Chapter 24 Cesare #2
Somehow, I remembered how to move again.
The day was shoved aside in favor of tequila shots and samba.
Rafael turned around and rocked his hips against me.
I grabbed his waist, guiding his movements before his arms came up and his hands held each side of my neck.
The heat of him pressed against me was almost too much. Like he’d burn me with his flesh.
I took off his jacket as he spun, and he laughed.
Tossing it over my shoulder, I dragged him back to me.
Every bit of light that shone on his face lit it up.
Rafael was everything an old dog like me could never be: carefree, unbothered, unashamed.
He didn’t care who looked at him, who saw him.
And for some reason, he wanted to be seen with me.
Pretty sure he’s been dropped on his head too many times at some point.
We danced until my feet were throbbing and there was sweat running down my spine.
I hadn’t moved so much in a long damn time, at least not to dance.
Both of us stumbled out of the club and into the cool night air.
I thanked god for the relief; the heat inside had been suffocating.
The crowd insufferable. But Rafael was laughing as he held my hand and leaned against me.
“I didn’t know you could move like that!” he said. “Holy shit. Eu juro que você é perfeita.” I swear you’re perfect.
“Yeah, I’m full of surprises.” I dragged him closer to me and put an arm around his shoulders. “Pay attention to where you’re going.”
“I think I’m a little drunk.”
“A little?” I grunted. “I’ve only ever seen one person drink that much tequila in my life, and that woman isn’t getting into heaven,” I muttered as I lit a cigarette. The car was brought around, and I held the door as he slid inside. I passed him his jacket. “Here.”
Getting behind the wheel, I took off. Rafael laughed, that same light, carefree sound filling the inside of the car as I gripped the steering wheel with one hand.
He was chatting about the dancing, the drinking, and the silent tension erased from the night.
Even I noticed my shoulders were no longer tight.
He’d forced the irritation and rage out of me.
I drove a short way and then turned down an alley.
“Where are you going?” Rafael asked.
I didn’t say anything as I climbed out of the car and walked around it.
Without a word, I opened his car door and dragged him out.
I shoved him against the side of the car.
Rafael glanced up at me, his eyes already hazy.
Before he could say another word, I cradled his cheek and leaned down.
My lips crashed against his, the softness of his mouth caving to me.
He moaned, his hand wrapping around my wrist and holding on tight.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he panted against my mouth. “Please, Cesare. Daddy, please.”
I growled against his mouth as I kissed him harder.
His lips were soft, shapely. As they moved against mine, I slipped my tongue between them and explored the inside of his mouth.
My tongue swiped against his, and he moaned even more deeply.
I pulled back, my breathing a pant before I gripped his lip with my teeth and bit. He cried out.
The sound went straight to my cock.
“Turn around."
Rafael stared up at me. “Cesare…”
“Hesitation? That’s one. You’re already at six.”
He blinked. “Six? Six what? Wait, what are we counting? What’s happening?”
“That’s seven,” I said. “I got all night. Turn around.”
Rafael turned around on unsteady feet. He touched the car, his palms against it as I took him in. I looked him up and down. I saw the way his breathing was, how eager and thrown off balance he was all at the same time.
“Go to the hood. Put your palms on it.”
“What—”
“That’s eight.”
Rafael looked like he wanted to resist and question. But I was all out of patience. He moved to the hood, and I followed him, not allowing the man an inch of space. When he reached the hood, his hands laid on it, he swallowed thickly.
“Pull your pants down.”
Rafael choked. “We’re in public though…”
“That’s ten.”
He stumbled over his words. “But… but you just said eight!”
“I did.” I grinned as I pushed up against him until he could feel how hard my cock was pressed against his ass. “You see, I make the rules. So if I say pull your pants down, I don’t care if we’re in an alley or if we’re in a room full of people. You do what I tell you to do, capisce?”
“Fuck. Fuck.”
“Now.”
Rafael’s breathing was more of a pant as he undid his pants. I watched as they slid over the curve of his ass, his brown skin on display as he swallowed audibly. He touched the car again, and I looked around the alley. Still empty.
Not that I gave a damn.
I ran my hand over his skin. Smooth. Almost silken to the touch.
My hand squeezed his ass before I pulled it back and delivered a hard, sharp smack to his right ass cheek.
He cried out, his skin deepening into a pink flush.
