13. Tommaso
TOMMASO
My bedroom is too quiet. Aleksandr lays on top of me with his mouth against my neck, and his dick still inside of me, and everything is far too quiet. I know what I just said, but I only know half the reason for why I said it.
“Why?” Alek asks. “I mean…I suppose I know why. For the same reasons you just told me in the living room?”
Now that I have the strength to lift my arm, I wipe the sweat from my brow.
“Yes. I know I said I shouldn’t feel guilty, that you shouldn’t feel guilty…but…” I cut my words for a second or two. “It doesn’t change the fact that this is dangerous. We shouldn’t be doing it.”
I should expect Alek to leave me, but when he leans up off of my body, pulling his length out of me and sitting up on the bed, I feel pain at his absence. Not a slight disappointment, but physical pain in my chest and stomach.
“I know it’s dangerous,” he tells me. “I also know my wife wouldn’t approve.”
I blink at him. “This isn’t about your wife,” I insist. “Not about you.”
“How isn’t it about me?” he asks. “I was just the one balls deep inside of you, Tommy.”
My jaw tightens. “It’s about…my family. Until this is all over, this is too dangerous. Anyone could see us, hear us.”
Alek nods slowly. “I’m aware of that. I still don’t understand why we can’t do it again. It’s not like we can’t…” He shakes his head. “No, never mind.”
“What is it?” I ask him as I sit up and scoot closer to him. I feel his cum dripping out of me as I do so. It makes my cock tingle with need again. I try to ignore it.
“I’m not going to beg you to fuck me, Tommaso,” Alek says harshly. “I’m not going to feed you reasons or ways. If you want me, you want me.” He turns to look me directly in the face. “Either you do or you don’t.”
“It’s not that easy,” I say. “What I want or don’t want…it doesn’t matter. What matters is we could both be killed. We shouldn’t meet unless we have business to discuss.”
“We could both be killed either way,” Alek reminds me.
“They could already know. Whether we fuck or not, the Bianchi want to take your family down and they’re going to try whether I’m part of it or not.
Your family will fight even if they find out about us, and I’ll still be caught on both sides.
So, don’t use that fucking excuse with me. ”
My breath is caught in my throat, but I manage to speak.
“They could be attempting to bomb our estate right now, and where am I? Getting my fucking back blown out by you,” I tell him.
Alek’s face goes dark and he starts to get up off the bed. “Fine. Like I said, I won’t beg you.”
Suddenly my heart is racing in my chest.
“Alek, wait!” I grab him by the wrist, catching him off guard apparently because I’m able to pull him back down onto the bed.
“What, Tommy?” Alek starts to ask but before he can get the entire sentence out, I press my mouth to his.
I kiss him firmly, but not as harshly as some of our other kisses have been. I find myself far more desperate in this moment than any other.
Alek kisses me back fervently. The heat between us quickly builds up to the temperature it was before, and the hot humid room only grows more so.
I’m not sure why I’m doing this, or perhaps I’m just not willing to admit it, even to myself. Either way, I am, in fact, kissing Aleksandr Volkov and pulling him further onto the bed against me.
Once Alek is pressed against my chest again, I roll us over until I’m on top of him, and press my groin against his. I can feel that his wet cum-slick length is already hardening against mine.
Our mouths stay pressed to each other’s, lips to lips, and tongue to tongue, as he moans into my mouth.
I’m not fully taking over our dynamic, not really.
I’m still allowing him to dominate the kiss.
His tongue slides into my mouth and swirls around my own, claiming it.
Making it his. Being on top of him only gives me control in a minor sense, but I’m still following his movements.
I follow the way his body starts to grind up against my own.
I grind down against Alek at the same rhythm.
Finally, I part from the kiss, not to talk, but to trail hot kisses down his jawline to his neck.
He marked me, now it’s my turn to mark him.
As if he knows exactly what’s coming, Alek tilts his head to the side and gives me better access to his neck.
I kiss along the skin of his neck once, then twice, before I suck it into my mouth and bite at it.
He moans underneath me, and I can feel the goosebumps riding on his skin, even in my mouth.
I let go of the spot in my mouth and bite down on another just next to it. His skin tastes as salty and musky as it smells, and I love every bit of it.
Feeling Alek shift and grind underneath me is enough to send all the blood in my body rushing downward to my damp cock.
