I want t-to taste you,” he tells me. “I need it. Put me on my knees and take my mouth, Damian.”
It’s not what I expect. I expect that he would want to be the dominant one in this situation. To have me on my knees. Or to do something together. Something that might, potentially, be more comforting. No, instead the man is desperately sliding down onto the floor in front of me on the couch.
“Tell me,” he insists.
I swallow, trying to help my dry throat, and I choke the words out. “On your knees, Alessio.”
I use one hand to push at his shoulder until he’s down on his knees completely, and he starts to pull at my sweats until my cock springs out from the waistband.
His face is still wet as he looks up at me.
There’s something so incredibly sexy about the way he’s looking at me. Like sucking my dick is the only way to bring him back to some form of reality he’s happy with.
I can’t resist.
All I can do is tilt my head back when he takes the head of my cock into his mouth.
I try to be quiet. Knowing that Rosalie is in the other room, just a thin wall and door separating us.
Another part of me doesn’t give a damn.
I’ve never felt so aroused in my life.
“Ahh, shit,” I mumble out, groaning softly as Alessio works my hard length with his mouth, up and down. His tongue swirls around the tip each time he comes up.
I start to rock my hips up against his mouth, and he moans in response, sending a tingle of pleasure down my cock into my balls and up into my stomach.
It’s been…way too long, maybe forever, since I felt something so fucking magical.
I need to watch him.
