Chapter 33
Ellinor
We get back to Cello’s apartment, and I’m practically begging for a shower.
He starts to walk down his oversized hallway. “There’s a spare room back here; it has a bathroom attached.” We make it to the door, and he turns around facing me. Marcello timidly adds, “Do I need to check you over for cuts and bruising? Or I can get Doc here in thirty minutes.”
I step into the room, leaving him at the door. “Just check my back. That’s the only thing that was facing the explosion.” I turn away from him and pull my shirt off, throwing it onto the bedroom floor. Then, I move my hair over my shoulder so he can see my whole back. I hear him suck in a breath, and now I know without a shadow of doubt I’m not imagining the sexual tension that has always been just below the surface with us.
I turn around, hook my arms behind my back, and unclasp my bra, letting it slide down my arms, freeing my tits. I’ve wanted to do this for far too long.
He looks fucking edible. I let my eyes shamelessly rake over him. He’s a good six foot four, bulky and wide in the chest and arms, but that lean waist makes me want to bite my fist. He has that effortless olive skin, but what stops me every time are his icy blue eyes, with what looks like white spots littering them. They’re so beautiful they hurt to look at. His black hair that’s always styled to perfection, along with his jet black neatly trimmed beard, is such a stark difference sitting next to his eyes. Then add the fucking tattoos… he’s a walking fucking wet dream.
“Are you done ogling me, Elle?” he asks with a smirk.
“No, I’d like to see what you look like without that perfect suit on and my cum covering your face.” Hell, yes, I got his eyes to widen! I have never been able to shock Mr. Stoic here.
He’s creeping toward me with a predatory look in those glowing eyes, unbuttoning his suit jacket, shrugging it off onto the floor, and working the buttons of his shirt now. “Tell me, Ellie. Is this what you want?”
“Please, Cello.” That’s all I get out before he grabs the back of my head and smashes his lips to mine. This isn’t your normal kiss. I feel his soul reaching out for mine. He’s pushing me back into the room further while brushing his tongue against mine until I feel the back of my knees hitting the bed. I pull away, trying to joke away some of this extreme lust filling the room. “You’re a part owner in a sex club, and we’re about to be boring and fuck on the bed.”
He pushes me down onto the bed, and I lean up on my elbows, looking up at him all innocent. “Who says we’re fucking, Ellie?” He rakes his eyes down my body and stops when he gets to my leggings, still covering my lower half. He’s practically growling, “All your pleasure is mine.” Then, softening his tone, he finally answers me, “But not anymore. Vin bought me out, so I can just be your boring bed fuck.” I have a bad feeling he’s going to be anything but boring in the bedroom.
He taps my hips, telling me to lift so he can pull my leggings off. I wish I could’ve showered after working that whole shift, but I don’t think Marcello has any plans of stopping.
Fuck, I forgot!
“Stop.” He halts and looks at me with concern. “I’m on my period.” I’m not adding anything to that because some good dick will get rid of these god-awful cramps.
He reaches his hand out for me to grab, and I place mine in his. He pulls me to stand and we start to head toward the connected bathroom. I look around at the huge counter, and all of my skin and hair care products are sitting on it. I’m not even asking right now. I want to know what he has up his sleeve.
“Can I?” I give him a nod, and he finally peels my leggings off along with my black underwear. You know, the ones you wear when you’re bleeding to death and don’t want to fuck up your cute ones. The ones earlier were cute, and I sure as shit fucked them up.
I reach for his belt, flinging it open. I can already see the outline of his thick cock down his thigh through his pants. Running my hand over it, I savor the gasp that leaves him. I look up, and the heat in his eyes is enough for me to slide his pants and boxers down, freeing his massive cock. It’s heavy sitting between his thighs, veins littering it, and swollen to the point it looks painful. This is going to be fun.
He reaches into the huge shower, big enough to fit probably eight people in it, and turns the water on. He checks the temperature a couple of times and then grabs my hand to help me walk into it.
I could get used to this princess treatment. The other two are going to have to step up their shit.
A pang of sadness that they’re not here runs through me, and I make a mental note to have the conversation that I’m not picking between all of them. They all are so different, but I feel my soul pull to each of them.
Marcello grabs my face with both of his giant hands, and I place mine on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat below them. He slowly places his lips onto mine, taking his time with this one. It’s like he’s trying to memorize the shape and feel of me, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to know what he felt like on me for longer than I can comprehend. He brushes his tongue across my lips, and I let him in willingly.
One of his hands leaves my face, sliding down to my chest and kneading my breast. He pulls away from the kiss, but only to latch onto my nipple for dear life. He’s pinching the other between his fingers. I’m already a withering mess, and it’s only been a couple of minutes. This isn’t going to last long.
“Marcello, I need to take out my disc.” He gives one more hard suck, followed by a bite to the flesh on my side boob and pulls away to look at his handy work with a blinding smile. Asshole.
He slowly raises his gaze to mine. “Okay, what do you need me to do?” If I wasn’t already flushed from what he just did, I’m sure my face would be blood red. I’m no blushing virgin, and I know Cello has seen his fair share of blood, so here goes nothing.
“It’s going to be a mess in here until it all washes down the drain.” He gives me a nod and a shrug, not looking or backing away at all. I throw my leg up on one of his many ledges in here and pull my disc out. I swore I would never go back to pads or tampons after these. They’re so much easier to just rinse off and place back in. I could’ve also left it in for sex, but personally I’m not a fan of that.
Blood splatters on the floor but is getting washed away fairly quickly. I look up at him, and his eyes have darkened even more.
