Chapter 10 #2
“And if I tell you that all I think about is punching you in the face?” he asks, a mock smile pulling up on his face.
“Then you’re a bloody liar,” I husk close to his ear.
“Let me up,” he demands, pushing on my hand with his chest and wrapping my wrist with his fingers. I grab his hand and pull it away from my arm.
“Tell me,” I order, looking straight into his eyes.
“If not the thoughts of me, then about whoever hurt you so bad that you can’t even admit you like being fucked raw by a man bigger than you.”
Carmine’s throat bobs. “No,” he mumbles.
“To which?” I ask. “Family secrets are my specialty.” I lean down even closer. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
He shakes his head. I see that burning shimmer in his eyes.
“Fine,” I mumble. “I’ll tell you what I want.”
I use my other hand to tilt his chin up, grabbing his jawline roughly.
“I want you to cry, Carmine. Every time you look like you’re about to, I pray for it,” I admit. “I want to lick your tears off your face and taste them in my mouth. I want to smear them while my cock fills your mouth.”
Carmine squirms in his chair but doesn’t pull back.
“Every single fuckin’ time I see you, I want to shove you on your knees and shoot my cum into the back of your throat while I fuck your face red and damp.”
I pull Carmine’s face up, forcing him to lean out of the chair slightly. A soft whimper bubbles out from his lips, and my cock twitches.
“Do you like hearin’ that?” I ask him.
He doesn’t speak out loud, but he nods his head against my hand. His eyes flaring with desire. Desire mixed with guilt.
A conflict I’m well aware of.
“Course you do, little slut. You’re such a good boy, but you don’t let yourself feel what you feel,” I croon to him.
“I w-want to get on my knees,” he blurts out in a hushed tone. The second part is barely a murmur.
“What was that?” I ask teasingly. “Use your words.”
“I want…you to push me on my knees,” he tells me a little louder. “Shove your dick in my mouth and fuck it until you’re done with me.”
I slide my hand from his jawline to his cheek, where I rub with my thumb a couple times.
“Was that so hard to admit?” I ask him.
Carmine gasps as I grab him by the back of his hair and shove him down from the chair. He sinks onto his knees on the hardwood floor with no hesitation.
“Here?” he asks.
“Do you want that?” I ask, voice rumbling.
His eyes immediately fall to the bulge in my jeans.
“I thought so. Now, undo my pants and take what you want, you little brat.”
Carmine wastes no time undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans.
I shiver as his fingers slip into my boxers and along my hard prick, wrapping around it until he pulls it out between the slit in the fabric.
I expect him to stroke it a few times, to look at it, maybe even lick it first, but Carmine’s mouth is around me in a half second flat.
“Shit,” I gasp softly.
I tighten my grip in his hair as he takes almost all of me in his wet, warm mouth. His tongue slides along the underside of my length and then around the tip as he bobs his head.
“Ahh, fuck, yeah, just like that.” I grunt and start to thrust my hips toward his face, sliding my dick in and out of his mouth in tandem to his wet noisy sucking.
If I hadn’t already been rock solid before, I definitely am now.
Pre-cum drips from my tip and down his throat as he sucks me off like a champ.
I’m fucking his mouth hard and fast, and he gags every now and then, but doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t pull back or complain. He moans quietly around my length, sending exhilarating vibrations through it.
My dick swells in his mouth as I get closer and closer. Strings of expletives are all that leave me, and I’m gripping his hair so tightly that any harder I might pull him off me.
My balls squeeze and each thrust gets quicker, shorter. Until my cock is barely leaving his mouth.
“Fuck…fucking…God, what a good boy,” I say between panted breathes and grit teeth.
Carmine seems to suck even harder at my praising of him. I look down to see his pretty eyes staring back up at me, and I lose it.
I buck once into his mouth, and then go completely still, buried to the hilt in his mouth as cum shoots out of my tip in several heavy loads.
The second it’s over, I tremble and grunt. My knees feel weak.
I watch as Carmine pulls back when I let go of his hair and swallows almost every ounce of my release. Some of it drips out of the corners of his mouth along with his spit.
“Good boy,” I whisper, soft and rumbled in my chest. I reach down again and stroke his hair a couple times.
Suddenly, the door to the office opens.
“Sorry to bother, but—” Tommaso is standing there in the doorway. With his hand on the doorknob, I watch his eyes go from the desk, to my face, down to my cock that’s hanging out of my pants dripping, and then Carmine’s head that’s peaking out from over the desk as he’s still on his knees.
