Chapter 18 #2
“When people find out it is going to be a fucking mess, Soren,” he warns me.
“I know,” I say slowly. I lift his chin with my fingers and brush my lips against his. “Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
I feel Carmine slowly wrap his arms around my neck over my shoulders and pull himself closer to me. “I’m in love with you, Ren.”
Everything is hot, and I’m melting into him. I feel his breath against my lips and it’s so difficult not to just kiss him.
“I love you too, Carm.” The words sound foreign coming from me, but they feel perfect at the same time.
The man I had once wanted to kill to stay loyal to my family is now kissing me. The man whose blood I had wanted to spill. Whose neck I wanted in my hands.
I can’t lie. I still want his neck in my hands. Feel him writhe and squirm beneath me…but I want him alive.
I don’t want to end his life, because I’m fairly certainly it would mean the end of mine too.
No. I want to feel every inch of him against me. I want to kiss him into oblivion. Not kill him. Not bring him anguish. Only a delightful kind of pain, a twisted pleasure within the darkness.
“Soren,” Carmine moans against my mouth, and I realize I’ve been caught up in my own thoughts. Not kissing him back.
I press my mouth to his firmly, kissing him slow and deep. For right now, in this moment moment, he’s taking control, not me, and I’m okay with this.
My cock is already semi-hard under the towel, but it’s only a second later that I feel Carmine slide one of his hands up my thigh over the towel and start to grope me.
My own hands find his hips and I pull him up until he’s in my lap rather than on the floor.
“Bedroom?” he asks, against my mouth.
“Not yet,” I reply muffled into the kiss.
The room grows darker as I kiss Carmine and he kisses me. Our kiss melts into one, and I’m unable to tell my lips apart from his as my head gets fuzzier with the endorphins of lust and affection.
This is all we do for a very long moment, and it’s a strange thing for me. Kissing without much else.
His mouth tastes of blood, salt, and faintly toothpaste, but no alcohol. Knowing this makes me proud of him, and I grip Carmine’s hips tighter to push his groin against mine.
Carmine groans and swirls his tongue around mine. I mirror him by pushing my tongue against his until it’s on top and then gliding it around. Pleasure tingles up my spine from my groin as he grinds against me. His own length hard inside of his jeans.
Every movement is soft compared to our interactions in the past. Passionate but slow and tinted with the warmth of genuine love. It’s not something I’m used to, and I quickly find it intoxicating.
Usually, I would want to hurry it up, fuck the roughest way possible, get it over with, feel good, make him feel good and not think about anything else.
Right now, I’m enjoying running my hands along his waistline. Listening to him moan, muffled and needy into the kiss. Every so often he parts the kiss to suck in a breath, but continues just as soon.
The air is hot and sticky all around us. It surrounds me and Carmine like a safe bubble. For all of our grinding and kissing, neither one of us have reached to push the towel or pants down. To move things along.
“Bedroom?” I grunt out the question after breaking the kiss. My cock is so hard that it almost hurts, but this is not why I want to move. No. I want to be somewhere that we can lay out. Comfortable.
After all, my stitches, bruises and scabbing cuts are throbbing. It’s not enough to stop me from my horny needs, but it is enough to make couch sex unpleasant.
“Come on,” Carmine tells me through panted breath. He slides off my lap with a hum, and I see the tenting in his pants. It makes me smirk dizzily.
He extends a hand out to me and I take it, allowing him to help me up. The second I stand up, the towel that has been thoroughly mussed up, falls from my waist and to the floor. My hard length springs up slightly and Carmine’s eyes travel down to it, then up the rest of my body to my eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he mumbles.
“Even all beat up?” I ask with another crooked grin.
He licks his lips. “Maybe more.”
Precum drips from my tip at that, and I feel my stomach clench.
“Get me to the bedroom before we don’t make it,” I tell him.
He nods and leads me out of the living room down the hallway and into a dimly lit bedroom with a four-poster bed.
Carmine lets go of my hand and walks over to the nightstand, opening the drawer.
“You’re prepared this time?” I ask him playfully, and I move to sit on the end of the bed.
“This house is more of a vacation house, less of a safe house,” he admits with a sly smile. “I figured we may as well enjoy ourselves before we get run off.”
My face falls slightly. “You think Eivor’s gonna send someone else?”
He sets what appears to be a tube of lube and a condom on the bed. We haven’t used a condom before, but it doesn’t bother me if he wants to.
“And you don’t?” he raises a brow. Carmine steps closer to me and rubs his hands down my chest. His fingers brush along the hair at my pecs and down my stomach. I can’t help but to close my eyes and relish in the feeling.
“You’re right,” I mumble.
He chuckles. “Say that again.”
I smile and reach out, grabbing him by the hips. This time my hands slide around to his belt line and I undo his belt and the zipper of his jeans.
“You’re. Right,” I croon out in a low tone.
“Mm. Yes I am,” Carmine matches my tone and steps between my thighs as I push his pants and boxers down. His length finally free from the confines of the fabric.
We’re done talking.
Carmine’s mouth finds mine again and I claim his just as eagerly. He steps out of his pants, and my hands begin to work on his shirt. And then he’s just as naked as I am.
I reach down to stroke his dick, but he stops me with a soft grunt.
“Hm?”
“Let me help you…” Carmine insists. “Let me kiss it better.” He leans his head down and kisses the shoulder that was stabbed.
I groan softly, half in pain, half in pleasure.
“Please,” I rumble out.
I let him take control. His movements are not dominant so much as firm but affectionate.
My skin is so hot that I can hardly breath and he only makes me hotter as he kisses down my chest, across to my other shoulder and back down again.
His lips are soft and he leaves little wet spots all over my skin.
