Chapter 13 Rafael #3
My back arched off the bed again, and I soundlessly screamed as my body was wracked with pleasure.
I was forced to ride the waves as it crashed into me repeatedly.
My vision blurred as darkness overtook it for what felt like seconds but was probably more like minutes.
My lashes fluttered as the room came back into view: the cream-colored ceiling with the fan spinning.
Goosebumps broke out over my exposed flesh as a chill raced over me.
The sound of the shower hit my ears even as my eyelids slid shut.
Every inch of my body felt used. There were aches I hadn't ever experienced before.
I knew Cesare was great in bed, and there was a rumor he'd kept one of the girls for twenty-four straight hours.
She'd apparently been wrecked after. But anytime he'd come to see me, he was in and out; this was completely different.
I soaked in a few more minutes as I laid there in the bed, unwilling to get up. I doubted I could move anytime soon. Cum leaked out of my abused hole, making me shiver.
A groan tumbled free as I forced my body to move. My legs threatened to cave from underneath me the moment I stood up. I stumbled to the left and caught myself before I ended up on the floor, forced to crawl back to my room.
The trek to the door felt torturous, and I swore there were still stars blinking in and out of my vision.
I was so thoroughly fucked that by the time I got to the door, I rested my head against the cool wood.
I was still on fire, and although Cesare wasn't fucking me, my whole body was still wracked with shudders.
My hand wrapped around the metal of the doorknob, and I had to coach myself on how to turn the damn thing.
"Where are you going?" Cesare asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.
I groaned. Twisting around, I rested against the door.
I needed help. My legs wouldn't stop shaking.
"You don't like sleeping with people." I forced my eyes open, not willing to allow my dick-drunk brain to miss out on committing the sight of Cesare freshly showered to memory.
"Fuck, you're tao sexy. Voce e um deus que eu quero adorar pelo resto da minha vida.” You are a god that I want to worship for the rest of my life.
I slipped into my native tongue by accident.
Cesare was all wet glorious muscle. His arms were thick, scars littered most of his flesh, and it looked like some led to his back, but I hadn't ever seen them.
The small tuft of hair in the middle of his chest made me want to fall into his arms and rub my face against it.
His abs weren't defined but they were there.
More scares rested over his right hip, but what really caught my eyes was the fresh, angry red lines that were scattered all over his arms, wrists, and torso.
Fuck, was that my doing?
I wanted to mark him more. I licked my lips.
"You were crying and shaking, and still, you're looking at me like that." Cesare toweled his hair as he made his way over to me.
I pushed more of my weight onto the door and gripped the knob tighter. I couldn't possibly take it anymore. I was out of cum, in fact, I was out of cum two orgasms ago. Still, if Cesare said to give him more, I'd drag one from the depths of hell.
"Look at you, how?" My voice cracked, and I was too dick drunk to give a fuck. At times like this, it was impossible to hide my yearning for him. To keep it from my face.
"Get back in bed." His thumb skimmed over my bottom lip, tugging at it. "My property should stay close in case I want to use you again."
He's going to break me.
The thought made me smile. I licked his thumb, groaning at the taste of him. He pushed his fingers inside, and I opened my mouth wider for him. The pads of his digits danced over my tongue, playing with me.
There should be no way in hell I could want more, could give more.
"I'm not done using you." His dark gaze left no room for argument. He withdrew his fingers from my mouth and moved back.
I instantly missed the heat that went with him. I shoved off the door, groaning at the movement as I moved back over to the bed. Every step was torturous and yet I loved the way I could feel his gaze on me. How intense it felt caressing over my naked body.
His cum dripped from my ass and coated my thighs.
Cesare was watching me.
I bent over, slowly crawling back onto the bed. I didn't miss the unmistakable groan that came from the other man. I swayed my hips, headed for the top of the bed.
"I don't think so." Cesare snapped his fingers and pointed at the bottom.
My stomach flipped as I changed course and plopped down on the soft bed. It smelled like the both of us now, but under the scent of sex was all Cesare. I inhaled my like a junkie scoring their fix.
Cesare grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. His hair was down and some of it rested on his forehead instead of the usual gelled back look. There was a condescending smirk on his face. “You said I don't sleep with people in my bed," he reminded me.
Bastard.
His sinful lips pressed against my ear. His breath fanning over my skin made me shiver. "Then I thought about it, and you're not people; I own you. You're more like a pet."