Chapter 28 Cesare #2
“Watch it,” I warned. “They’re children.
It doesn’t matter if they think I’m doing the right thing.
Kids want to eat sugar and not brush their teeth.
They want to play in the street. They want to talk to strangers.
You think it matters what they want? When they get mad and think you’re a jerk, you think, as a parent, you get to butter them up?
That’s how you get morons, entitled assholes, and pussies.
My sons may not like what I do or how I say shit, but guess what?
They’re alive. No, they’re better than alive, they’re thriving.
I did that. And I don’t apologize for shit. ”
Rafael finally glanced up at me and sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “Okay.”
I looked at him as he went to refill his mug. My hands flexed before they turned into fists. I didn’t like the way he just said “yeah, okay.” Like he wanted to shut me up and shut the conversation down.
“We’re going home tomorrow,” I said, snatching up my mug. “I have shit to do. My people need me.”
“What?” Rafael stepped after me as I headed toward the bedroom. “I thought we were staying longer.”
“Change of plans. I’m needed in New York. That’s how this business works.”
“Cesare…”
I turned on my heels. “What?”
“Let’s stay,” Rafael said. He waved a hand. “We’re having a good time. For once, there’s no enemies, no danger, no… anything. We were having fun. If we go back it’s just going to be more of the same shit.”
“Yeah?” I said. “That’s called life. You’re young. You’ll figure that out eventually.”
“Don’t,” Rafael snapped. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some young, dumb fucking bimbo that doesn’t know how life works. I know how life works. I also know when you’re being an idiot.”
“Watch. It.”
“Watch yourself,” he snapped. “Go do whatever the hell you had planned by yourself. I’m over this shit.”
I wrapped a hand around his upper arm, my coffee mug forgotten beside his on the nightstand. Before he could leave, I dragged him back and tossed him onto the bed. When he tried to get up, I shoved my hand into his chest and put him back down.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” I growled. “You’re acting weird as hell.”
He panted. “I don’t want to go back!” he said. “I wanted to stay here with you a little longer. For shit to be normal. Is that so wrong?”
“There is no normal with me!” I shouted.
“This is it. What you see is what you get. You want normal? Go date some regular rich asshole instead of slumming it with me. But this is my life. It ain’t pretty, it ain’t easy, and one day it’s going to put me in a coffin with a bullet in my head.
That’s the reality of this shit. You think all my exes left just because of me?
No, they left because they couldn’t handle the mud and shit and blood caked underneath the diamonds.
If you can’t, then when we get back, you can go! ”
Rafael’s hand wrapped around my arm when I tried to get up. He tugged, and I went back down. When he looked up at me, his eyes were glassy, wet. I let out a curse and a sharp breath.
“Don’t,” I snapped.
“Cesare…”
“I said fucking don’t.”
My lips met his, and he moaned against my mouth.
When I felt wetness on my skin, heat swept through my body.
I shoved his robe open, my hands and nails scraping against his flesh as I bared him to the cool air of the room.
His nipples were already hardening. I removed my mouth, and he gasped before I attacked one bud.
His back arched, his body trembling underneath me.
“Cesare,” he panted. “Fuck. You drive me crazy.” He moaned. “I’m so pissed off at you right now.”
“I know,” I said before I attacked his other nipple.
No one ever just told me they were upset.
I’d had shoes thrown at my head, dinner dumped into my lap, hell, even a car aimed at me once.
But Rafael just said it. I’m pissed off at you.
It was easier to understand those simple words than all the times someone had tried to show they were angry, and I hadn’t even picked up on it or understood it.
Why was it so easy to understand Rafael sometimes?
I kissed down his body, leaving a trail of bites in my wake.
My mouth was a hot, searing mark against his flesh.
Every little nip or suck made him cry out, his fingers tangling into my thick hair as he held on for dear life.
My tongue dragged along his cock. I still had no idea how to suck a dick.
None. So I bypassed what I didn’t know and went with what I knew wholeheartedly.
My fingers dug into Rafael’s hips as I spread him open for me. I surged forward, my tongue laving over his pucker before he gasped. The sound was sharp, a noise that seemed to fill the entire room. He panted, his hands tightening in my hair.
“Oh god,” he moaned. “What the fuck are you doing, Daddy?”
I flicked my tongue against him roughly at that nickname.
His hips twitched, his thighs strong and warm, flexing around my head.
I leaned up just enough to spit into one palm before I stroked his cock.
Now that, I knew how to do. I glanced up at him.
He looked wrecked, his eyes wide and on me.
Something about his expression forced a growl from my lips, and a smirk touched my mouth before I descended once more.
Rafael moaned and writhed against the assault of my tongue on his asshole.
He shivered, his words slipping between English and Portuguese like he was possessed.
I laughed against his flesh and tongued him harder before I slipped it inside of him.
He convulsed, his body shaking, his cock leaking precum as he shouted my name.
“Yes, Daddy, yes, right there!” he moaned. “Fuck, you’re making me wanna cum. Please let me cum. Please.”
I loved the begging. All it did was fuel my fire. My grip on his cock tightened, then loosened, then tightened again as I teased his orgasm. All at once, I would push him to the edge and then back off with slow, languid strokes, not giving him enough friction to actually get there.
“Please,” he was begging harder now. “Cesare, please. I need you, Daddy. Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. Always. Always.”
I glanced up at him. “Yeah?” I asked. “You going to be a good boy?”
He shivered. “Yes!”
“Going to do whatever I tell you to do?”
“Yes!”
“Say you need me again. Come on. Say ‘I do.’”
“I do,” he cried out. “I need you. Fuck, I need you so badly. Please!”
My mouth found his hole again. I worked in two fingers, spreading him open. He gasped, let out a choked sound, and before he could say another word, I jerked him off harder, the wet squelching sound filling my ears as he nearly levitated his hips right off the bed.
Rafael came in torrents it felt like. His cock jerked, loads of his jizz landing on my hand, my bare chest. I reached up, grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him forward.
“Clean your mess,” I grunted.
He did just that. Rafael’s tongue worked over my fingers, sucking and moaning as he cleaned each and every one.
When those were done, he turned and licked my chest. Every stroke of his tongue against my flesh made me let out a little grunt of satisfaction until I finally pulled him back. I looked down at him.
“We’re going home,” I said. “I’ll bring you somewhere else soon.”
Rafael’s face seemed to light up at that. “You promise?” he whispered. “You’re not getting rid of me then?”
My chest tightened. “Why would I get rid of the best whore I’ve ever had?”
I kissed him. The taste of his cum lingered between us, salty and bold. I licked the inside of his mouth, and he practically melted against me. After all that fighting, yelling, he was more worried I wouldn’t want him. He wasn’t leaving me.
What the hell is wrong with him?