I don’t need anymore time than I’ve been given to be ready to go again, and despite what I just told him…
I’m kissing and licking his red little wounds as I grind my dick down against his.
Alek places his hands on my hips and starts to rock his hips up against me with more vigor. Our hard lengths rub against each other easily thanks to the cum and sweat on our bodies.
The sting of the cuts on my thighs only brings me more pleasure.
Not a single word is spoken as we writhe and grind. Our hips crash against each other like waves in a storm.
Breathless and dripping with sweat, I grind my cock against his faster and needier.
His hand slides from my hip to one of my ass cheeks where his fingers dig into the flesh there so perfectly.
I grunt and groan into his shoulder until his mouth captures mine and every sound I make is echoed into his mouth and out into mine.
“Ah,” I pant out at the same time as him, our tongues flicking against each other.
Suddenly, I hear him saying something in Russian but I’m not sure what is it.
All I know is the next second he’s grasping me so tightly that it hurts.
I dive into his kiss again. Our teeth clash, lips stick, and my tongue is assaulted by his in a swirling dance inside my mouth.
He dominates me even from underneath me.
With his fingers biting into my ass cheek and his tongue controlling mine.
The pressure is building up inside me, and I can’t take it anymore. All I can do as my length pulses is tremble against Alek and let my cum squirt between us.
He comes at the same time as me, if not a split second after. Alek’s cum mixes with mine, smearing between our bodies as we squirm and rock our hips.
The sound of complete pleasure that comes from Alek’s mouth in an orchestra of moaning and grunting makes me shiver hard as the last of my cum drips from my tip.
I relax on top of him, and his head tilts back against the pillows. My head dives for the crook of his shoulder.
This is where I stay for several long moments as I catch my breath. As the dark fog of sleep starts to come over me.
I feel shifting underneath me as I’m falling asleep, but I don’t process it. I simply breath in the scent of sex and sweat on Alek’s skin and let myself go.
When I wake up the room is cold, and Alek is gone.
At first, I think perhaps he is in the bathroom or even in the kitchen getting himself something to drink. I come to the conclusion that he is nowhere in my apartment very quickly.
Disappointment hits me. It shouldn’t. I don’t deserve to feel it. After all, I told him it couldn’t happen again. I told him not to come to me unless it was for business.
What did I expect? To wake up with him sleeping peacefully beside me or making toast and eggs in the kitchen?
I swallow down the lump in my throat and immediately make my way to the shower. I have to wash him off me. All of it. Not just off me, but from inside of me.
As the hot water rushes down over my skin and sore muscles, I remember the way he feels inside of me. Stretching me as I milk him for everything he’s worth. As he uses me just like I wanted him too.
My cock is already hard again. The heat from the shower is overwhelming combined with how hot my body is.
I try not to think about it as I wash myself. As my hands roam my body, soapy and wet… It’s far more difficult than I’d like to admit.
At least until I remember the fact that he wasn’t there when I woke up. He left. My heart sinks in my chest and it’s no longer as difficult to ignore my erection. This irritates me. I shouldn’t feel sad—I shouldn’t feel anything.
Yet, I do. I remember the pain in his eyes and voice when he told me about his wife and his guilt over her death, and I feel an ache in the pit of my stomach.
I growl and slam my fist against the shower wall.
“Get over it,” I tell myself. “Stop thinking about him. If he wanted to be here he would.”
Tough words for a man who told Alek that what I want or don’t want doesn’t matter. It’s the job that matters. The business we’re meant to be doing together.
My fist tightens and I squeeze my eyes closed.
I could so easily find him and tell him I didn’t mean it. That I was wrong. That what happened afterward was supposed to show him that instead of drive him away.
Instead, I rinse off, get dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, and head to the last place I really want to go. Home.
The sun is just starting to rise when I arrive at the estate almost thirty minutes later.
I don’t know who will be awake when I walk in, but someone surely has more information to give me about the situation.
That or I can train those two teenagers.
Something to take up a few hours of my time.
To help me ignore the urge to pummel something or someone into the ground, or reach out to Aleksandr.
Much to my surprise, when I walk in, all of my brothers are sitting in the family room drinking coffee and eating croissants and various fruits and meats.
“You’re all up early,” I say.