Chapter Twenty-Four #2
Confirming what I already know.
I jerk my head, silently asking him to show me. He doesn’t move. There’s a slight twitch of his hand but when I peer down, I realize it’s only due to him digging his fingers into the counter to resist my command.
“I’ve waited for you to admit this for years. Please don’t ask me to do this if tomorrow morning you’re going to run from it again.”
I stand, crowding him as I slide my waistband down. My heavy as fuck cock slaps on my abs and unable to resist, his chin tilts down. I don’t miss his right-hand clenching into a fist, telling me he wants to touch me.
“I can’t. My body is denying me the choice,” I explain.
Standing close enough that I can detect the heat from his body. My sweatpants are hanging underneath my balls, my cock weeping and standing proud for him. I’m energized and vulnerable all at once.
“What do you want, Carlo?”
He’s almost panting now, showing me how excited he is. That concept sends more blood south. Fuck, if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to have to do it for him.
“For a while at least, it’s got to be just us,” he chokes out his words.
My eyebrows crash together, confused about what he’s saying.
“I don’t want this full time,” I reply, concerned he thinks I’m going to give up Sophie.
He shakes his head.
“I don’t either, but I also don’t want to feel uncomfortable about telling you what I need.
” He pivots his body, narrowing the gap between us ever so slightly.
“I’m only willing to share you with Sophie, nobody else.
You’ve got to stop going to the club; it’s damaging.
And I, for one, can’t watch that anymore. ”
The pulse in my dick is so strong it appears like I’ve grown another heart.
“It’s got to stay private.”
“Agreed,” he states in a rush.
“What about you?” I ask him. “Will you still . . .”
He arches his eyebrow and runs his tongue over the outside of his teeth to conceal his smirk.
“I’m just about to invest in a sex club,” he bobs his shoulders flippantly. “It would be a shame not to benefit from the outlay.”
His playful wink makes me smile but he quickly becomes serious again.
“I can’t promise not to fuck women. But I’ll never touch another man, and you know there’s no risk of a relationship from any of the women I spend time with.”
Carlo lifts his hand, and my body tenses, anticipating his caress and more than ready for it. But he disappoints me by not touching me where I need him most. Instead, he runs his fingertips delicately along my jaw, as if he’s blind and remembering the way I feel through touch.
On autopilot, I raise my chin slightly, allowing him to explore.
“I’m not good with words, so I’ll show you how I feel,” Carlo’s quiet voice mumbles.
His face moves toward mine but rather than kissing my lips, as I hoped he would, at the last moment his lips and tongue followed the path mapped out by his fingers.
Wherever they go, his mouth follows. When his hot lips touch the side of my throat, I groan with delight, enjoying his unfamiliar gentle affection.
Being adored by him is amazing, but my cock is craving attention, and his slow movements are not making it any better.
After several minutes of enjoying his mouths exploration of my neck and shoulders, he moves lower, sucking and nibbling my nipple. This experience is new, as if he’s worshiping me.
My whole body is tense as my eyelids droop closed. I try to absorb the sensations he’s creating, so that I can absorb them into my soul, allowing him to chart a new connection between us and trusting him to take whatever he wants from my body.
With my sight restricted, I don’t notice him moving to my back, until his fingertips trace down my spine, as if he’s examining each vertebra and kissing them. The further south he travels the more he’s building my desires.
By the time he reaches my lower back, I’m vibrating with need. I can’t wait another second. I surround my aching dick with my hand, tugging it and groaning.
“Fuck, Carlo.”
He slaps my bare butt sharply. It stings and as the tingles disburse, they intensify my desires, and by now I’m so lost to him, he could do anything to me. I’m his.
“Listen to your heart. Is there shame in this?” he murmurs.
“No,” I groan.
With his mouth pressed into the small of my back, I feel his lips curl into a smile.
Ready to move us to the next stage of his seduction, he pushes my joggers the rest of the way down my legs, holding them as I step out. I watch him lay them on the counter and suspect I know what he’s planning.
With his hands on my hips, he guides me backward.
“Lay chest down on the counter,” he commands.
I comply without hesitation, desperate for any attention, he’s willing to give me.
Carlo kneels behind me, parting my buttocks and exposing my untouched anus. He traces his tongue down my cleft, and as the air meets the moisture, it makes me shiver as he deposits a thick moist trail between my cheeks.
His tongue slowly circles the hole that I know has held his fascination for years. Carlo yearns to experience the sensation of pushing inside me but he’s never asked, knowing the concept will push me too far.
With his tongue flat, he laps at my most private area, his attention making me pant. My entire body is solid as a rock; I’m so tense, yet in a total state of bliss. I don’t want to cum yet, hoping this experience will never end, but my efforts to hold on make me tremble more.
“Let go, Compagno, I won’t stop. I’ve got years to make up for,” he promises.
The moment he finishes speaking, he buries his mouth back into me, forcing the tip of his tongue inside. His act is dirty, forbidden, and so fucking good.
Unable to hold back any longer, I give my body permission to respond as it wishes.
I gasp, gripping the counter I’m leaning on for stability, and push my butt back, intending to intensify my experience on his tongue but find his finger instead.
His thick digit passes through my ring. Initially, the intrusion shocks me, but as it slides deeper, the strength of the erotic sensations he’s generating becomes impossible to ignore.
His other hand reaches around me, turning me by the cock, I pivot my hips allowing him to guide me into his mouth. The wet heat finishes me.
“Ah, Carlo,” I groan.
As I pump myself into his mouth, my legs feel weak. Yet, just as he promised, he doesn’t remove his mouth from me; not until I’m begging to be inside him.
He releases my cock, pushing his own sweatpants down and lying on the floor on his back. I push his knees up to his chest, and spit on my hand, using my saliva on my hardness to lubricate myself as I enter him.
“I love looking at you as I fill your ass,” I tell him.
The whole time Carlo’s been seducing me, my hands have been itching to reach for him. To touch his chest, kiss him, and taste him. After so long being lavished in his affection, I’m spoiled for choice.
With my new position of power, and one hand clamped around his dick, the other slowly climbing the ladder of his abs, I thrust myself as far up inside him as our bodies permit.
Within a few minutes he moans, “I’m going to cum.”
“Wait,” I order, speeding up my thrusts determined to catch up.
Leaning forward, I slide my hand under his neck, lifting his head toward me. His lips on mine are hungry, telling me how close he is. His body starts pulsing around me, and with my mouth clamped on his, we both let go, allowing our bodies to do what comes naturally to us.