Chapter 6
Lorenzo stared at his cousin hard, not quite believing that Samuel had resigned himself to an unrequited love with Pauli… an unrequited anything with the man, instead of pushing the issue years ago. He benefited from Samuel’s decision now, Lorenzo knowing he’d never have gotten a chance at either of their arses if they’d figured it out sooner. Not that he’d had a chance to fuck Pauli yet, when Lorenzo had only just ripped the fa?ade off the man’s queerness, exposing it. Pleased him too that he’d been the one to do it, doubting that Andretti would’ve been able to force his way past Pauli’s bluster to uncover the truth.
No, it was far easier for him to handle Pauli while Andretti and Samuel enjoyed their time together.
He couldn’t wait to see Pauli and Samuel together… all that unresolved sexual tension that Samuel had reserved for his best friend being finally released. Once Samuel got over the shock of it that was. And it wouldn’t be a long wait. Lorenzo would make sure of it.
“God… you’re so fucking hard, Pauli… for someone who denies wanting this… dripping too,” he uttered between kisses, not wanting to give him a chance to deny his body’s reactions. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see Samuel on his knees sucking your cock…because you know he wants to.” Lorenzo grinned at the slight shudder that went through Pauli, surpassed only by the desperate whine that came with Lorenzo’s next words. “Or maybe it is you who should be on their knees sucking cock… And you want that, don’t you?”
“No… fuck… no,” Pauli protested, but it was half-hearted at best when arousal shook his body.
Lorenzo chuckled. “You need to stop lying to yourself, cugino.” He gripped Pauli’s cock hard earning a moan spiked with pain. Fuck, he was going to be so much fun to play with because Samuel wasn’t a fan of being roughed up like Pauli. “Admit it, cugino. You’re a slut for it…and that eagerness doesn’t stop with fucking… because you’ll do anything to earn a taste of cock.”
“No…no… please…please… fuck, please,” Pauli begged with every slow stroke of his cock that kept him on the edge but never falling over it.
He ignored the need of his own cock in favour of showing Pauli what pleasure truly was, and it didn’t come at the hands or mouths of the women who shared his bed in the past. “Come for me, cugino… I want you to come for me, then get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Denial reared its head as Pauli shook his own violently, but Lorenzo no longer believed a word of it. He could protest verbally as much as he wanted, but Lorenzo knew he’d win in the end.
He leaned in and traced the shell of Pauli’s ear with his tongue. “Come for me, Pauli… I want to feel you spill over my hand.” His breath hitching with pleasure as Pauli gave a low moan, hips jerking as he came. “So. Fucking. Good,” Lorenzo whispered, uncurling his fingers from around his cock.
Raising the hand to his mouth and holding Pauli’s gaze, Lorenzo licked up the cum dripping down his wrist and then offered his hand to Pauli to clean up the rest. Lorenzo half-expected him to baulk at the prospect of tasting his own cum, and so was pleasantly surprised when Pauli didn’t hesitate to lick Lorenzo’s fingers clean. Tentative at first before attacking it with gusto. “Fuck… you love that, don’t you? The taste of your own cum… of cum in general,” Lorenzo said, his eagerness to see Pauli’s mouth stuffed with a cock grew more insistent. He wasn’t going to last long but considering that Pauli was new to all of this, maybe that was a good thing.
Lorenzo relaxed his tight grip on Pauli’s throat, caressing his jaw before sliding his hand up into Pauli’s hair. He leaned in to kiss him, a gentle press of lips this time that conveyed a lot more than Lorenzo had expected. More than he’d wanted to acknowledge the moment he saw a frustrated and desperate Pauli on his doorstep asking for the man who already shared his and Andretti’s bed. Pulling back, Lorenzo breathed deep, tightened his grip on Pauli’s hair and sent him to his knees. Lorenzo grinned when Pauli made no effort to push him away despite the angry glare he wore. Unfastening his pants to free his cock, Lorenzo watched Pauli as he gave it a couple of slow tugs. He pressed the tip of it to Pauli’s tightly pressed lips and demanded entrance to the moist heat that lay behind them.
Resistance breached; Lorenzo groaned as his cock slid into his mouth…deeper still into his throat until Pauli had taken it to the root. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he enjoyed the choking splutters of his cousin, the saliva that spilled out of his mouth and coated Lorenzo’s cock. But he’d been right too that he wouldn’t last long. Lorenzo thrusted hard and fast into Pauli’s virgin mouth, groaning loudly as he fed him his cum.
