Chapter Twelve
Spencer
When we arrive at the hotel, it feels good to wash my conversation with Carlo off. I’m sure Sophie would struggle to believe it, but I do have a conscience. I’m ashamed of my actions, however I just don’t seem to have the willpower to stop.
I’m enjoying the heat and sense of cleansing the water gives me. I tilt my face into the thundering stream, allowing it to drum into my skin.
I sense Carlo before I see or hear him.
When I announced I was going for a shower, I was certain he’d join me. I silently thank God because my cock has been aching at the thought of him touching me all night.
As he presses his naked body against mine, I turn my head. Our mouths meet, fusing together in a desperate and passionate kiss.
Sex with Carlo has always been part fight, part passion. He’s rough, commanding, taking what he wants from his partner in an urgent, lust-fueled manner that’s utterly addictive. It’s one reason I’ve never allowed him inside me.
Especially now, with his dick studded with so many piercings, I fear he’d rip me to shreds with his enthusiasm.
Within seconds, he’s turned me, backing me up against the glass. His mouth doesn’t leave mine for a second as his hand slides between us and grips my rock-hard dick, making me groan. Whenever he tugs on me, Carlo always does so with the perfect level of compression.
My hand gravitates to his own heavy hardness, delighted to feel him pulsing with need for me. Carlo won’t tell me how much he craves this, because he doesn’t want to pressurize me, but he doesn’t need to; I can sense it every time we’re together.
Even though it’s been several months since our last encounter, our passion for each other’s bodies never subsides. I allow the shame of my desires to be washed away for a few minutes, needing to experience the connection and chemistry we share.
My recent decision to stop my cravings by going cold turkey only seems to have achieved an augmentation of this insane hunger.
He guides his crotch toward mine; seeing our dicks together has always been one of Carlo’s kinks, but since he had himself pierced, his fascination has intensified. Carlo breaks the contact between our lips, resting his forehead on my shoulder as he peers down.
“Look at that, Spence,” he orders.
I tilt my face to take in the vision of our engorged cocks, rubbing up against each other, like they’re long-lost friends.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shower you with my cum.”
His words make my lips twitch into a smile. Carlo’s desires are simple, and they’ve never changed.
I take our cocks in my hand, rubbing them both together, enjoying giving us both pleasure. It feels good to give us both this experience, like I’m floating.
When I masturbate alone, I try hard to think of anything other than Carlo but just before the point of ejaculation, it’s so often him who shoots into my mind. I love him; I have no other explanation.
His tongue in my mouth feels right; his hand on my dick is so much better.
“Fuck, Spence, I’ve missed you,” he groans, making me feel amazing.
Carlo lifts his head from mine, forcing my chin up so that he may kiss, lick, and bite the sensitive flesh between my throat and shoulder. His whiskers prickle the delicate skin there deliciously. Even though the shower water is warm, goosebumps scatter over my skin.
His excitement increases, and so does the speed of the swing on his hips. With the metal rubbing against me, the sensation forces a groan from my mouth.
Neither of us is going to last long, but for the first time in a long time it doesn’t matter; we have all night.
My friend works at a more frantic rate as our bodies get closer and closer to their release. I lean my head back against the glass, enjoying the attention he’s lavishing on my chest and torso.
“Let go,” he growls out his demand.
Unable to deny him, I release my grip on him, and he drops to his knees.
Oh, fuck. This won’t last long. Being in Carlo’s mouth is where fantasies come from. He takes me right to the back of his mouth, knowing exactly how I love to be blown.
At the entrance to his throat, his tongue drags me deeper. He sucks me with just the right amount of pressure.
Carlo and I shared all of our first sexual experiences together. He was the first person to take my cock in his mouth, and no woman has ever quite measured up to him.
I peer down, unable to miss witnessing the temptation of such a scene. Carlo’s a large alpha male. Seeing him at my feet, with his own cock in one hand, and mine in the other while he worships me with his mouth. Fuck, he’s impossible to deny.
The visual treat combined with the tugging sensation and the heat from his mouth sends my blood surging south. The ache in my balls tells me I won’t last much longer.
He peeks up at me, his familiar dark eyes now black with lust and relentless love for me. With our eyes locked, he opens his throat, allowing the head of my cock to enter deeper. The walls of his throat naturally contract with the intrusion, causing a pulling sensation that almost steals my load.
“Fuck, Carlo,” I breathe.
