Chapter Fifteen
Orsen lay panting on the bed. “I don’t like it when you go away, but I love it when you come back.
” Santino had returned from another week in the city working on a huge case, and as soon as Orsen had arrived, Santino had picked him up, taken him to the bedroom, stripped them both naked, then sucked the come out of his dick.
Santino chuckled and lay his head on Orsen’s chest. Orsen liked it, and he stroked his fingers through Santino’s dark hair. “How was it?”
“I’m used to testifying now. The first time I thought I’d throw up, I was so nervous, but now it’s normal.” Lifting his head, Santino grinned. “We won the case, too.”
“Are we celebrating, then?” Orsen lifted his head to accept Santino’s kiss. “I like celebrating like this.”
“I brought some cake back with me. Want to share it?”
“Depends on the cake.” Orsen loved cake and often went to the tea shop with Cody. They’d started going once a week trying different flavored teas and cakes. He’d yet to find a cake he didn’t like.
“Red velvet.”
Orsen’s eyes went wide. “I like that one.”
“I know.” Santino sat up, his hard dick bobbing in front of him. Orsen ran a finger down the rigid shaft, then over the wet head. “I like it when you touch me.”
“I do too.” Orsen closed his eyes. “I watched some of that man gay porn.”
“You did, did you?”
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes, saw Santino watching him with a soft smile on his face, then looked away. “Er…they, you know, did things.”
“Like what?”
Orsen put his arm over his eyes. “They licked each other. You did it once.”
“Ah, rimming.”
Pulling his arm away, Orsen’s brow furrowed. “Why is it called rimming?”
“Because you spend most of your time licking or sucking the outer edge of your anus.”
Snorting, Orsen said, “anus.”
“Asshole, butthole. Whatever you want to call it. Anus is the proper name.”
“I know, but it sounded funny.” Orsen grinned.
“You want me to eat you out? Rim your ass? Fuck it with my tongue?”
Orsen nodded, panting. “Only if you want to.”
“Oh, I want to, but I was waiting for you to let me know. Tell me what else you watched?”
“A sixty-nine. I want to do that with you. And I want to touch you there as well. And there were so many positions. I want to try them all when I’m ready.” Orsen sat up. “And they had handcuffs–” Orsen slapped a hand over his mouth.
“You want me to cuff you or the other way around?”
“I shouldn’t have said anything.” Orsen climbed off the bed, his chest tight. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey.” Santino grabbed Orsen’s arm. “This is a whole new world for you. You’re going to want to try different things, and there is nothing wrong with that.”
“Have you done things like that?” Orsen let Santino pull him into his arms, his large hands sliding over his back.
“I have. Remember, I said I went to clubs and met guys and had fun? I did some of that, too. I was young like you and wanted to have new experiences sexually. I’ve done a lot of things, so I know what I like and don’t like.”
“And did you like those things?”
“Bondage?”
Orsen wrinkled his nose. “No.”
Chuckling, Santino kissed Orsen’s forehead and Orsen sighed. “Cuffing someone is a form of bondage, just like using ties to bind their wrists or rope to form intricate patterns over their skin. There is nothing wrong if you like that.”
Those words calmed Orsen, and he kissed Santino’s shoulder. “Can we try?”
“We can try it all when you’re ready.” Santino lifted Orsen’s head and kissed his lips. “And don’t forget toys.”
Orsen sucked in a breath. “Toys?”
“Yes. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, plus many more. We can try them all.”
“Oh yes, please.” Orsen kissed Santino again. “I want to try them all.”
“You’re staying over tonight.” Santino kissed him back, his hands grabbing Orsen’s ass and Orsen pushed back, wanting to feel Santino touch him there. He’d been wanting it more and more but hadn’t said anything because he wasn’t sure how, but now he knew he could.
“Touch me, Santino. Please.”
Santino’s finger slid between his asscheeks, rubbing his hole. “This?”
Shuddering, Orsen nodded. “It feels so good.”
“I know. I touch myself when I’m coming.”
“Oh.” Orsen sucked air into his lungs when Santino continued to rub his hole. “Don’t stop. I love it.”
Santino’s lips brushed Orsen’s ear. “Want me to use my tongue?”
“Oh God! Don’t say things like that,” Orsen moaned, rubbing his cock on Santino’s hip.
“Bend over the bed, Orsen. Let me make you come.”
Whimpering, Orsen kissed Santino. He pushed his tongue into his mouth, sucking on Santino’s.
He felt Santino move him, and when Santino broke the kiss, Orsen let him position him over the bed.
With his knees on the floor and his upper body draped over the bed, Orsen shivered, feeling exposed when Santino palmed his asscheeks, spreading them wide.
“Santino…”
“I can stop if you want me to. We don’t have to do this if you feel you’re not ready.”
“I feel so exposed.”
Orsen gasped when Santino blew over his hole. “We can do something else instead.”
“I want this, but I’m nervous.” He swallowed, dropped his head on the bed, then wriggled his ass. He heard Santino’s soft laugh, then Orsen groaned when Santino’s thumb pressed against his hole. “Oh,” he breathed. That felt good. “Again.”
Santino’s thumb rubbed over his hole and Orsen shivered, his dick twitching.
When the tip of Santino’s tongue touched him, Orsen jerked, then gasped.
More soft touches around his hole had Orsen shaking.
The feeling was amazing, and he wanted more.
Pushing back, he groaned as Santino licked his ass, his tongue sliding over the wrinkled flesh.
