Chapter 20 Rafael
Cesare’s leg bounced as he flipped his phone between his fingers. The TV was long forgotten as the man sat there not even bothering to pretend to watch it. The devil cat was in the kitchen, pigging out like the greedy fuck he was.
The meeting with Cesare’s mom, his story in the car, it was steadily playing in my head like some sick fucked-up sitcom. I knew there was always a story, but not in my wildest nightmare had I thought of any of that. My dad wasn’t great by any means, but he was nothing like Cesare’s.
Granted I only met my dad when I was eleven and was forced to live with him and his already established family.
Being the side piece's son hadn’t been great, but it was what it was.
He treated me with cold indifference, preferring to act as if I didn’t exist along with his wife.
Only needing me when money was required.
I had one single older sister, and the few times we’d interacted she wasn’t any better.
To be fair, she was a bitch to everyone.
His mother was what I expected. Pure elegance except for the way she spoke to Cesare.
How mad would he be if I went back and gave her a piece of my mind?
I’d take the devil cat with me. He could claw her up as I broke some bones.
Nothing drastic like killing her, not unless she said something about my man, then I’d have to go through with it.
At that point it wouldn’t even be my fault.
Calm down.
I rolled my shoulders back, pushing away murder plans. While I had Cesare near me, I wasn’t going to willingly leave him. I wanted to talk about it to help him, but I also knew nothing I said would ever do anything to change what he went through. Or what he was going through with his sons.
The last venom movie was on the screen, but I couldn’t even recall the first ten minutes of it. I was too busy watching Cesare from the corner of my eye.
He flipped his phone again after checking the screen, twisting it between his fingers as the bouncing got insistently worse.
He might not be talking, but his chaotic thoughts were written all over his face.
He was overthinking when he should still be resting.
This wasn’t good. I needed to help him. He was still recovering from his accident.
“Cesare.”
“No.”
He didn't even know what I was going to say.
I bit my tongue as more anger flared in my chest. First he tried to get rid of me, and now he was back to being an asshole. Okay, he never stopped, but I could practically see the walls going back up.
I stood up and pulled off the loose shirt I was wearing. My shorts followed until I was down to a pair of royal blue satin panties that had little sheer laced frills on the sides.
“What are you doing?” Cesare’s deep voice rolled over me like caress.
His leg stopped bouncing, and his phone was placed down on the couch. I had his full attention, and something about it had my insides clenching and my heart racing. There was nothing like having someone as powerful as Cesare Vitale’s full weighted attention trained on me.
Without a word, I let my hair out of the ponytail and dropped to my knees and pushed his legs apart enough for me to fit, while still feeling encased in him.
Ember, black cherry, and tobacco filled my nose, and I wanted to bury myself in the scent of him instantly.
I swallowed back the saliva that collected in my mouth.
A single brow lifted in question.
I said nothing, pushing my hands up his strong muscular legs. The feel of his slacks was an annoying barrier between us. Although it was hot as fuck that I was nearly naked and Cesare was still fully dressed. It never failed to remind me of the power he held.
My fingers brushed along the underside of his clothed cock, and I rolled my lips inward to keep the knowing smirk off my face. His dick was responding to me.
Thick fingers wrapped around my wrists. “Hands off.”
What?
My heart dropped instantly at being denied. Maybe this was the wrong move. I swallowed thickly as I glanced up at him through my lashes. I rocked back, ready to stand, but Cesare let my wrist go and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He yanked me forward and pressed my face against his length.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
A sharp inhale of his scent only made me feel dizzy.
I licked my lips. Fuck, why was he so hot?
I ran my tongue over his clothed dick and looked up at him with all the lust and want I had in me.
I never had to hide that part. I could give into the crazed need to be his without so much as setting off one alarm bell.
“You want me to only use my mouth?” I questioned.
Cesare gave me a blank look that only seemed to stoke the flames of arousal. I couldn’t wait to make it crack, watch as he fell prey to the pleasure that I gave him.
“Stop talking and use that mouth of yours how I like it.”
A shiver raced down my spine and a satisfied moan slipped free as I dropped my hands behind my back and intertwined my fingers together. This was going to be hard as fuck. I desperately wanted to touch him all over.
