Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Matteo
Michel and Connor accused me of overkill.
Even if what they said was true, I’d happily own up to it.
Connor had come into my house broken, and I’d be damned if I did anything to jeopardize him or his recovery.
Even if it meant that the only sex I was getting was jerking myself off every morning and evening in the shower.
I’d limited myself to only tasting Connor’s mouth for two weeks now.
I was slowly losing my mind because that not-so-innocent boy didn’t know how much he teased me.
He sweetly raised his chin to kiss me every goddamn morning.
At night, he waited for me to kiss him goodnight, no matter how late my business kept me out.
What I wanted to do was throw him back on my bed and suck his brains straight out of his cock.
I refused to let him leave my bed, but I also didn’t trust myself to keep my hands off him if I slept there as well.
The unfortunate solution was that I ended up in the room intended for him.
Connor had dropped hints over the last week that he’d prefer if I didn’t excuse myself every evening, but his bruises hadn’t fully faded.
They needed to be gone entirely before I touched him anywhere beyond his mouth.
But that? I kissed him every chance I got.
“Boss, he’s in the sunroom.”
I nodded to Sam, the guard who’d given me the information, and headed to the back of the house.
Connor became agitated when I tried to discuss how he came to be at Ralphie’s and distraught when I brought up the houses.
If the subjects were enough to terrify him, they were a sufficient threat for precautions to be taken.
I’d increased my crew to provide a constant bodyguard for Connor and beef up the security around the house.
When this section of the city was originally developed, the builders added conservatories that rivaled the ones found in Victorian England.
Most of them had been destroyed to make room for more development.
A few, like my own, had survived. Nothing had happened in the room in the ten or fifteen years I’d been here.
A few days ago, Connor had asked if he could play in the dirt.
Of course I said yes, with instructions to the crew that he had free rein to order anything he needed for the space, but I didn’t want him leaving the house.
Connor’s definition of playing in the dirt and my own differed vastly.
In a few short days, he was on his way to completely transforming the space from a never-used room without a purpose to a fully functioning greenhouse operation.
He was so engrossed in potting a plant that he didn’t hear my approach from behind.
I slid my hands around his torso and gently pulled him against my chest.
“Pup, what are you doing out here?” Connor had originally stiffened when I put my hands on him, but he sagged against me once I spoke. “This is a lot more than playing in the dirt.”
He wiggled around until he faced me and then tipped his head back and met my eyes.
“Are you mad? Did I spend too much? I told the guys I didn’t need all of this.
I put everything I could want for a garden in my cart, and then I was going to take out what I could live without.
Frankie said you’d be mad if I didn’t get everything. ” He chewed on his lip.
“It’s fine. I wouldn’t be mad, but I’d be disappointed if you hadn’t let me get everything you wanted.”
“Well then, I guess it’s okay. Are you sure you’re not mad?” Connor asked, peeking through his long lashes to check my reaction.
“I’m sure.”
I softly kissed his mouth and then returned for a longer sample.
My tongue swept into his mouth, and Connor’s sweet taste was precisely what I needed.
The sensation of his cock grinding against mine was the distraction I needed from what I’d found out about his family.
Connor drew back and gently framed my face with his hands.
“Matteo, stop making me wait. I feel fine. And I want you.” Connor’s quiet voice held a steely quality I hadn’t heard from him before. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his already hard cock. “This is what I want. You’re who I want.”
Internally, I groaned because I knew I should talk to him about today. But fuck it. I’d take the fallout tomorrow. There was no goddamn way I was going to turn down the man I’d been lusting over since we met. With a growl, I captured his mouth again and thrust my tongue into the wet heat.
Connor ground himself against me, and desire shot through my veins. Between dueling tongues and grinding cocks, I was ready to fuck or get fucked by him. It didn’t matter to me which one. When he drew away, I chased after him.
“Matteo,” he hissed in my ear. “Get rid of the guards. I want you, but I don’t want to put on a show for them.”
Shit. I’d forgotten they were even here.
“Guys, leave and close the doors behind you.”
They said something on their way out, but I didn’t understand because all my attention was focused on the man who had pushed me against the potting table and was currently unbuttoning my shirt.
When his nails scraped across the already hard points of my nipples, I groaned. Holy hell, his hands were magic.
“Can I do what I want?”
“Pup, you can do anything you want.”
“In that case, hop up on the table. I’m not ready to kneel.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Matteo, you don’t understand. I want to do this. This entire time, I’ve done nothing but imagine what your cock tastes like. Please let me.”
After a strangled laugh, I hefted myself onto the table and used one hand to unbutton my slacks. Who was I to stop a man on a mission?
Connor grinned, and then every thought in my head vanished when he slipped the spongy head of my cock into his mouth.
His tongue swirled around the top and dipped into the slit as he rolled my balls in the palm of his hand.
When he tugged on them gently, my entire body jerked at the unexpected pleasure.
Each pass of my cock had him taking me farther into his mouth.
My hands carded through his hair, and I had to fight the irresistible urge to thrust into his mouth until he choked.
“Baby, I’m so close. If you keep going, I’m going to blow my load.”
Connor’s gaze met mine, and with a quirked brow, he somehow managed to suck me deeper into his mouth.
His eyes never left mine as his cheeks hollowed with each suck.
I tried to pull back so I wouldn’t come down his throat, but Connor growled, moved his hands to grasp my hips, and increased his speed.
“Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Baby.”
This man had reduced me to babble by the time my release rocketed through me.
Ropes of cum shot down Connor’s throat, and he kept his mouth on me in a gentle suckle until every drop had been swallowed.
When my softened cock slipped from his mouth, he delicately wiped his mouth and then sucked off the stray cum still on his lips.
I surged forward and slammed our mouths together. My tongue swept into Connor’s mouth, chasing my own taste. Connor responded with the same sloppy need I had.
“Pup, let me take care of you.”
“Uhh, too late.” Connor gestured to the growing wet spot on the front of his pants.
“Are you telling me you came hands-free from sucking me off?”
“Please don’t remind me.”
“Pup, that’s hot as fuck.”
“You sure ‘bout that?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Does this mean you’ll finally sleep in your bed with me?”
Instead of answering, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room at a sedate pace. I stalked past the crew, who quickly found reasons to turn around and look anywhere but at us. When we reached my door, I threw it open, pulled him in, and slammed it behind us.
“Pup, there is no goddamn way I’m sleeping anywhere except right next to you.”
Connor and I shared a shower because we were both very concerned about saving water. I cleaned every nook, cranny, and crevice he had thoroughly. I paid special attention to his pucker, and I might have slipped a finger in once or twice because I was the tiniest bit evil.
Connor tried to convince me we could continue where we left off downstairs, but I flatly refused. I knew it would be too hard on him, even if he didn’t. He would have died before he admitted he was feeling achy and exhausted from the exertion of blowing me.
My knowing smirk when he needed to sit in the shower was completely ignored. True to my word, I slipped into bed with him for the first time. I clutched Connor like my favorite teddy bear. If I thought I slept well before, it was nothing compared to the rest I got with Connor in my arms.