Chapter 38 Cesare
I opened the trunk, and Rafael looked up at me with a smile on his face. Before he could say a word, my hand clamped onto the back of his head. I half dragged him out as my lips pressed against his. He moaned, his fingers pushing into my hair in return.
I dragged him the rest of the way out. He pressed against me, and my hands automatically went to his pants. The relief of seeing him still breathing, smiling, loosened a knot in my chest that had been there since I found out he’d betrayed me.
“Will you two get a room?” Gin called. “It’s disgusting.”
Ignoring my son, I pulled back and put my forehead on Rafael’s. He stared up at me, his fingers tracing my mouth as he panted.
“You ever fuck up like that again…”
“I won’t,” he said, pushing against me desperately. “Never fucking again. I’ll cut my own tongue out first. It was a stupid, stupid plan. I never should have—”
I kissed him again.
“—but I wanted you so bad,” he whispered against my mouth. My tongue slid against his, and he moaned. “I couldn’t take not having you anymore.” He gasped as I bit his bottom lip. “I waited for so long. So fucking long.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled as my hand flew around his throat. “I get it,” I said quietly as I pulled back and looked at him. “So it’s your one and only pass. Next time? I won’t have to kill you. They will.”
“Count on it,” Benito said.
“Don’t start,” I warned my oldest. “You and your whore cause enough issues for me—”
Rafael glared. “What did you call him?”
“Sorry,” I said as I lifted my hand a little. “Him and his husband. You’re my only whore.”
Rafael smiled. “Good job.” He clicked a little button, and I stared at it.
“Ya’ll have issues,” Gin said. “And… is that a fucking clicker?”
Grinning, Rafael clicked it again. “Yep.”
“You’ve been clicker training Cesare?” Paolo asked, his brow raised.
“Effective,” Enzo added.
Blake didn’t say anything, because he was too busy laughing his ass off. He doubled over, his hands gripping his knees as he gasped. I reached over and smacked him upside the back of the head. He stumbled.
“Hey! Ow!” he said.
“You deserved it,” I grunted, and then cleared my throat before I turned back to Rafael. “That’s what you’ve been doing all this time?”
“Well? You were kinda rough around the edges. And I love it a little, but you needed some help.”
I glared at him. “Get in the car, Rafael. I would fuck you in the dirt, but we should clear out of here before we get caught.”
Benito sighed. “I hear entirely too many things I don’t want to hear.”
Enzo patted him on the back. “We all do.”
“Go home,” I said to them. “All of you. Now. And get your alibis straight just in case.”
“We know the drill.” Benito paused. “We still have to talk,” he said.
“Yep. Not tonight though,” I said as I wrapped my hand around Rafael’s upper arm and steered him into the passenger seat. “I’ll stop by the office.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I started my car and pulled out. The weight that had been on my shoulders for so long, I hadn’t even recognized it in years, seemed to lighten. As we drove, I reached over and laid a hand on Rafael’s thigh. I needed to touch him, to be close to him.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“First to Silver Dreams to get your stuff,” I said. “And the furball. Then we’re going home.”
I’d never seen him look so happy in his life.
Rafael chided the kitten as soon as we were back in the loft. He opened a can of tuna, not even the fancy cat food I got was enough right now supposedly, and sat it on the floor. He looked happy to dig in, his mouth chomping away before Rafael could even straighten up.
“That should keep him happy for now. I think he’s glad to be home. We should—”
Before he could talk anymore, I was on him.
My mouth pressed against his, a moan falling free from him before he could stop himself just stoked me.
I walked him backward, every step sure as he moved with me.
When we reached my bedroom, I kicked the door closed and backed him up to the bed. I shoved him.
Rafael fell with a laugh. He looked up at me, his eyes finding mine before he shook his head. I watched as his teeth tugged on his bottom lip.
“Take your clothes off,” I said.
“That’s rude. You can’t just demand someone take their clothes off.”
