Chapter 1 #2
A look up through my lashes sent shockwaves of want down my spine.
The way Cesare watched me made me want to please him in every single way possible.
I parted my lips wider and took his cock into my mouth.
His groan filled me with pride and encouragement.
I took him further in until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.
I went to pull back slightly but Cesare wasn't having any of that.
His hand came down against the back of my head and forced me down to take the remainder of his length.
I choked as tears welled up in my eyes, and my gag reflex tried to act up.
I swallowed repeatedly around the thick length.
Tears slid down my cheeks as ecstasy lit a fire in my veins.
I moaned around his cock as my body tried to either repel his cock or swallow it.
Either way, the sounds Cesare was letting out only heightened the pleasure I was feeling.
"Fuck, your mouth would make angels want to sin."
I bobbed my head up and down, taking his cock down my throat each time, welcoming the burn that it left behind.
I wasn't going to be able to talk for shit later.
I'd have to drink tea and honey for a week, but it would be worth it.
Need grew heavier by the second, and I found myself touching my cock.
I couldn't help it. Every single time Cesare's hips rose off the bed, forcing his length further into my throat, I lost a little more of my composure.
I want more.
His scent was muskier, and I wanted to roll in it. I could spend hours with his cock in my mouth.
"You like my cock that much?" Cesare asked.
I nodded while my verbal answer was muffled by his thick cock.
I stroked myself in time, chasing after the high feeling that seemed to only be present when Cesare touched me.
I wanted more, but I wasn't so stupid; I would take anything he gave me.
Even if he wanted to sit in the bed for the next hour or so and hold hands, I would.
His hold on my hair tightened, but what really threw me over the edge was the way he worked his free hand around my throat and squeezed.
Pressure built to impossible heights. It grew harder to swallow, but he didn't seem to care as his thrusts grew rougher. The wet squelch of him throat fucking me filled the room till I was certain it would be all I could hear even after he left.
Cesare let my hair go, and for a second I thought about protesting before he pinched my nose, cutting off my last life line to oxygen. Air was already scarce, and the moment he tightened his hold, spots sparked to life in my vision as he fucked my throat like it was his personal hole.
I moved my tongue as long as I could, and my fingers started to tingle as the darkness crouched in on my vision. Not once did I make a move to stop him. I didn't want him to. I wanted him to ruin me, to make such a mess of me that I'd be seared into his memory.
Cesare's head tilted back as hot cum splashed over my tongue.
He shoved his cock back down my throat as if he'd blessed me with a taste before going back to fucking me like a used hole.
I swallowed and thought about thanking him as I fought with consciousness.
I'd be damned if I passed out now, not when it was so good.
Pinpricks of pleasure rushed up my spine, and before I knew what was happening, I was cumming. I'd stopped touching myself a while ago but it didn't seem to matter in the slightest. That was what Cesare did to me.
The moment he let me go, I fell back on my ass, choking on air and cum. I swallowed the latter as I tried to remember how to take in the former. My vision was still blurry as I blinked away the tears. My blood rushed, blocking out any other sound around me as I stared up at Cesare.
I caught the drop of cum from the corner of my mouth with my thumb and greedily sucked it clean. I wanted more the instant it touched my tongue.
"Don't look so hungry for it," Cesare said. He glanced down at my body, and unlike before, he didn't hurriedly look away from my cock. His eyes lingered as if he was contemplating something. Cum dripped down my cock even as I felt myself getting hard again. "Di già?" Already?
"What if I said I want more?" I teased.
He checked his Rolex that rested on his tattooed wrist. "Maybe. Depends on if you could make it worth my time and money."
I sauntered back over to him, crawling onto his lap. "We both know I always do. It's why you come back."
I lowered my head for a kiss, and his hand tangled around my hair, yanking my head back. I grunted before a moan slipped out. I didn't get off him, but I went still.
"This will be the last time I come here."
No no no. This can't be happening.
"You have plenty of other clients; it's not as if you will miss one."
I will. Fuck, how do I fix this?
My mind was a mess. It was already hard enough to fight the constant need for him, but now he wanted to pull away and start this game of chase all over again?
"I'll drop them."
He let my hair go, and I took the chance to meet his gaze.
I kept my voice even by sheer fucking will.
I was trembling on the inside, too fucking afraid to lose out on what I'd gained in the last few weeks.
This was tremendous. I had an inkling that if I let Cesare walk out now, I wouldn't see him ever again.
He'd find some other guy to explore with.
Fuck that.
"You would lose out on your money for me?"
Yes.
"No, you have enough money to keep me on retainer."
His brows nearly kissed his hairline. "Now why in the hell would I do that?"
Because we're meant to be together. I wrapped my hand around our cocks and circled the tip of his cock with my palm like I knew how he liked. He didn't stop me, and the shiver of pleasure that visibly raced up his body only encouraged me to keep going.
"A small price to pay to keep me all to yourself."
He hummed. I wasn't sure if I was convincing him or speaking to the open room. I needed him to take me up on the offer. Cesare thrusted up, groaning, before his hand wrapped around my wrists, stopping me.
"I don't agree to anything I don't set the terms to."
I licked my lips wanting to keep going. "Then what are they?"
He smiled at me. It wasn't one filled with happiness; it was more predatory than that. "You're starting to sound desperate."
Fuck.
I gave him a confident grin. "Whatever you need to tell yourself. I know what I enjoy, but above all else I know when a ticket to a better life sits in front of me."
He flipped us around. My back hit the soft bed, and I stared up at the man who'd been the sole focus of all my fantasies for so fucking long. His calloused thumb ran over my lips and left behind little sparks of pleasure.
"You're good at your job, but who says I need to hire a whore. I have no issues going out and attracting a partner for the night."
That pissed me off, but I shoved the feeling deep, deep down in the depths of my being. No need to fly off the handle.
"Yes, but how many of them do you have to stay on guard with? How often do you have to make sure to watch their every move? How many of them satisfy or excite you like I do?" I pulled his waist down, aligning us again. We groaned in unison and it was like a perfect melody went off in the room.
Before I was ready, Cesare was pulling back and putting his hard cock away. I pushed up on my elbows and forced myself to stay lying on the bed. Any slip up and I'd lose him.
"I can't trust you either."
"Don't need you to. Pay me and that will be the only thing that matters."
Cesare shoved his fingers through his hair.
I could tell he was contemplating my offer.
I waited on bated breath for him to give me an answer, but in true fucking Vitale form, he got dressed and tossed a few hundred dollars my way.
It was my tip; he'd already paid for the night, which was why I'd known he was coming.
I wanted to press him for an answer, but instead I stayed on the bed and blew a kiss his way as he stepped out.
The moment the door shut and the auto lock sounded, I dropped back to the bed in frustration.
"Fuck. é melhor eu n?o ter estragado tudo." I better not have fucked that up.