Chapter 21 Benjamin
Benjamin
“Cielo!” I hear myself scream as I spill down his throat.
I’m partly mortified and partly thrilled. I’ve never come that hard. In fact, I didn’t think it was possible. Well, I’ve dispelled that belief, alright.
My breathing is somewhere between an asthmatic bear and a mewling kitten pleading for air. My skin feels alive and my brain is buzzing. I can’t even describe what’s happening in my groin.
Cielo taps my thigh and I gasp, because I’m sure I’ve nearly suffocated him if the gulp of air he’s taking is anything to go by. I scramble backwards, only to flop forwards on his chest when my hips settle on his upper thighs. My bones are jelly.
Seconds pass and I’m no closer to regulating my heartbeat or air consumption. Cielo doesn’t seem to care, though, because I’m suddenly flipped on my back.
“That was fantastic,” he says through deep breaths. “I want to do it again.”
Well, who the hell am I to say no to that?
“Do you like being fucked?”
My face flushes before I can cover it up. He pulls at my hands as I try in vain to hide myself. I’m so inexperienced it’s embarrassing. What just happened between us is the most daring sex I’ve ever had.
“I’ve never… I mean I’ve done stuff but…” I blurt out. His smile makes everything worse. I don’t want his pity.
“Hey, we all have to start somewhere, and I quite like the idea of being your first.”
Okay, maybe it’s not pity.
He sweeps hair from my face, and his eyes soften. “We don’t have to go there if it makes you uncomfortable, Benjamin. I want you to enjoy this as much as me.”
Knowing he’s enjoying himself spurs me on. I shake my head. “I’m not uncomfortable. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
And there I go again, opening my mouth and letting my feelings tumble out without thinking. We’ve just had incredibly passionate sex and I’m murdering it with my silly hang ups.
“I don’t think it’s possible,” he says quietly. I can’t read the emotions scrolling across his face.
“Then I want to try.”
Leaning down, Cielo kisses me soft and slow. It’s nothing like the lust-fuelled one from moments before. This is deeper and pulls at my heart. Ridiculous, I know. I’m such a fucking cliché.
Pulling away, he chuckles at my sad little whimper.
I was no way near ready for the kiss to end.
I watch his magnificent backside walk over to a set of double doors.
I can see from my position on the bed, he’s entered an impressive walk-in wardrobe, that I’m positive holds tens of thousands of pounds worth of Italian clothes.
Cielo, standing with a bottle of lube in one hand and a box of condoms in the other, stops my thoughts about clothing in an instant. This is all so overwhelmingly exciting. I don’t think I can formulate words.
“Do you still want to try?”
I nod my head rapidly, because even though I’m mute, I need him to know I entirely and enthusiastically consent to whatever he wants to do.
His eyes light up and a smile graces his lips.
He makes a show of tearing open the condom wrapper and rolling it down his impressive length.
My eyes linger on the thick shaft and the way his hand moves over himself.
I make a mental note to study that further, later on.
Next, he trails his fingers down his very sculpted abs, coating them with lube. I momentarily panic because I’m in no way sculpted; a little doughy in places, truth be told.
My panic subsides when I see the heat in his gaze. His blue and green eyes blaze a scorching trail up my body as he strokes himself slowly.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
“Would you like to know my favourite position?” he says with a low and dangerous voice.
“Missionary?” I squeak, causing him to laugh deeply.
“No, not quite. I like reverse cowboy. You know it?”
Oh, bloody hell, there goes my face again. I look away and shake my head.
“Good, I can’t wait to show you,” he says, stepping forward. “On your knees, Benjamin.”
I peel myself off the damp sheets and get to my knees. Cielo circles the bed until he’s behind me.
“I’m going to lay down and I want you to straddle my thighs, okay?”
“Okay.” I sound breathy, and I know I’m close to hyperventilating.
With a bit of clumsy manoeuvring on my part, I balance myself over him. The tip of his cock pokes my inner thigh, and I’m sure I can feel myself throbbing. This is all highly irregular for me.
“I’m going to prep you first. Is that okay?”
Is it okay? Um, yes, please. I don’t say that, though, because I’m still incapable of saying more than one word, so he gets my nod of the head.
One hand rubs up my back and I shiver. My back is a major erogenous zone for me. His nails scrape gently as his other hand trails slick fingers between my cheeks, circling and teasing.
“Mmm, you’re doing so well,” he says, almost to himself. I love the reverence in his voice.
The hand which was scratching up and down my back now clamps on my shoulder.
He presses one finger inside and I gasp at the intrusion.
I wasn’t expecting it to feel so good. I never really got excited over the idea before.
But this feels different…or maybe it’s who I’m with that is the deciding factor.
“Still okay?” he asks, working a second finger in slowly.
“Y-yes,” I manage to gasp out.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, Benjamin. So ready for me.”
“Oh, fuck,” I cry, because the dirty talk, added to the feeling of his fingers stretching me open, is revving me up higher than a grandma behind the wheel of a Ford Fiesta.
“Mmm, that’s it, relax. Do you think you’re ready for me?”