Carmine’s brother opens his mouth, then chuckles and shakes his head. “Nope, don’t wanna know…but I’m sure as fuck telling everyone else.”
“Get out,” Carmine snaps at Tommaso. “Keep your mouth shut.”
“Fine, but you owe me,” his brother insists before backing up and closing the door.
I look down at Carmine whose face is red and mouth wet. He slowly stands up, and wipes his mouth with his arm.
“Think he’ll keep it shut?” I ask.
Carmine huffs and looks down, his tongue darts along his lips. “Just…put your cock away, Soren.”
I smirk. My head is still fuzzy with blissful pleasure. I follow his command though, and tuck myself back in and zip my jeans.
I can tell Carmine isn’t going to be admitting he wants me, and wants this, anytime soon…and frankly that’s probably for the best. I shouldn’t even be wanting it. If Eivor finds out about this…
But what is this exactly?
What am I even doing here? Working two different plans and trying to stay true to both of them…all while finding myself utterly down bad for the guy I’m supposed to be leading into hell.
I’m supposed to be leading him out of it too.
I swallow hard and walk around to the other side of the desk, not wanting Carmine to notice any sign of conflict on my expression.
“Tell me how talking with the Carvels went,” Carmine says. He sits down in his desk chair.
I’m glad he’s moving onto the subject at hand, but it means putting something into motion that I can’t take back.
I sit down as well and lean back a little bit, tilting my head to the side.
“What, no aftercare allowed?” I ask him.
He snorts. “You weren’t that good.”
I narrow my eyes. “That’s not what it looked like.”
“In case you lost all two of your braincells down my throat too, let me remind you that you’re not here out of the goodness of my heart,” Carmine tells me.
“You’re here because you claim to want to help me and that we’re on the same side.
Against the Carvels. So, tell me what the fuck you said when you went to talk to them. ”
“Alright, alright,” I put a hand up. My eyes shift from his eyes to his mouth, that mouth that was just around my cock.
Then his chest…his breath is still a bit heavy.
My groin is hot again. Seeing him so worked up and demanding turns me on.
Knowing that I’m the one who got Carmine Dresvanni to get on his knees.
I try to brush it out of my mind. Focus on the here and now. I need to get it together. I need him to believe what I’m about to say.
“What I said isn’t as important as what they said,” I insist. “I tried to convince them that they have nothin’ to worry about from you. That as long as they keep on their side, keep their hands to themselves, it’ll be good.”
Carmine eyes me but doesn’t speak.
“They’re not very smart, you know that. Trying to drag info out of them…you’d think it’d be easier, but they go on and on about shit that doesn’t even matter,” I say as I wave my hand. “Eventually, they let it slip that they’re willing to compromise.”
“Compromise?” Carmine asks, his own eyes narrowing into slits.
I nod. “Yep. What they think is compromise anyway. They want equal power to you, of all domains you own, including this one.”
Carmine laughs one solid laugh, looking at me in disbelief. “They want the same deal we offered you?” he asks rhetorically. “They’re not even half as powerful. Why would I agree to that?”
“I told them you wouldn’t,” I say. “And well, they’re smart enough to know that at least.”
“So, they’re sitting on their hands waiting to find something to one up us?” he asks curiously.
I tilt my head side to side humming. “Sorta. I think they’re plannin’ to bust in, guns hot sometime next week. Take some hostages.”
Carmine sits up straighter. “You didn’t think that was important to lead with?” his voice raises. “They really think they can get in here and…what, take everyone out? Hah!” He shakes his head, but there’s anxiety in his eyes.
“I was a little busy, if you don’t recall,” I remind him, and I see desire flicker across his expression before he clears his throats and grabs the bottle to pour himself another drink.
I watch, wondering just how many he’s going to have today.
“I’m guessing they didn’t give you a day?” he asks.
“No,” I reply. “But it won’t be this weekend.” I say the words casually, knowing that they’ll catch his interest but trying not to appear like it’s important.
He takes a sip. “Why not?”
“Oh, the boys have their poker night. They’re too obsessed with money to let something get in the way of that,” I tell him with a shrug.
I watch his eyes, but not too closely. He needs to believe that I’m thinking nothing of the information I’ve just given him.
“Well, not Saturday then,” he agrees after a pause. A small faked smile spreads on his face. “Guess we’ll have to figure out what day they’re planning to show up, and make sure we’re ready.”
“I’ll ask Eivor about sending over reinforcements once we figure it out.” I watch as his tilts his glass to his lips again, ideas and distraction in his eyes.
I think I’ve done my job, but if it’s what I’m supposed to be doing, why do I feel so shitty about it?