I turned to the other side and delivered one there as well.
My palm heated, the throb of it a dull point against how hot Rafael’s skin would get. I drew back and landed again. Again.
The loud, smacking thwacks filled the air as Rafael cried out.
He threw his head back, his hips winding as if he could get away from me.
He couldn’t. I grabbed one of his hips, holding him in place.
When he couldn’t squirm anymore, I brought my hand down again, harder this time, and he tried to shoot forward.
“Stand up,” I commanded.
“I’m trying,” he whimpered. “Cesare.”
“This is nothing,” I said. “I should be much harder on you. Should have broke that asshole’s fingers and made you watch since you wanted to be a little slut tonight. You think I’m paying you to dance with someone else?”
That was the real insult. Not that he’d been dancing with some guy, but that he was taking my money and dancing with some guy. That had to be it, because any other reason wasn’t happening. It was a simple disrespect that needed to be corrected.
“No,” he cried out.
“Whose whore are you?”
“Yours,” he breathed.
I slapped his ass hard, flesh shivering as his skin went from pink to red. Pulling my hand back, I delivered another rough slap until he was shaking. His thighs were quivering. The choked little noises he let out made my cock thicken.
“Whose whore are you?”
“Yours!” he said louder.
“Hmm, not loud enough.”
I pulled the bottle of lube out of my inner pocket and poured a generous amount between his cheeks. As it dripped, he whimpered.
“Oh god.”
“Shhh, I know, gattino. But God can’t help you now.”
I slicked my length before I sat the lube on the hood in reach of my hand. There was no teasing, no making him suck me off, none of that shit. I wanted a hot, tight hole wrapped around my cock, and that’s what I was going to get.
Rafael let out a choked cry and fell to the hood, his arms giving up as I dragged his hips out and impaled him on my cock.
I stood there for a moment, letting the stretch go on and on.
My head tilted back, and my hair shifted as I shoved my fingers through the salt-and-pepper strands.
I stared down at him, at the way his hole stretched around my dick like a hungry sleeve.
“Fuck!” I spat.
I slammed forward roughly and grabbed both of his hips. Rafael whimpered, his legs shaking as I fucked him like what he was. Mine. My fucking whore. My property. And I would be damned if he forgot that shit. Right now, I owned him. He needed to get that through his thick head.
“What are you?” I growled.
“A whore!” he cried out.
“Whose fucking whore?”
“Yours!” he shouted, his hole clenching down hard. “I’m Daddy Ceare’s stupid little whore. He owns my fucking pussy!”
I stumbled. “Fuck,” I growled again, my hips faltering at the filth pouring out of his mouth.
“You nasty bitch. Look at you taking me so damn good. You love this, don’t you?
Look at you.” I spread his cheeks just to watch myself wreck his hole.
“Greedy little puttana. Sei mia, mi senti? Questo buco, questo corpo. Tutta te.” Whore.
You're mine, you hear me? This hole, this body. All of you.
My balls smacked against his skin as he cried out.
Rafael was a muttering, drooling mess, and I hadn't even really started.
Not yet. But we were in an alley, and as much as I was enjoying every minute, the last thing I needed was to be hauled off to jail for a night because some eager little pig decided to take us in for indecent exposure.
Some drama was worth avoiding. Usually. Right now, buried inside of Rafael? It was almost worth it.
“Reach back,” I grunted. “Spread yourself open. Wide. Wider!”
His hands trembled as he did just that. I licked my lips. Staring at myself fucking him was my favorite pastime. I needed to get my camera next time, take every angle of him being torn apart like this. I spat on his hole and worked my fingers around it as he moaned hard, his body shivering.
“Gonna cum,” he moaned. “Gonna cum, Daddy, please.”
“Not yet," I said. “Almost. You better hold it, you hear me? You fucking hold it or I’m going to do more than slap your ass a few times.” I reached around and tugged his nipple through his shirt.
Rafael nearly screamed. I slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Shut the fuck up and take it,” I growled.
“All of it. Every inch.” I shoved in deeper and deeper until he was screaming against my hand. Tears touched my skin, and I lost it.
“Yes,” I panted. “That’s it. That’s it, fucking cry for me. Good fucking whore. You feel this big cock? It’s about to breed every little inch of this tight hole. You pull your panties up when I’m done and you fucking sit in it all the way home so you remember who the fuck owns you!”