Chapter Thirty-Three
Ready for much more, Rico ground his butt against Franco’s cock, urging him to hurry. The man moved at an infuriatingly slow pace. He reached around his ass and underneath the juncture of his legs to grab his balls before pulling back and blowing against Rico’s hole and down his thighs.
Damn you to hell. I need you inside my fucking hole!
Franco lowered his mouth to the back of Rico’s thigh to place tiny nibbles and licks where his fingertips had blazed a trail moments ago. He continued to steer clear of the prize, though. When he took several firm bites out of Rico’s ass cheeks, Rico involuntarily pressed himself back against Franco’s mouth trying to line up his anus without luck.
Rico loved everything about bottoming and wanted nothing more than to please this man who had teased and tormented him to the point of desperation. Having any part of Franco connecting with his most intimate areas made Rico feel special. But he really needed to come.
Don’t make me wait a second longer!
Franco pushed the tip of his tongue against Rico’s hole briefly. It took every ounce of self-discipline Rico could muster to fight the desire to demand what he needed most, but he managed to control himself.
Franco would have to give in eventually so they could both get what they needed tonight.
Franco gave him several painstakingly long licks, starting at the base of Rico’s balls and moving upward to his quivering but still so empty hole. Occasionally, Rico bucked against Franco’s mouth as he sucked and bit at his most vulnerable place. The pressure inside him grew, but Rico kept his mouth—and eyes—shut taking whatever torture Franco doled out. His chest grew tight before he realized he’d stopped breathing.
Let me come already!
Blood pounded between Rico’s ears; he couldn’t last much longer. But instead of giving him the release he craved, Franco continued to alternate his focus between the area around his ultra-sensitive rosette and his balls.
Franco tugged playfully at Rico’s short hairs. Was he pleased that Rico didn’t manscape? Not the time to ask.
Rico’s balls and butt hole contracted, making him moan. “That feels amazing, Sir.”
“I love playing with your hairs. Glad you didn’t shave, despite my snarky comment at the club last summer.”
Relief flooded Rico’s body. He’d wondered all week whether he should shave or not. Franco hadn’t given him a directive or mentioned a preference, other than that one time at the Masters at Arms when a short hair had gotten caught in the rope. Knowing Franco liked him just the way he was made him happy. “I won’t.”
Franco rubbed his scruff against Rico’s ass cheek, startling Rico into letting loose a little hiss. Flicking the tip of his tongue briefly over Rico’s hole, he made slow, deliberate circles around it. Getting closer! Rico opened and closed his star for Franco’s tongue, begging him to solely focus there.
Rico held his breath as he waited for the moment he’d prepared for, but instead of having a cock start to enter him, Rico felt Franco’s tongue pushing against the sensitive opening again. Teasing him again, Franco’s tongue flicked in and out before he nibbled on the skin around his star. When he inserted a lubed finger to rub his P-spot, Rico moaned as the overwhelming pressure built.
“Jesus! I need to come!”
“The name’s Franco, and it’s about time. I thought you’d never ask.”
He’d been waiting for me to ask?
“In fact, I believe we both need to come, Baby.”
Franco leaned over to remove something from the nightstand.
Please, let that be lube!
Hearing the familiar squirts seconds later and the squishing sounds of Franco preparing his cock with lubricant, Rico took a deep breath and waited. Squirting it directly onto Rico’s star, Franco laughed when he jumped.
“That’s cold!”
“Never fear. I’ll warm up that ass of yours in no time.”
“Promises, promises.”
“I always keep them, so don’t you worry.”
Franco continued to apply the cold lube to Rico’s hole, inserting two fingers and scissoring them, making him jump again. As promised, it did grow warmer with his ministrations.
Having now seen the girth of Franco’s cock, though, he’d need all the lubricant and stretching he could get. The purple plug had helped, but time would tell if it was enough.
Still, pain or no pain, he couldn’t wait to have this man buried balls deep inside him.
He pressed back against Franco’s fingers to push them deeper inside.
I may die before you let me come.
