Chapter 9 #3
In my confusion, I froze against him, lips connected but not moving, like the world's most awkward statue.
Stefano's chest rumbled with something that might have been amusement or frustration. "Relax," he murmured against my mouth. "Follow my lead."
He demonstrated with a slight movement of his lips against mine, a gentle pressure that invited reciprocation. I copied him hesitantly, moving my mouth in what I hoped was a similar pattern.
Is this right? Am I doing this correctly? There should be a manual for this shit.
His hand slid from my neck to cup the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair as he guided me. When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, I opened for him instinctively, remembering how he'd explored me moments before.
But instead of taking control again, he waited, his tongue barely dipping past my lips before retreating. An invitation. A challenge.
Oh. He wants me to…
I cautiously extended my tongue, tracing the contour of his lower lip with experimental slowness. The taste of him—coffee and mint and something uniquely Stefano—made my head swim. When my tongue brushed against his, a spark of electricity shot through me, making me gasp against his mouth.
His growl of approval vibrated against my lips, encouraging me to continue. My movements grew bolder as instinct took over, tongue sliding against his in tentative exploration. I discovered the ridged roof of his mouth, the sharp edge of his teeth, the velvety softness of his inner cheek.
Each new discovery pulled another growl from his chest, the sounds sending pulses of heat straight to my groin. My hands, uncertain where they should be, fluttered against his shoulders before one moved hesitantly to his hair.
The texture surprised me—softer than expected, silky strands sliding between my fingers. I tightened my grip experimentally, and the sound he made had my cock twitching against his thigh.
"Good boy," he murmured against my mouth, the praise sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. "Such a good boy for me."
Heat flooded my face at the words, my entire body responding like it had been programmed to. I felt more slick gathering between my thighs, my cock straining painfully against the thin fabric of my shorts.
His mouth left mine, trailing along my jaw to my ear. "I think you deserve a reward for such a sweet kiss," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.
"Reward?" I echoed stupidly, brain struggling to function through the haze of arousal.
His free hand moved to the neckline of my oversized shirt, fingers playing with the stretched collar that had already slipped off one shoulder. "Show me your chest, little prince."
The request—no, the command—sent a fresh wave of heat through me. "What? No—we're outside—they're watching—"
"Let them watch," he growled, tugging the fabric lower. "Show me."
Some distant part of me recognized I should be outraged, should be fighting harder against this public display. Instead, my hands moved to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up just enough to expose my chest to the cool morning air.
"Beautiful," Stefano murmured, his gaze dropping to take in my exposed skin. "Just as perfect as I remember."
His head dipped lower, and I had exactly one second to realize what he intended before his mouth closed around my right nipple. The wet heat of his tongue against the sensitive bud had my back arching off the tree, a strangled gasp tearing from my throat.
"Oh fuck," I whimpered, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders. "What are you—why are you—"
He answered by sucking harder, teeth grazing the tightening peak in a way that sent lightning racing through my nervous system. My cock throbbed painfully in my shorts, leaking precum that I knew would be visible through the thin fabric.
I was vaguely aware of Marco and Matteo watching from their spots at the camp, their intense focus making this even more humiliating—and somehow, more arousing.
The knowledge that they could see everything, that they were witnessing my complete surrender, should have horrified me.
Instead, it sent another pulse of slick between my thighs.
Stefano's tongue circled my nipple in slow, deliberate patterns before his teeth closed around it again, applying just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain.
When he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same thorough attention, my head fell back against the tree trunk, a broken moan escaping my lips.
"Look at you," he murmured against my heated skin. "So responsive. So perfect. Did you think about this during those lonely nights? About my mouth on you, tasting every inch of this beautiful body?"
"No," I lied, voice cracking embarrassingly. "Never."
His laugh was dark and knowing as he sucked harder, making my hips jerk involuntarily against his thigh. "Liar," he accused, releasing my nipple with a wet sound that made my face burn. "I can smell exactly how much you've missed this."
I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm getting my nipples sucked in the middle of the forest. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"I shouldn't have come out here," I gasped as he returned to my sensitized nipple, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. "Shouldn't have left the property."
"But you did," he reminded me, breath hot against my wet skin. "Because you wanted this. Needed this."
