44. Ignacio #2
Standing, I gently corral him to the bed, following him as he goes.
I’m a panther to my prey, and when he stares into my eyes, he shudders.
I know everything I'm feeling is there for him to see. Fuck, I don’t even try to hide it this time.
Why would I? Love, desire, want, respect…
all of it is there. The raw emotions. I bury them quickly, not needing to keep my heart on the line any more than it already is.
He reaches out and touches my face. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.”
Sighing, I slump over him, shaking my head, before I slowly claw back my walls.
I’d give him whatever he asks for, and now he knows it.
Even this, my heart and soul on a platter for him to toss aside.
I press my lips hard against his, closing my eyes as if to shut out the pain that I know will come later.
Fucking Il Padrone. He always claims our pleasure and pain. And fuck, that's what he's doing right now. He may not be in this room, but it doesn’t stop his torture.
Lifting my head, I blink away the tears and try to smile at Benjamin, but it’s wrong, and I know it. From the way he caresses my cheek, and stares at me with sadness, he sees right through me. I wish he’d let me hide. Let me pretend. I’d save him from the pain inside me if I could.
I grope for the lube Il Padrone left tossed on the bed. As I raise his ass up, I remember that this is my last chance to be with him. With that in mind, I lower my lips to his hole, gently nibbling at it before licking. I groan at the taste of him. Fuck, I’ve missed that taste—so uniquely him.
I squeeze his ass as I dive back in, letting his moans guide me as I burrow my tongue inside him, fucking him with it. His curses fill the air, and pride fills me. My Little Mouse is never quiet, but fuck does rimming drive him wild.
“Oh, fuck! I’m close!” Benjamin shouts out, and I draw back, disappointed. I’d love nothing more than to stay in bed and drive him crazy with it for hours. I press a kiss to his inner thigh, before sitting up on my knees and grabbing the lube again.
Coating my fingers, I insert two and slowly stretch him, adding a third as he squirms impatiently. I bite back a chuckle when he curses me. “Patience, Little Mouse. Patience.”
“Fuck patience! Get in me,” he growls, and like always, I cave to him. His needs are more important than anything.
I slick up my cock and push in slowly, loving the feeling. Fuck, it’s like coming home. My arms shake as I still once I’m fully inside him. I want to thrust, but I don’t want to move either—it’s the sweetest, most painful pleasure ever.
“Move, Ignacio. Now!”
The last of my restraint shreds and I pull back, thrusting in hard.
It’s a blur after that, as I focus on him, trying to ignore my own body’s needs.
I peg his prostate again and again, listening to his keening cries.
Fumbling for the lube, I add more to my hand before grasping his cock, pumping it in time with my thrusts.
“Little Mouse…” I groan as he meets each thrust, spurring me to go even faster. There’s no holding back. Growling, I duck down and bite his shoulder—hard—needing my mark on him, when Tennant’s are already there.
With a shout, he starts to come, and I force myself to keep going, fucking him through his orgasm.
It’s only when he almost melts into the goddamn bed that I let my control snap.
My strokes become erratic, and my breathing heavy, as I chase my own pleasure, needing to find completion in the man who still owns me, knowing it’ll never happen again.
“Fuck!” I scream out my orgasm, shuddering on top of him as I fill him with my cum.
I collapse onto him, the sticky remnants of his own pleasure smearing between us. I stay there, content with the world, before everything hits me once again. I gently withdraw from him before flopping onto my back.
“Shit. Are you alright?”
His hand finds mine, threading our fingers together and squeezing. “Thank you.”
Air crystallizes in my lungs. I fucking knew it was nothing more than a way for him to get through Il Padrone’s orders, but damn. I guess I allowed myself to have more delusions than I realized. Fuck. It’s like dying from a million papercuts, my heart bleeding with no chance to stop it.
Clearing my throat, I manage to force out the words he wants to hear. “You’re welcome.”
He must sense something is off because he lets go of my hand, and for a moment, I feel bereft, before he rolls onto his side and props his head up. I try to avert my gaze, but he doesn’t let me.
Shaking his head at me, he captures my face and drops a kiss onto my lips. I furrow my brow, not understanding what he’s saying. Is it pity? Is it something else? Does he still feel the connection?
“I’ve missed you, too. I still love you,” he whispers, and my heart explodes with joy.
I wonder if I’ll get to keep him. I don’t mind sharing him with Tennant. After all, I have Roman. But damn, have I missed him.
“I—”
The door bangs open, and if I had a gun, I’d shoot whoever just entered. I curse as I force myself into a sitting position. “What the fuck?!”
“Get up. Get dressed.” The urgency in Marcus’s voice stops me in my tracks. “All hands on deck. The Amatos…”
“What?!” Benjamin snaps, but Marcus just shakes his head before turning and running out of the room.
I exchange horrified glances with my Little Mouse.
It’s only a second, but it feels longer.
The tension snaps, and suddenly, we’re both scrambling for our clothes.
His are right next to the bed, but mine are all the way by the door, from when Il Padrone had me strip down.
I dive into them, and by the time I’m hitting the door, so is Benjamin.
What the fuck happened now?