Until I realize what he’s doing. He’s smearing precum all over his cock and then pressing it against my hole.
I feel his length push into me, inch by inch, and my eyes nearly roll back into my head. He’s bigger than me physically, and the same remains true for this.
“Ahh, fuck,” I groan.
He’s buried to the hilt inside of me, but doesn’t stay there for long. I lift my hips up and begin to ride him slowly. Each thrust of his cock inside of me sends my own length pulsing and aching.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Alek,” Tommy moans into my ear. His hot breath making me tremble.
As he starts to grind up against me while I ride him, all words are taken from me. Only pleasure remains.
Up and down. I bury my face in his shoulder, slack jawed and fluttering lashes.
All I can do is moan and grunt as his length pulses inside of me faster and faster.
His hands grip my ass cheeks and I swivel my hips desperately against him.
The couch creaks beneath our bodies.
“Yes, yes!” I whisper into the crook of his neck, and I feel his entire body tense up.
Tommy grunts into my hair and bucks his hips up against me hard as he spills inside of me. At the same time, my prostate is throbbing inside of me. As he pulls his dick out of me, cum spills from my ass, dripping down my thighs, and I come onto his stomach in several rough jerks of my hips. Splattering all over his abs.
Our bodies relax at the same time, and I lay on top of him, trying to catch my breath.
“Tell me about her,” Tommy says as we lay in his bed sometime later after getting cleaned up. “Your wife…Felicia.”
I look at him uncertain for a moment, but then smile softly as my heart squeezes in my chest. “Are you sure?” I ask.
“If you want to,” he adds.
I purse my lips for a moment as I lay my head on his shoulder. “She was the kindest, most compassionate person I had ever met,” I tell him slowly, my voice quiet in the large bedroom. “She donated to charity even when we were on our last dollar. Felicia, she…always wanted children, but we never got around to it. And she could out curse an Irish sailor.”
Tommy smiles down at me and trails his fingers along my bare chest. “What did she look like?” Curiosity flashes in his eyes.
I feel a pang of guilt and pain in my chest as I picture her in my mind’s eye. I swallow thickly and force the words out anyway. “She had short red hair, soft brown eyes, with strong, thick legs and…she was as soft as a cloud.” I stare into nothingness beside Tommy’s head.
“She sounds…beautiful,” he whispers.
“She was.”
It’s quiet for a long moment before he asks another question. “Did you want kids? Do…Do you want kids?” he asks.
“No,” I reply honestly. “It was always her dream, and I wanted to make her happy, but I’ve never wanted to bring children into all of this. Especially not now.”
“If you didn’t have to worry aboutall this, would you want children?” he asks me, his voice so soft that it makes me melt.
I sigh and relax into him more. “Maybe,” I say. “I’m not so sure I would be a good father. My own was…well, not exactly role model material. Ironic, since I take after him.”
Tommy chuckles. “I know how you feel,” he says. “I don’t know if I can picture myself with a little boy or girl…taking care of them every day.”
Just as I’m about to open my mouth to say something else, my phone starts ringing. At first, I plan to ignore it, but it doesn’t stop ringing from where it sits on the nightstand.
I see Carmine’s number on the screen and quickly answer it. “Hello?”
“I tried calling Tommaso’s phone, but it must have been taken by Dante and Butch when he was kidnapped. Probably somewhere in the estate,” he says quickly. “He with you?”
I glance over to Tommy with a smirk. “Yeah, he’s here.” As I listen to what Carmine has to say next, my face drops.