I drop my hand to the crown of his head to force him to repeat the action.
Why did I ever think I could give this up?
Within two minutes, my entire body tenses as I groan out my climax, spurting my release down his throat. He does his best to hold me still, but I can see he’s getting close to his own release.
The moment my body relaxes, he stands, holding me in place with his left hand as he jerks himself off with his right.
He reminds me of a huge, powerful panther holding its prey with an enormous, strong paw, and staring down with dominance as it decides which piece to devour first.
Watching him taking delight in his second favorite kink, seeing me covered in his ejaculation, seems to tighten the connection between us.
As always, the moment he’s finished, he rubs his semen into my skin.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t missed that,” he orders, his voice quivering with the last of his lust.
“Carlo!” I warn.
Preferring to avoid a conversation about what we’re doing here, if I allow myself to think about it too deeply, the normal darkness will creep in.
We shower quickly, both of us aware we’ll be back in here at least once before the evenings out.
As we towel off, we chat as if nothing has happened. He’s careful to keep the conversation light.
“I’m starving. I’ll make the order; I assume you want the usual?”
His question is so typical; he’s always been the caregiver. When we lived in the apartment, he regularly cooked for us when he was home.
“Yeah, great,” I agree. “Ask them to add some Tiger beers to the order, too.”
“You’re on a mission tonight,” he observes. I’ve already had five beers and six shots at the bar. His gaze slides down my naked body, and I’m sure he’s noticed the extra weight I’ve gained since I last saw him.
Neither of us has ever been a drinker. Because of the training we do to keep fit, we’ve always considered alcohol to be counterproductive, aside from the odd night out with the boys.
I used to allow myself a scotch after work sometimes. But recently, I’ve been drinking a lot more.
“It helps.” I explain.
His expression speaks a thousand words, and every one of them disagrees with me.
Instead of arguing, he hangs his towel up and stalks out of the bathroom. I study his form; there’s not an ounce of excess fat on him. He’s the honed, muscular fighter he’s spent years crafting his body into.
The reflection in the mirror catches my eye. I stare at it.
Few would deny I’m a good-looking man. But lately, I haven’t been training for such long periods, and when I go to the gym, I’m not working as hard.
Under my eyes are gray shadows, no doubt because of stress and lack of sleep. My skin appears more sallow than usual, and the definition of my abs has relaxed, leaving me with a very slight paunch.
I’m letting myself go. The realization stings until an idea hits me, and I go in search of Carlo.
He appears to be leaving a voice message.
“He’s fine. We’re fine. We’re at Parks Hotel in Spencer’s usual suite.
I’ve just ordered takeout from Green Lotus.
We’re going to spend the evening catching up and enjoying a few beers, alone.
I’ll see you early tomorrow. I’m looking forward to spending the day with my two favorite girls and can help with Lily’s party. Ciao Bella.”
He notices me as he releases the button, holding my stare, as if waiting for me to object. I don’t; even though I have conflicted emotion about him contacting my wife. I won’t deny it burns that she doesn’t feel able to contact me directly.
Another layer of self-loathing lodges in my gut.
“She called you?”
His tongue glides over the outside of his teeth, telling me how difficult my question is for him to answer. Carlo is the most loyal person I’ve ever met, I have no doubt he has my best interests at heart.
“I saw her earlier.”
I narrow my eyes. “Is she okay?”
He thinks for a few seconds, running his tongue along the outside of his top teeth, the way he’s always done when he’s uncertain what to say.
“I think you know the answer to that,” he eventually replies, dismissing my question. “I’ve ordered food, and your beer.”
His mentioning of the beer triggers my thoughts, and I push away thoughts of Sophie. If I let them consume me, the whole evening will spiral.
“How long are you staying?”
“I’ve got a flight back to Rome on Sunday night.” He reaches for some sweatpants, narrowing his eyes at me as if still trying to interpret my question.
“Can we go down to Justin’s club on Sunday afternoon?” I ask. Eager to get back into the ring with him.
“To fight?” The incredulity in his tone tells me he thinks the idea is ridiculous.
“Yeah.” I stand my ground, unwilling to allow him to discourage me.
He scoffs. “In that state, I’ll fucking annihilate you.”
“We’ll see,” I force myself to reply cockily but I’m fairly sure he’s right.
Though with all the pent-up anger I have, losing a fight to Carlo might be just what I need to kick me into action. Literally.