He removes his fingers and I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
Bracing my knees, I push back slightly and feel him breach me.
It feels amazing, so I sink down further.
Cielo’s hand on my shoulder grips a little hard.
When I rise again, his hand pulls me down even harder, and I can’t stop the pant and curse slipping from my lips.
“Harder,” I say, surprising myself. Cielo doesn’t disappoint. He thrusts into me again and again until I have to hold his legs to keep me steady.
With a sudden move, he sits up behind me and wraps one hand around my cock. “Take what you need from me,” he growls.
I feel his chest pressed against my sensitive back.
My hips take on a life of their own. I roll deeply, flexing my legs as I rise and fall on him, over and over again.
Every time I pound myself against him, he curses and strokes my cock.
I feel his teeth scrape against my neck.
I don’t think this could get better. And then it does.
Cielo’s other hand reaches around and plays with my balls, rolling and tugging gently, almost making me shoot off him in both surprise and sheer pleasure.
“Oh…oh, yes. Shit, that’s… Right there, Cielo.”
“Fuck,” he says into my neck. We’re moving together and it’s so damn good.
Taking my hands from his legs, I reach back and roughly grab fistfuls of his hair.
I’m so close and I’m scared he’ll slip out of me before I tumble, but Cielo holds on tighter, his hand working my cock faster until I howl through the best orgasm I have ever had.
We fall to the side in exhaustion, Cielo still buried inside of me. “I…I think I like being fucked,” I say, laughing.
Cielo’s body shakes behind me. “I’d agree. Hold still.”
He carefully pulls out and removes the condom, then cleans us both up with tissues from the nightstand.
I’m slipping into sleep when it occurs to me, Cielo might want me to leave.
As upsetting as that would be, I wouldn’t argue.
Before I can turn to ask, I’m enveloped in his arms as he snuggles behind me, his mouth nestled behind my ear.
I lay there and wait for him to say something, but I only hear soft snores. He’s already asleep.
Time ticks by. I can’t shut off my brain.
It’s not even the fact we had sex that is keeping me awake; it was the quality.
I mean, I thought I’d had great sex before, but now I know it was mediocre at best. How fucking sad.
And yet, I’m secretly pleased my earth-shattering orgasms were the result of a night with Cielo Mannucci, mob king.
I roll my lips to stop myself from laughing, but it doesn’t work. Cielo shifts behind me and I feel his head poke over my shoulder.
“Are you laughing?” he asks, which just makes it worse. I’m one of those people that laughs at inappropriate times and once I start, I can’t stop.
Cielo simply watches me as I fall about, cackling. I can feel his smile against my skin. When I finally get a grip on myself, I roll until I’m on my back and he’s looking down at me.
“Sorry about that,” I wheeze.
He grins. “I’m not sure if I should be offended that you find this so funny.”
Shaking my head, I bop him on the nose. “That’s not what I was laughing about.”
“Care to tell me what you found so amusing?”
I nibble my lip. “Okay, but you can’t laugh.”
“Why not? You did!”
“No, I mean you can’t laugh at me.”
He brushes his nose against mine and I melt. “I promise. Now tell me.”
“Okay, so before we met—” That’s a better way to describe it than before you abducted me, which could potentially ruin our very nice evening together. “—I was reading a new book called Criminal Casanova.”
“That’s an appalling title,” he scoffs.
“Agreed, but not the point.”
“Sorry, continue.”
“Well, as you can probably tell, it was about a mob family.”
“Shocking,” he deadpans. I swat his bottom.
“Anyway. One of the main characters is forced to marry a mob king to save his family.”
Cielo’s smile blossoms before me, and he laughs. “Ah, it makes sense now.”
“What does?”
“The reason you drunkenly told me you wouldn’t marry me and be my sex slave.”
Oh shit, yeah. I forgot about that.
“Well, yes. I’ve been thinking about the book ever since I met you. And…”
“And?”
“And I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for your tricks like the main character in the book. But here I am,” I grin, “I fell into bed with the mob king.”
He gasps. “So, you are my sex slave!”
“No.” I laugh. “Well, maybe. If that’s the level of performance I can expect every time.”
He scoffs, “Please. That wasn’t even my best work.”
“I think your best work would kill me, then.”
He drops his head to my arm and rubs his nose up and down. I can see he’s got something on his mind, so I wait.
“Are…are you okay with what happened? I mean, the part where you slept with someone you vowed not to?”
Running my hand through his hair, I pull a little, so he has to look at me. “I am. I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to.”
He nods. “I know that, but… Well, are you going to regret this later? We’ve only just started working through some things you find problematic about my life.”
Yeah, that’s true and I know I’ll need more time to really dial into my feelings about it all.
“I won’t lie and say it’s instantly okay. There’s too much going on for me to know how I will eventually feel about everything that’s happened. But I know I won’t regret this, Cielo. Will you?” This works both ways, after all.
He shakes his head. “No regrets. I’m surprised it happened at all, but I wanted you. I want you.”
“Then let’s stop talking.”