Then another finger entered him. Still not the fullness Franco’s cock would provide, but when he began plunging them in and out more forcefully than before, pressing against his P-spot, Rico nearly came.
“Oh God. Yes!”
“Nope. Name’s still Franco, Baby.”
Smart ass, I wish you’d fill my ass and stop trying to be witty.
Rico slowed his breathing as he willed his body to relax, worried that Franco might think he wasn’t ready. When he opened his three fingers to stretch him further, Rico groaned.
“You okay?”
“More than ready.”
“You’ve prepared yourself well for me. Good boi.”
Warmth spread throughout Rico’s body at his words of praise.
After what seemed like hours—oh, don’t be so dramatic, Rico, he could almost hear Angie say—Franco removed his fingers.
“Change of plans.”
What? As Franco moved to the bottom of the bed, he ordered, “On your back, Sweet Cheeks. I want to look at you when I make you mine.”
Mine. A frisson of electricity zapped through him at the possessive words. Again, he wasted no time following instructions, stretching onto his back, spreading his legs wide, and drawing a shaky breath. He’d done everything he could to prepare himself for this moment.
Physically, at least. But what about emotionally?
Franco crawled between Rico’s raised knees leaving him to stare longingly up at the man he’d fantasized about since high school. Their gazes locked. Time stood still. He waited.
Finally, he lowered his face and kissed him ravenously on the lips. Rico burned even hotter.
Kneeling again, Franco allowed Rico to take in the sight of his furry chest and raging cock. His chest grew tight again before he remembered to take a breath. Everything he’d imagined and so much more.
Franco took Rico’s left leg by the ankle and placed it over his shoulder, then followed with the right one, lifting Rico’s ass off the bed. Never breaking eye contact, Franco leaned forward until he pressed his cock against Rico’s opening.
“Spread your cheeks for me.”
Finally!
Rico reached beneath himself to do as instructed. The vulnerability of being in this position concerned him for half a second, but he trusted Franco to take care of him. Staring up at the man he most definitely could be falling in love with, Rico hoped he wouldn’t be hurt in the long run. His heart was more than half committed. Now the time had come to surrender his body completely to Franco.
Rico stroked his lover’s arms and sides in long, slow strokes.
Franco positioned his cock at Rico’s love hole but still didn’t enter him. Instead, his intense stare began to make Rico uncomfortable. Was he waiting for him to do or say something?
“I can’t believe you’re under me right now, Rico. That I’m about to claim you in a way I haven’t wanted to claim any man before.”
“I’m yours, however you want me.”
Just take me!
Franco’s cock throbbed against Rico before he applied pressure to ease himself inside. “Jesus, you’re fucking tight!”
“And that’s…a problem…for you?” Rico gasped for air as his body adjusted to Franco’s size.
Franco opened his eyes, then smiled. “Hell no. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Rico squeezed his sphincter muscle to keep him from pulling out anytime soon. He held his breath and closed his eyes to relish the moment.
“Open your eyes.”
Responding immediately, he did so. Franco pushed with more force and Rico’s body temporarily tried to reject the intrusion. He willed himself to relax and took several deep breaths until Franco was able to push farther inside him. Rico wanted more, but Franco didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Curbing the urge to raise his hips to seat Franco fully inside him, he let the man set his infuriatingly slow pace. All he wanted to do was please Franco. Eventually, they both would achieve what they desired most.
Franco pulled out, causing Rico momentary panic, but quickly reentered more forcefully.
Yes!
“Once we get going, I won’t be able to hold back long, boi, but I’m going to hate for this to end.”
“We’ve got all night. Give me all you’ve got. Feels incredible having you inside me finally.” Rico didn’t break eye contact again other than to blink occasionally. Nothing existed in the world except the two of them.
Franco picked up the pace, his balls slapping against Rico’s ass cheeks as he built up momentum. Tension rose to a fever pitch inside Rico; he wished this feeling could last forever.
Franco lowered his head and chest to capture Rico’s lips once more. His tongue plunged inside Rico’s mouth, setting off a response that made it difficult to hold back any longer.
When he pulled away, Rico pleaded, “Franco…I need to come.”