He yelped when I grabbed his ankle and yanked him across the bed. I stared down at him, one hand braced against the mattress beside his head.
“If I tell you again, I’m going to walk away, and you’re not getting an inch of my cock.”
Rafeal started moving before I could even fully finish the sentence. A smirk tugged at my lips. He was as eager as always. I loved that. The fact that he couldn’t ever get enough of me. That he wanted me in ways no one else had ever wanted before. That he tried in ways no one else had ever tried.
He was mine. All fucking mine.
I yanked off my dirt- and mud-stained clothes, tossing them aside. I was on Rafael before he could even think straight. My mouth crashed against his, hungry and feral. He arched up against me, the heat of his body permeating the chill in my bones.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re never going anywhere again.”
“Who said I wanted to?”
I dragged my hand down his body, my nails scraping against his skin. Rafael sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing as he gazed up at me. Spreading his legs, I reached between them and stopped.
“Why… why are you already wet?”
He grinned. "I was in the trunk for a while. Decided to go ahead and make sure I was nice and ready for you. Packet lube is really handy.”
I stared. “I need someone to explain to me, in crayon, why I only have insane fucking assholes around me.”
“Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I know my asshole is insane.” He grinned. “Now put your dick in it.”
A laugh burst from my lips. “Shut up.”
His grin widened. As we fell back into kissing, he rolled his body up to meet mine again. I felt his thighs as they clamped around me. One minute I was on top of him, the next he flipped us. My back hit the bed, a soft “oof” leaving my lips as I stared up at him in surprise.
“Sorry, Daddy. I’ve been thinking about this for hours.
” He spread his legs and reached between them.
Rafael took hold of my cock before he rubbed it back and forth against his hole.
I watched lube drip out of him slowly, my throat working as he finally started to lower himself.
“Fuck.” He panted. “Damn, just the head is so big.”
I groaned and thrust upward. My cock speared into his asshole, and he cried out.
Before he could come to his senses, I did it again, sinking myself deeper inside of him.
Every thrusted inch sank into his depths until he was panting and moaning on top of me.
Every move he made, he clenched around me, threatening to make me lose my shit before we’d even really gotten started.
“Yeah,” I groaned. “Come on. Keep riding. Use those thighs, gattino. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Rafael’s lips parted, his eyes hazy as he stared down at me in raptured awe. His fingers splayed over my chest, his sharp nails sliding over my flesh. I groaned, my hips rolling underneath him as he moved up and then slammed back down.
The air left my lungs as he started riding me like he was never going to see me again. I let him have his turn before I turned us and drove him into the bed. My hands gripped the slats of the headboard, and I dragged my hips deep into that silken heat that threatened to steal every last breath.
“Yeah. Come on. Good fucking boy. Take this cock. Take it!”
“Daddy, fuck!” he cried out. “Oh god, I can’t… Wait…”
I drilled into him deeper. Harder. I needed to feel every inch of him, to drown in Rafael’s tight little ass until he was losing his mind while impaled on my cock. As my hand wrapped around his throat, his head tilted back, and his lips parted as he clung to me.
This was all I needed. Not the throne, not the name, not any of it anymore. Tonight, I’d realized that everything I had ever built, every moment of strategy and coldness, it felt empty when I had no one in my life to share it with.
I would rather be in the gutter than to give up the new bonds I was forging. My sons, my grandkids, Rafael. They meant more to me than being seen as the head of the family while I spent every last one of those moments drowning in isolation.
“I’m gonna cum,” Rafael moaned. “Please, Cesare. I’m gonna cum.”
He started speaking in Portuguese. I let him.
Even if I didn’t understand every word, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was him, here, underneath my body, his face flushed, his eyes dark and searching as he took each and every thrust. The wet, slapping sounds of my body against his grew louder as I rutted into him like a wild beast.