Cum drunk and spaced out on endorphins, Pauli swayed on his feet when Lorenzo yanked him up from the floor where he’d knelt. Leading him back to the master bedroom, Lorenzo carefully stripped him of his clothing and ushered him under the covers. He stared at the men who were already asleep in the bed and barely restrained the bark of laughter that wanted to escape. This scenario was the last one he’d expected to happen when Samuel had strolled through their front door determined to wrangle the vineyard’s accounts into coherency. Never thought he and Andretti would be reluctant to let Samuel return to Melbourne, but with Pauli here…
Lorenzo breathed deep while stripping off his own clothes. There’d be no keeping one without the other. Samuel and Pauli were as much a packaged deal as Lorenzo and Andretti were, and they couldn’t be separated for long. But he also knew that Samuel had wormed his way into their hearts and that Pauli would soon do that too…if he hadn’t already done that to Lorenzo.
And they’d fight hard to keep them both here.
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Strollinginto the kitchen the next morning, Lorenzo grabbed himself a cup of coffee from the pot Andretti had already brewed. He took a sip of the unadulterated brew, not understanding why his lover wouldn’t even let it cross his lips before drowning it in milk and sugar. But that didn’t mean Lorenzo was opposed to the sweet bitterness he tasted on Andretti’s lips.
He wandered over to the table where Andretti and Samuel were seated, leaning in to give each a kiss before sitting down. Lorenzo snatched a piece of buttered toast from Andretti’s plate, not surprised at all by its coldness. Andretti often got up earlier than him to deal with their partners in this venture, the Devil Hawks MC. His lover had lingered in bed a little longer once Samuel had joined them, however that hadn’t lasted long as sheets of numbers demanded Samuel’s attention.
Although this morning, Lorenzo was surprised that Samuel had managed to extricate himself from Pauli without waking their new bed mate. Lorenzo had to admit his cousin had not only discovered something new about himself last night, but Pauli had also driven from Melbourne to Mt Gambier. Five hours of travelling and a change of time zones… it wasn’t anywhere close to being a short journey. Exhaustion was to be expected.
“Is our guest still in bed?” Andretti asked, looking up from the tablet in front of him. “And I use the word guest in the loosest of ways.”
“Snoring his head off and drooling on the pillow when I left.” He chuckled between sips of his coffee. “Kind of interested to see how he reacts when he wakes.” And Lorenzo was curious to know whether Pauli would embrace his newfound sexuality or if he’d try to ignore what happened last night.
Andretti furrowed his brows and glanced at Samuel. “You reckon he’ll try to sneak out?”
“No fucking idea.” Samuel shrugged. “Last night wasn’t his usual behaviour.”
Lorenzo snorted. “Yeah, but I didn’t give him much choice either. But…at the end of the day, you know him better than us, Samuel.”
Samuel sighed, turned off his tablet and leaned back in his seat. “Sneaking out… I don’t think that’d happen. Honestly, I can’t see Pauli leaving here unless I’m leaving with him. And I don’t want to leave.”
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t want to leave? This isn’t where we belong. You’ve got a job back in Melbourne… fucking responsibilities too that you can’t just walk away from,” Pauli snarled as he strode into the kitchen. “We are the heirs to the heirs… we’ll need to step up when our brothers take control of the family. We don’t have time to be playing with grapes!”
“Our brothers don’t need us right now, Pauli.”
“Are you fucking sure? Because they’re both taking on way more than they need to.”
“And if they’d wanted our help, they’d have asked.”
“Yeah… I have to agree with Samuel on that point,” Lorenzo interjected while ignoring the heated glare Pauli sent his way. “Everett would never have agreed for Samuel to leave Melbourne if there was a desperate need for him back there.”
Pauli’s glare intensified wariness mixed with desire rather than anger. Lorenzo wanted to reach for him, haul him onto his lap and kiss him until only desire remained in Pauli’s eyes. He’d even share those duties with Samuel and Andretti, knowing neither man required much convincing to do it. But Lorenzo guessed such a possessive action might cause Pauli to flee rather than succumb to his desire, and that’s the last thing he wanted when losing Pauli would mean losing Samuel too.
But patience wasn’t exactly a virtue that Lorenzo had been blessed with.
Catching Pauli’s gaze. Lorenzo grinned lasciviously at him while slowly rising from his seat. He really wanted to taste those lips again, but as he’d suspected, Pauli stumbled backward like a skittish animal and didn’t hesitate to reach for Samuel, dragging him out of the kitchen. As Lorenzo watched the pair leave, he could only hope that Samuel took advantage of the opening he’d made in Pauli’s fa?ade last night.