I nosed his crotch before gripping the zipper between my teeth and pulling down. The hissing sound of his zipper coming undone stroked along my tongue as need settled deep in the middle of my stomach.
I want him. I need him. I want to taste him.
Lust wrapped a heavy haze over me, almost making me feel intoxicated.
I was too far gone to care about anything.
The entire building could catch on fire, fuck, a meteoroid could strike earth and none of it would matter.
I used my teeth and tongue to pop the button on Cesare's pants.
He let out a surprised grunt as I was granted full access to his cock.
He'd gone commando today, and I mentally thanked every god in existence that he did.
My lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and it was like being given water after days of dehydration.
I ran my tongue over the tip, pressing firmly along the underside, earning a salty drop of precum.
I greedily swallowed it down and worked my tongue over the crown of his dick, trying to earn another one.
Moans drenched Cesare's cock as I took him in further. My nails dug into my flesh as I resisted touching him. Inch by inch, I went down even as he hit the back of my throat. I swallowed a few times and took him further. My throat stretched to accommodate his thick length as he pushed down further.
I stopped short of my lips touching the base. Before I could pull back and work my way back down, Cesare grabbed the back of my head and slammed me the remainder of the way down. Tears broke free and spilled down my cheeks as my breathing was cut off.
"There. Swallow me whole." His hand tapped against my cheek. "Fuck, when your mouth is stretched around me like this it makes me think about keeping you as my personal fuck toy forever."
Yes. Please. God yes, I want that.
I'd be whatever Cesare wanted as long as I got to stay by his side. I swallowed around his cock as a moan worked up around his cock.
"You like that? Puttana bisognosa. Ti rovinerò in modo che nessun altro uomo ti possa mai avere." You needy whore. I'll ruin you so no other man can ever have you.
I pulled up, hollowing my cheeks, and the moment his cock was free of my throat, I greedily sucked in air.
His dick slipped free from between my lips, and I moved down, mouthing the underside of his length, tracing the vein there and sucking greedily.
My gaze never left his. Pleasure rippled through me, and as he met my eyes, his pupils were blown.
More.
I hummed in appreciation as I took him back into my mouth and bobbed my head up and down. I took him to the back of my throat, making sure to swallow around his length, loving the way his body shuddered every time I did.
“You’re that desperate for my cock?” Cesare’s tone was sultry and low.
I pulled back, licking my lips, relishing in the taste of him. My hands ached with how hard I was holding them back. A shiver raced up my spine as my gaze dropped down to his length coated in my drool. It was an angry red that I wanted nothing more than to soothe.
“Your cock is my favorite,” I admitted. No one compared, no one ever would. Fuck, I wanted him so badly. My throat ached to be filled, to be fucked so raw for the next few days I’d have a rasp to my voice.
Cesare’s hand tightened in my hair, and he yanked back so hard that more tears sprung to the surface. "I am the only cock you will have."
Oh fuck yes.
"What's the matter, Daddy? I said you're my favorite." I shouldn't push, I needed to be careful with Cesare. But his possessive side never failed to fill me with desire. "Top three easily. There was that one guy who had a monster cock, and he fucked my throat so raw I lost my voice for a week."
Cesare's hold in my hair became punishing. The deadly calm that came over him terrified me. I snapped my mouth shut.
Fuck, I might have gone too far.
"Is that a challenge?"
Huh?
I swallowed, trying to remember how in the fuck to talk. "Challenge?"
A cruel smile stretched Cesare's mouth, and I could see the dangerous mafia boss he was. More precum drenched my panties as fear and ecstasy mixed together into an intoxicating drug pumped through my veins.
He gripped the base of his cock and aimed it my way. Without instruction, I opened my mouth. He didn't wait or hesitate for a second. He shoved his length over my tongue and down my throat.
"Don't get lazy now. Move that tongue."
Fuck, he was a god.
I curled my tongue and ran it over the underside of his cock every single time he thrusted into my willing mouth.
The groans that started to fall from his parted lips wrapped around me driving me to the brink of insanity.
If I couldn't touch him I wanted to touch myself. My cock ached, trapped in my panties.