“Not yet,” I breathed. “Not until I say so. You’ve got a lot to give me, gattino. A lot to make up for,” I rasped. “Your penance is to be my perfect little fuck doll all night. To take every inch of my cock and beg for more. Do you understand me?”
Rafael’s eyes watered. “Yes.” He let out a strangled noise. “Yes, Daddy!”
“Good boy.”
I drove into him all over again. When he got too close, I backed off, let him breathe, let him think that we were close to being done.
As soon as he got comfortable, I did it all over again.
Fucking him, biting his neck, kissing his mouth until he was so close he saw the light at the end of the tunnel before I stopped once more.
“D-Daddy please,” he whimpered, his eyes wet. “Please, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Tapping out already?” I clicked my tongue. “If you have to quit, do you even really want my cock anymore?”
He let out a sharp sound of distress. “No!” he screamed before I pulled out and pushed him onto his stomach. “Of course I want you. I only want you!”
My hand tangled in his hair. I arched his back, lifted him onto his knees, and drove into him again. He let out a strangled sound that made every bit of me feel good. I pressed his head down to the bed and fucked him harder, driving into him as sweat beaded on my temples.
“I am never letting you go,” I breathed against his back. My teeth grazed his shoulder blades. “Never. You’re mine. Say you’re mine, Rafael.”
“Yours,” he choked out. “I’m all yours. Only yours.”
A loud grunt slipped free from my words at his confession. I wrapped my hands around his waist and I used that leverage to drive into him even harder. Every thrust drew me closer to the edge of my own release, my stomach coiled and ready as my balls ached.
“Daddy, please,” Rafael panted. “Please, Daddy. I’m losing it. I’m losing it!”
“I know,” I moaned. “Hold on. You don’t get to cum until I do. So you just take it, you hear me? You fucking take it.”
Heat swept down my spine as I felt it coming. That sweet release that would drag me into the best sleep of my life. I reached up, my hand fisting his hair once more.
“Gonna cum,” I growled. “Gonna fill this hole up until it’s leaking out around my cock. Cum for me, baby. Come on, gattino. Do it for Daddy!”
“Fuck!” Rafael shouted. His body was trembling, his head angled to the side so I could see his face. “I can’t—”
“Cum for me,” I demanded.
His entire body tensed, his hole squeezing around me as he gasped. For a moment, his eyes closed, his lips stayed parted, and then he cried out. I watched him grip the sheets, felt him clench around me so damn hard it nearly hurt.
“Yes, Daddy. I love you. I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he sobbed.
My hips stuttered, but it was already too late. I groaned, my teeth sinking into his skin as I emptied myself inside of him. I gave a few more shallow thrusts, really dumping out every last ounce before I panted and pressed my head against his back.
“Shhh,” I said after a long moment of silence between us. “It’s okay. Breathe.” I pulled out of him, and he collapsed with a cry onto the bed. Standing on wobbly legs, I trekked into my bathroom and returned with a wet, warm cloth. I started cleaning him up as he groaned.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Never better,” Rafael moaned.
“Good.” I kept cleaning so the only sound was the towel sweeping across his skin. “I love you too.”
Rafael tensed beneath my hands. I felt every muscle in his body go taut before he slowly turned around. His eyes were still wet, and they searched my face as if trying to figure out if I was screwing with him or not.
“Cesare… you—”
“I said I love you too, okay? Don’t make a big fuckin’ deal out of it.” I threw the towel into the corner of the room, yanked the blanket back, and then climbed in beside him. I turned the light off before I stared at the dark ceiling. “Just… shut up.”
After a moment of silence, a low chuckle filled my ears. “Yes, Cesare,” he whispered before he rolled and laid his hand on my chest. “Whatever you say.”
I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and dragged him against me. For the first time in years, I was giving someone my heart. And all I could do was hope that it didn’t come back to bite me in the ass. However, as Rafael drifted off to sleep, I didn’t feel like he would.
He was the one and only person meant for me.