His teeth scraped over the sensitive bud, making me squirm in his grip. "Didn't," I protested weakly, even as my body contradicted me with every reaction. "Just wanted you gone."
"And yet here you are," he murmured, pulling back to blow cool air across my wet nipple. The contrast made me shiver violently. "Getting ravished by an alpha in the woods. Again."
The echo of my own thoughts in his mouth was too much. I shoved against his chest with every ounce of strength I could muster, finally creating enough space between us as he put me down, but he still wouldn’t let me go.
My face burned with a complicated mixture of humiliation, anger, and throbbing arousal that had me pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache between them.
"This is insane. You're all insane." I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth as if I could erase the evidence of what had just happened.
"You don't get to just show up and—and—"
"Kiss you good morning?" Marco supplied helpfully from where he was still casually preparing coffee, as if he hadn't just watched Stefano thoroughly claim my mouth against a tree. "Because from where I'm standing, that looked like a very thorough good morning indeed."
I managed to shove Stefano back just enough to escape from between him and the tree, legs wobbling dangerously as I tried to gather what remained of my dignity. Which wasn't much, considering the very obvious tent in my tiny sleep shorts.
Marco's eyes dropped to the unmistakable bulge straining against the thin fabric, his lips curving into a knowing smirk that made my face burn with mortification.
"Looks like someone's happy to see us," he said, gaze lingering on my embarrassing predicament. "Need a hand with that morning problem, little prince? Or perhaps a mouth? I seem to recall being quite effective at solving similar… situations."
"Fuck off," I gasped, my voice humiliatingly breathless as I turned slightly, trying to hide the evidence of my body's complete betrayal. "I don't need your… assistance with anything."
"Your body seems to disagree," Matteo said quietly from where he still sat, his amber eyes tracking my every uncomfortable shift with predatory focus. "Quite enthusiastically."
I crossed my arms over my chest, wishing I could somehow make my oversized shirt grow another foot in length. "I'm leaving. Don't follow me. Don't talk to me. Don't even think about me."
"Too late," Stefano said, watching me back away with the casual confidence of someone who knew they'd already won. "We've been thinking about you for six months, little prince. And clearly, you've been thinking about us too."
I turned and fled toward the gate, dignity forgotten in my desperate need to escape before I did something truly unforgivable—like begging them to touch me again.
I was halfway back to the cottage before I realized Apollo and Zeus were following me, trotting at my heels like appointed escorts making sure I got home safely.
"Go back to your masters," I told them, not slowing my pace. "I don't need furry chaperones to find my way home."
Neither dog seemed inclined to obey, continuing to flank me until we reached the cottage door. Only then did they turn, heading back toward the camp with the satisfied air of guards who'd completed their assigned mission.
Aunt Akiko was waiting in the kitchen, concern etched across her weathered face. "Leo-kun! Where did you run off to in such a hurry? Your breakfast is getting cold, and you're still in your sleep clothes!"
I leaned against the closed door, trying to compose myself while strategically angling my hips away from her line of sight. The last thing I needed was my elderly aunt noticing the raging erection I was sporting thanks to Stefano's mouth.
"Just needed some fresh air," I managed, the lie tasting bitter on my swollen lips. "Thought I heard something outside."
"Well, sit down and eat before everything gets cold," she chided, gesturing toward the table where a plate of traditional Japanese breakfast awaited.
"I'll eat later," I said, already sidling toward the stairs while keeping my lower body angled awkwardly away from her. "Need to shower first. I'm… sweaty from the morning air."
Her eyebrows rose slightly. "The morning air made you sweat?"
"Exercise," I blurted, backing toward the stairs. "I was… exercising. Outside. In the morning air. Very vigorous. Hence the sweat. And the need for immediate showering. Before breakfast. I'll be down soon. Very soon. As soon as I… take care of things."
I escaped to my bathroom upstairs, closing the door behind me and leaning against it as I finally released the groan I'd been holding in. My cock throbbed painfully against the constraints of my shorts, demanding attention after Stefano's thorough reminder of what I'd been missing.
Six months of trying to convince myself I didn't need them, shattered in twenty minutes of alpha proximity. Six months of touching myself at night to memories that never quite satisfied, destroyed by a single kiss against a tree.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part?
Some not-so-small part of me was thrilled they were back.