Chapter Thirty-Four
I watch him all the time. I’m mesmerised by him, but he’s hiding, hiding from the world. He really needs to get back to uni. I put a call in to the dean, and we arrive at a solution.
I step into the pool area. He’s doing lengths, and I watch as he cuts through the water.
His body shimmers, taunting me with its deliciousness, with the glistening of his skin in the water.
He’s given himself to me, totally I can feel it, but now I need to do something I’ve never done before.
I need to not be selfish. I need to put him first. It’s a foreign concept.
I need to push him back into the world. I don’t want him to lose himself.
I like that spark. I like it when he pushes back, and I want him to keep his confidence. I don’t want him to forget who he is, even though now he’s mine and mine alone.
He pulls himself from the pool, and I step towards him holding the towel, my gaze eats up every inch of his sinful skin, his long, lean body—it shimmers as the water trickles down his beautiful skin, and those tiny trunks he wears leave nothing to the imagination.
I want him right now. I bite my lip because he looks good enough to eat.
He steps against me, and I wrap him in the towel.
He kisses my cheek, and I tighten my grip and crash him into me as he gasps.
I crash my lips to his, and he relaxes against me.
I chuckle as I take from him, and he just gives in to me.
“Come on, lil’ lamb. You need an early night. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
Leonardo pulls back, staring up at me. “What’s happening tomorrow?”
“You’re going back to uni.” He sighs and tries to pull away. “Lil’ lamb.” My voice is stern, and he tries to look away.
“There’s no point. I’ve missed too much.”
“Well, the dean and I had a conversation, and it will take a little extra work, but there’s no reason you can’t finish the year and graduate.”
He sighs and tries to pull away. “And then what?”
“I thought you wanted to be an architect?” I frown at him because that’s what he says he wanted.
“Yeah, but we’re married now.”
“Wait, you wanna be a Stepford wife? You want to be a househusband? That’ll be enough for you?”
“You’ll let me go back?”
“I may be an arsehole, Leonardo, but I will not stand in the way of school. You want to be an architect? Do it. Prove you’re more than the man you’re married to. You will go back with a security detail, though. That, lil’ lamb, is non-negotiable!”
He stares up at me. Waiting. Watching. Searching for my reaction.
“I just want you to be… happy.” The word feels strange on my lips, almost awkward.
He lifts onto his tiptoes; his lips press against mine. My hands slide around his shoulder and tug against his hair. The towel drops between us, pooling on the floor, and I step closer. I kiss him harder, and I lean into him, making him back up, crashing him against the wall.
His eyes are blown, and he licks his lips.
I step back and tug his trunks down. I unzip my fly and pull my dick out from the confines of my trousers.
Leaning down. I slip my hand under his thigh.
I then pick the other up, lifting him off the ground, he yelps as his feet leave the floor, but he relaxes and the look he gives me makes my blood heat, my dick pulse, and my heart if I had one pound in my chest.
Resting on my forearms, I roll my hands around to his thighs and push them back, his legs dangle, my hands gripping his thighs, my fingers digging in and spreading them.
He’s bared open for me, and it’s such a glorious sight.
His hands grip my shoulders as my dick nudges at his ass, and his eyes widen.
I lean in. It’s dry, it’s gonna be tight, but he’s spread open for me so fucking beautifully.
I can’t resist. Lifting him higher. He squeals as his back slides up the wall.
I push against his thighs, folding them back further on themselves.
His ass is straight in my face, and I dive in tongue first. He screams out as I thrust my tongue inside his ass.
I lick and suck and spear my tongue in and out, spitting against him.
He writhes; his hand wraps around his own dick, his other hand gripping harder against my shoulder, and he slides his hand back and forth against his solid shaft.
I thrust my tongue in harder, his head lolls back against the wall.
I lower him back down. I line my hips up, my tip presses against his ass, and I push forward. He gasps as I press harder, leaning in, until I feel myself push inside.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight, lil’ lamb.”
I inch in until I’m seated fully, and I take a breath, leaning my head against his chest.
“Bellino,” he gasps. My gaze looks up to meet his.
I pull out and slam against him. He squeals out for me, and I smile as I crash my hips against him.
His legs hang over my arms as I grip his cheeks spreading him open for me.
His back is pushed harder against the wall.
I pull out and slam back into him. “Fuck, Bellino, you’re so fucking deep,” he whispers on a groan.
I grin at him and crash into him again. I have him wedged, and I look down and watch where we meet. My dick sliding in and out of his tight hole, the way his ass grips me so tight and pulls me in—I can see the muscle clench around me, and I groan.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last like this.”
“Bellino. I need to cum, please.”
I pull out of him, dropping his feet to the floor, and he whimpers.
Spinning him around, and he yelps as I grip the back of his neck and thrust into him again.
Sliding my hands to his hips, keeping him tilted over for a few seconds while I fuck hard into him, but then I slow.
I reach around his body and take his dick into my hand.
Wrapping the other hand around his stomach, holding him against me as I fuck him and slide my hand over his dick at the same time.
One hand slides up onto the wall, holding himself against it.
The other reaches back and grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
I bite down on his shoulder. I pummel into him.
I grunt with every thrust. My hips piston into him as he gasps and squirms against me. I feel him clench around me.
“Fuck, lil’ lamb, come with me.”
“Bellino,” he yelps as hot streams of cum flood over my hand, coating my fingers slipping around my palm as I crash into his beautiful, tight ass over and over until I spill inside him, biting down on his shoulder as I cum hard.
As we both come down, I slide in and out so slowly before pulling out and causing him to shudder.
His head resting against me, and his breathing stutters as his eyes flutter closed.
I lift my hand and lick my fingers, groaning at the taste of him, and he turns in my arms. His hand slides into the hair at the back of my neck.
His lips hover over mine before he whispers out almost inaudibly, “I love you, Bellino.”
I pull back, but he crashes his lips to mine, and I wrap my arms around him, getting lost in the fact that this man, the one I would die for, loves me. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say the words, but I do I feel it. I don’t hate him the most.