Each time he kisses one of my wounds, it aches, and then tingles.
I’m dripping with precum already, and I gasp as he sinks to the floor completely and wraps his mouth around my length. His tongue licks at the head, and he takes as much of me in his mouth as he can.
“Ahh, fuck,” I moan. “Carm, yes…”
He sucks me slowly. So slow that it’s almost torturous, but my body tenses with each passing moment. As Carmine brings me closer and closer to my end.
Just when I think he’s going to blow me until I orgasm, Carmine pops his mouth off my length and slowly rubs his hands up my thighs.
“Can I…take you tonight?” he asks me.
I try to pull my head together enough to process what he means.
“You wanna fuck me?” I ask.
Carmine kisses the inside of my thigh.
“Please?” he practically begs me.
My ass quivers at the sound of his voice.
“You have no idea how badly I want your cock inside me, baby,” I tell him breathlessly.
In the darkness, I see his eyes light up with excitement.
“Turn around please,” he says. He’s not demanding but asking. Even in this moment, he seems to maintain his more submissive sexual nature. Wanting to please me, fuck me, but not dominate me.
I stand up from the bed, and then lay myself over the end of it, with my feet on the floor. Exposing my ass to him as I’m bend over. I press my face to the duvet, but my toes curl as Carmine spreads my ass and uses his fingers to push lube inside of me.
He leans down and kisses one of my cheeks, then bites it softly.
“Ah,” I moan, closing my eyes. Then his fingers are inside of me. One, two, three of them. Slowly thrusting and opening me up for him. Massaging at my prostate in perfect circles that make me bite my lip and grunt into the mattress.
“Is that good, Sir?” he asks me.
“Yes…ahh, fuck yes, baby,” I answer him, breathless already.
My hips push back against his hand, trying to get more of him inside of me, harder, faster. He moves so slow though.
“Look at you…so open for me,” he whispers. “So sexy.”
I can’t say anything coherent. Not as he pulls his fingers out of me and lines himself up with my hole.
I feel his cock fill me inch by inch. Stretching and sliding and pulsing. He’s not quite as big as me, and I’ve had bigger, but it doesn’t matter. He feels like he was made for me. Carmine’s dick throbs inside of me as he thrusts.
One. Two. Three.
Slow. Steady. Aching.
My length is trapped between my stomach and the bed and all I can do is curl my fingers into the blanket and moan.
“Yes…oh God, Carm. Fuck me!” I push my ass back against him harder, and the sound of the smack each time his hips collide with me is so hot that it makes my legs feel like jelly.
Carmine presses one hand to my ass and the other to the small of my back and thrusts harder. Not faster. Hard and slow.
Each massage of that sensitive spot inside of me brings me closer and closer.
“That’s it,” he groans out. “I can f-feel you, getting closer. You’re so tight.”
“Ohh…shit…fuck,” I start to lose my footing on the floor, my feet getting sweaty.
Carmine leans down so that his chest is against my back and he kisses at the back of my neck as he humps me. His cock barely leaves me, but the tip and length rub at my prostate in small quick thrusts.
“Come inside me!” I tell him breathlessly. I’m pretty sure he’s wearing a condom, but it doesn’t matter. My words still cause the man to tremble on top of me.
We come at the same time.
Sticky and wet underneath me as my body tenses and then shivers several times. My cock swells and my balls clench. Everything is just static for a second or two.
Carmine is pushing his cock inside of me one last time and then crying out against the back of my neck.
Then, we’re both still. I melt into the bed; he melts into me.
We are one. One sweaty, bloody, aching, and satisfied mess.
Carmine whispers something against my hair, and his hand traces the curves of my back before he falls asleep.
He’s still inside of me.
And I love it.
At some point during the night, Carmine rolled off of me and we end up lying together side by side. My large arms are wrapped around his smaller body and he’s snoring like he’s never slept a night in his life.
I, however, wake up before dawn and can’t get back to sleep.
It’s hard to sleep when the man I’m risking my entire life for is right next to me…in my arms…looking so completely handsome and, for one of the first times ever, safe.
I just want to look at him, that’s all.
My stomach is growling like never before, though, and it gets hard to ignore. So, around six in the morning I finally pry myself from Carmine, go to the bathroom, and then pull on a pair of sweats I find in the closet before heading to the kitchen.
I have a plan. If there’s food in the house anyway.
Make eggs, bacon, and toast. Maybe some fruit if there’s anything salvageable, I’m not sure how often anyone is here. If I can’t find any food, I’ll just order something. We should have time for that, right?
I’m opening the fridge when I hear a crash through the front door. I don’t need to hear anything else. It doesn’t matter who it is, if they felt the need to bust through the front door, they’re bad news.
I rush through the kitchen to the hallway and into the bedroom where I lock the door and shove the dresser in front of it. I grab whatever clothing I can find and yank Carmine up from the bed. He’s only half awake.
“What the fuck?!” he huffs, his eyes barely open.
“Someone’s there, they busted through the door,” I tell him quickly. “We gotta get the fuck outta here.”
Carmine wakes up much quicker now. He pulls on the clothing I’ve tossed at him. Suddenly, a bullet goes straight through the door and into the dresser with a loud crack.
“Shit, fuck! He’s fucking insane!” I growl. “We gotta go out the window.”
Carmine sighs but moves quickly to get the window open. He jumps out first, and I follow behind him as I pull on a t-shirt I grabbed.
I’m shoeless but it doesn’t matter.
“Where’s your car?” I ask him as we make our way through the brush.
“It was out front, we’ll have to get by on foot,” he tells me. I reach out for his hand.
This all feels familiar, uncomfortably familiar, and my heart races in my chest.
Oh, well this is just fucking fantastic.