The tip moved around the edge before the flat of Santino’s tongue licked, then when he sucked, Orsen cried out, his body shaking.
“Please,” he begged, but he had no idea what for.
All he knew was his ass felt incredible, and he wanted more.
Santino growled, his tongue jabbing at Orsen’s ass.
Then there was more pressure and Orsen stilled.
Something soft and wet pushed inside and he fisted the covers, biting his lip.
It kind of hurt but it felt good too, and when Santino pulled out, then pushed back inside, setting up a slow, steady rhythm, Orsen couldn’t stop responding.
Pushing back, he rocked on Santino as he moaned and whimpered, needing more.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes. Ugh! So good.”
“That’s my tongue fucking your ass, Orsen.”
“Oh God. Don’t stop.” Orsen whined when Santino licked over his ass, then cried out when his tongue pushed inside again. “Santino!” Santino growled again, his tongue moving faster then there was more pressure. It almost made Orsen tell Santino to stop when his ass lit up. “What? Oh my God!”
“My finger is rubbing your prostate. I’ve done this once before.
It’s a little gland that makes anal sex feel incredible.
Ride my finger, Orsen.” Orsen cried out, rocking on Santino’s finger.
Santino stroked Orsen’s dick and Orsen screamed his name, come erupting from his dick.
He lay sobbing, his body exploding, the world disappearing as he left it behind.
Santino kissed up his back, then disappeared into the bathroom. Orsen heard water running, then sighed when a warm cloth cleaned his ass. “Get into bed. I’ll go and get the cake.”
Orsen dragged his body into bed, all loose and languid, and settled on the pillow, smiling when a naked Santino brought in the cake. Santino’s hard dick swayed as he walked and Orsen reached out, trailing his fingers along the shaft.
“Later. I can wait.”
“You’re so good to me.” Orsen took the kiss Santino gave, sighing softly when their tongues danced together.
“You deserve it.” Santino sat on the edge of the bed and passed a plate to Orsen. “Eat up.”
They ate red velvet cake and Orsen was in heaven.
His body was all relaxed, and he got to spend the night with Santino.
All night. And he got to wake up next to him tomorrow.
Sometimes he had to pinch himself when he thought about Santino.
This gorgeous man who was so smart and intelligent and successful wanted to be with him.
Orsen, who had led a shitty life but wanted to smile and be happy and now he was, except for…
“I got permission to knock the old house down.”
Santino paused with his fork in the air, then lowered it to his plate. “How do you feel about that?”
Orsen didn’t answer straight away. His emotions were strange where the house was concerned.
It had been his home, a place where he’d grown up, but it had been his hell too, a place where he’d been hurt.
A small part of him would miss the house when it was gone.
It was his connection to Allison. He told Santino, who nodded.
“It’s the only place you’ve called home, even if your life there was difficult.” Orsen nodded. “It’s natural to feel this way, but this is a new beginning for you. You can put your mark on the land, build a place where you can live, and create happy memories. Help to wipe away your painful past.”
“I like that.” Orsen ate some cake, then said, “Trace told me about a place near the creek. He said it would be perfect to build a new house, and it has a road too. Well, a track, but it could become a road. Can we go and have a look?”
“Of course we can. Let me know when you want to go, and I’ll be there.”
“Thank you. It would be nice to do this with you.”
Santino kissed him, then went back to eating his cake. “I think I’ve tracked down all the money Allison had hidden away.” Santino paused, then asked, “Are you ready?”
Orsen swallowed. “Is it a lot?”
“Almost three hundred thousand dollars. I found an account where she made regular deposits, then they suddenly stopped. Do you remember if Allison had a job?”
“You mean other than when Ambrose sold her?” Orsen put his plate on the floor and pulled the covers up, suddenly cold. He shivered and cuddled into Santino when he got into bed and pulled him closer. “I think she had one when I was really young, but I’m not sure.”
“I think she did. She made regular cash deposits, but no withdrawals.”
“Do you think she was saving up so we could leave?” Orsen wanted to believe she would have saved them. She was his mom, and he wanted to think she loved him.
“I wish I knew, but all I have are the numbers.” Kissing Orsen’s head, he murmured, “I’m sure she loved you. She didn’t leave you behind.”
Orsen sniffed, nodded. “I wish I could remember her more. It’s like I can almost see her, but then she’s gone again.”
“Like smoke.”
“Yeah. Just like that.” Orsen snuggled closer, sighed when Santino put his arm over his shoulder.
“I want to remember her, but then I don’t.
What if she isn’t who I thought she was?
And I have to arrange the funeral. The authorities only released her body this week.
I don’t know why they had it for so long, but TJ said he would help me sort out a place to bury her.
” Orsen looked sheepishly up at Santino, then bit his lip. “I’ve been avoiding it.”
“I can help. We can find a spot in the cemetery, then look for a nice casket for her. Something soft for her to rest in.”
Sniffing, Orsen kissed Santino’s shoulder, his throat tight. “I don’t want to cry anymore.”
“There’s nothing wrong with letting these emotions out. Cry, Orsen. You’ll feel better after. And you know what would be nice?” Orsen shook his head. “When she’s buried, you can have a few people over to celebrate her life. Make sure she isn’t forgotten.”
“Oh.” Santino blurred, and Orsen let Santino hold him as he cried. “I like that. I like that a lot. I don’t want to forget her.”
“Then we won’t.”