A smokiness in Franco’s eyes made him hope his partner was just as ready.
“Come on my cock, Baby.”
Did I hear him correctly? It was time?
When Franco slammed against Rico with even more force, he allowed himself to let go of the tight rein he’d been using on his responses until now. He closed his eyes as waves of pleasure flowed throughout his body. Rico convulsed with the intensity of the orgasm barreling through him. He lost the ability to breathe and seemingly most of his brain function.
“I’m coming!”
Rico had barely gotten the words out before his world exploded, releasing the tension that had been building inside him all evening—hell, a lot longer than that, actually. He savored the aftershocks rippling through his body. Franco continued to move inside him. The intense sensations, the almost excruciating pleasure, lasted longer than he’d ever imagined possible.
Rico hated when his first orgasm with Franco came to an end.
Franco pulled out and stretched out beside him, stroking Rico’s face and chest as he eased him back down from his euphoric state. Rico’s breathing gradually slowed, and his eyes shot open. “Sorry, Sir. I forgot to keep my eyes open for you.”
Franco chuckled. “I loved watching you lose control for me.” He leaned on an elbow and bent to kiss him.
Warmth spread through Rico again, this time centered more around his heart. He wished he’d been able to hold out longer, but Franco hadn’t come yet. Rico wanted to make that happen with the same ferocity as his own orgasm had.
My turn to please you, Stud Muffin.
Seeing Rico in a defenseless position brought out all of Franco’s protective instincts. After he’d cleaned himself up in the bathroom, he returned to the bedroom with a warm cloth to take care of Rico. After discarding the washcloth in the hamper, he stretched out beside Rico again and leaned down to place another kiss on Rico’s trembling lips. When he pulled back, the intensity in Rico’s gaze humbled Franco more than anything else could have.
He trusts me to take care of him.
Franco would never do anything to destroy that trust. This man had burrowed himself into his heart, and Franco would let nothing come between them, not if he could help it.
Nothing could come between them tonight. But I can’t hold out too much longer.
Franco’s cock pulsated in anticipation, and he fought for self-control. He wanted to make tonight as good for Rico as it would be for him, hopefully giving Rico more orgasms. Seeing him come for him like that was more than he could have hoped for.
After applying more lube to his cock and Rico’s butt hole, Franco positioned his cock to go into Rico. “Press against me when I enter you this time.” Franco eased the head of his cock past the tight ring again and closed his eyes to focus entirely on the sensation.
With a groan, Franco withdrew almost completely before entering Rico again. Feeling Rico’s muscles squeezing his cock like a vise again nearly made him lose it sooner than he wanted to.
Franco tried to think about something else to prolong the pleasure, but the orgasm that had been building since he’d entered Rico earlier wouldn’t release its hold on him that easily. Even though they had all night to do this again and again, there would never be another first time for him to come with Rico, and he wanted to make the moment last.
“Can you come for me again, boi?”
“You’d better believe it. But I might need to use my hand this time.”
Rico’s cheeky response unleashed Franco’s passion. Not wanting to deny either of them that pleasure, he placed one palm at either side of Rico’s head on the pillow and entered him more swiftly this time.
Franco didn’t want to come without Rico. “Grab your cock.” He did as asked—okay, ordered. “Stroke yourself.” Watching Rico jerk off only brought him closer to orgasm.
Developing a rhythm with the stroke of his hand, Rico matched him thrust for thrust. Rico’s moans told him his lover was already building toward another orgasm. The sense of power Franco felt in this moment threatened to overwhelm him.
Picking up his rhythm and pace, Franco rammed his cock into Rico. Breathing harder, Rico begged, “Please! Come for me, Franco! Now!”
Increasing the rhythm at the urgency in his voice, he pounded into Rico. His balls tightened as he neared his orgasm. “You know…I’m never…going to get…enough of you…don’t you, boi?”
“I hope not.”
Franco wanted this night to last forever, to experience everything he possibly could with Rico. Who knew when their next time together would be? But for now, he needed to stay in the moment, this moment.
With the telltale spasms in Rico’s ass muscles, Franco knew they were both ready to go over the top. “Come with me, Baby.”
“Thought…you’d never…ask,” he said between thrusts of Franco’s cock and the vigorous yanking on his own cock.
Franco pistoned into him as they built to a crescendo, relishing the intense emotion playing out on Rico’s face, his hand speeding up as he masturbated. The sight sent Franco over the edge into his euphoric meltdown.
“God yes!” Rico and Franco shouted at the same time. Franco continued to drive into him until Rico began to wince, then Franco slowed to a glide. Reluctantly, he stopped moving after a few moments, sliding out slowly.
Giving Rico pleasure twice tonight was beyond exhilarating, especially after having taken so long to get to this point in their relationship. Rico might be sore after not having sex for a while, so Franco would need to proceed with caution. But Franco also looked forward to the intimacy of holding Rico tonight while they slept together in the same bed for the first time.
“Shower?” Franco suggested.
“Love to, as long as you intend to join me.”
After they returned to bed, Rico checked his phone screen on the nightstand, no doubt checking on Gina.
“Everything okay?”
“No messages. That should be a good sign.”
The two moved closer together in the bed and spooned each other. Franco was too fatigued for anything more strenuous. Franco rested his arm across Rico’s waist as he breathed in the clean scent of this man.
To experience a committed relationship was new to Franco, but he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else after tonight. The man lying next to him had captured his heart.
I’m right where I belong.
Rico’s breathing grew shallow and steady as he apparently fell asleep. Exhaustion from a long day and intense evening quickly overcame Franco too, and he drifted off as well.
When he awoke sometime in the middle of the night, Franco realized the two of them had reversed positions and Rico now spooned against his backside. Having a warm body pressed against him gave him a sense of comfort and oneness he’d never experienced before.
Rico’s finger touched Franco’s right shoulder blade and moved as if tracing a pattern. “I didn’t know you had a tat.”
Of course. How could he have forgotten that?
Franco turned onto his back, a solemn feeling chasing away the remnants of sleep. “It’s a memorial to Papa. All my brothers have one.”
“Can I turn on the light to see it better?”
“Sure.” Franco turned on the bedside lamp and lay on his stomach. Once again, Rico’s fingertips traced the area depicting the Maltese cross and Papa’s birth and death years.
“Your papa always seemed old to me. I can’t believe he was only fifty-eight.”
“He had a rough life growing up. Probably aged him early.”
“Far too young to die, though.”
Franco couldn’t agree more. “He was taken from us way too soon.” He sighed. “Even though he wasn’t hired by the fire department officially, he was always there to help on search and rescue or to do anything he could to assist. We thought this tattoo would be a good way to remember and honor him.”
Rico kissed Franco’s shoulder blade. “That’s a beautiful tribute to your papa. He was such a good man. I don’t remember my own father much. He died when I was still only four.”
Franco rolled onto his back again and met Rico’s gaze. “I’m so sorry you didn’t have him around to watch you grow up.”
“So am I. But your papa always treated me like another one of his kids.”
Placing his hand at the nape of Rico’s neck, Franco smiled as he pulled him closer. This kiss was tender, poignant, holding little of the passion from earlier tonight, but he needed this show of comfort from his lover in this moment.
Inevitably, though, sparks ignited and the two made love again, this time mutually masturbating to give Rico’s anus a chance to rest. Afterward, they settled back into each other’s arms.
“Where’ve you been all my life?” Franco asked. Rico poked him somewhat teasingly in the side. “Yeah, I know. I’m an idiot.” Pulling away, he met Rico’s gaze. “But I don’t intend to let you go now that this bear has been woken up.”
Rico’s finger traced tickling patterns through the hairs on his chest. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
Franco pulled him tighter against him. “I’d rather hold you,” he said, pulling Rico closer until his head rested on Franco’s chest.
“I’m all yours, but you have to work in the morning and need to get some sleep. So be careful where you let your hands roam.”
“Brat.”
My brat.
Franco breathed a contented sigh and closed his eyes.
All was right with his world.