1 Fuck, I think he might have a blood kink.
I set the disc down on the shelf by what I now see is my exact fucking shampoo and conditioner. Not having the time to even think about that, he pushes me up against the shower wall before I have time to turn my head to look back at him.
He runs his fingers through my slit and dips one of them into my heat before pulling his hand up between us. I watch him as if I’m watching a wild animal that’s ready to attack while he puts that same finger into his mouth, sucking it clean.
“Mmm, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this, Ellie.” Okay, it wasn’t a one-sided crush at all. “Your blood tastes lovely.” Fuck I’m not going to survive being in Marcello Barone’s orbit.
I look down and see his cock swaying between those thick thighs of his, a string of pre-cum hanging from the head. I take it in my hand, running up and down the length of it a couple of times. I stop when I feel metal on the bottom side. Oh, fuck yes! He’s pierced. “Thank you, Satan, for blessing me with these.” I gently run my fingers up each side where the balls are for each piercing, appreciating the seven metal barbells right under that thick muscle in the middle of his gorgeous cock. He lets out the smallest hissing sound, and I question, “You sensitive, Cello?”
“Yes. Fuck. Enough, or I’ll come right here.” He knocks my hand away, but I’m wearing a shit-eating grin. I love bringing men to their knees.
He finds my clit quickly, quicker than most due to having a hood covering mine. I’ve always been insecure about it, but he didn’t even hesitate before starting to circle the sensitive nub. He reaches his other hand behind me, sliding into my waiting pussy from the back. It’s like he’s playing my body like an instrument he’s been perfecting for years.
The pressure is already building; my limbs are tingling, and my hips are moving back and forth on their own, riding his fingers. He has me trapped between both of his strong arms, his head tilted down, sucking on my neck, and I’ve never felt more free. Usually, it’s me having to be in control, but I could get used to this.
He starts to do something with his fingers that are inside me; it has my eyes instantly rolling to the back of my head. “Yes, Cello, please. Don’t. Fuc—Stop!” I can barley get words out.
The growl that comes out of him has me thrust off the edge. “Never. You’re mine, Ellie.”
I come on a scream. “Cello, fuck.” I’m not above fist-bumping Mother Nature for the period, adding extra sensitivity. Or Blair; she’s the one that triggered this one.
He grabs my waist, picks me up, and sits me on the hip-height ledge still in the shower. I can’t even catch my breath before grabbing onto his biceps, appreciating them and the veins littering them. He truly is a specimen.
“I’m going to finally make this cunt mine.” The “finally” makes me stop.
“How long have you wanted this, Marcello?”
He looks up at me, pure want in his eyes. “Since I saw the lightness that you used to carry around with you slowly fade.” Both of his hands are cupping my face. “I want to explore the darkness with you, Ellie.”
Tears well in my eyes because I know exactly when that light started to drain out of me. It was when my mom’s health started to decline. I knew how to deal with her when she was a crazy bitch to me, but when she became sick and couldn’t be mean anymore, it made me wonder why we couldn’t have that normal mother-daughter relationship. When you’re taking care of a parent who wouldn’t take care of you or your sibling, it eats away at your soul in a way you’ll never know unless you go through it.
“I’m ready if you are, but I’m not doing the monogamy shit again. The mine shit isn’t going to fly.” Something flashes over his face again, but it’s gone before I can really get the read on him. He doesn’t seem like the sharing type, but you never know. He could shock me.
His cock has been rubbing against my heat this whole time, and my hips are shamelessly grinding on this ledge, embarrassingly close to falling off.
“Fuck me, Marcello.”
He grabs the base of his dick, sliding it through my already wet slit, focusing extra attention on my clit. “Beg for it, Elle. Let me hear how pretty you can beg for me.”
I’ll switch for him any day. As long as the person in charge in the bedroom can carry themselves well, I don’t fight it, but until today, I hadn’t met my match.
“Please, Cello. I’ve wanted to feel you in me for so long.” I look up into his eyes, then back down where his cock is sitting between my swollen pussy lips right at my entrance and back to meet his electric blue eyes. “I need to feel you and those piercings rubbing my perfect spot.”
With his hand still gripping the base of himself, he dips his swollen, leaking head into me, making it to the first barbell. Before pushing in further, he pulls out and he’s just looking at the blood coating it. Is he having second thoughts?
“Marcello, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I grab his chest. He takes his hand and smears the blood all over his cock, then shoves two of his fingers in me. I gasp when he pulls them out and starts writing something across my chest.
“You’re mine and all I’ve ever wanted.”
He gently pushes the center of my chest, making me lean back slightly on the shower wall. He’s lining up again, but this time, he shoves into me as far as he can. I yelp out, throwing my head back against the tiles in pleasure. I feel him pause, and I look up at him in question. “Don’t take your eyes away from us. Look at my cock getting swallowed up by this greedy cunt, “MINE” written in your blood across your chest, and that same blood tying our souls together.”
He ruthlessly pounds into me.“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted to feel this cunt wrapped around me.”
He reaches between us, places his thumb on my clit, and starts rubbing at a sick pace. All while bending at his knees slightly to get the perfect angle to hit my G-spot. “Fuck you feel too good, Cello.” I’m holding onto his shoulders for dear life but almost pushing away, trying to fight the orgasm that is about to swallow me up like the eye of a hurricane.
He growls, looking me right in the eyes. “You can try to run from me all you want, Ragazza Dolce. I have your blood coating my cock now. You’re stuck with me in this life and every life after this.” His words send me over the edge, and he makes the orgasm last even longer by pinching my clit, rolling it between his fingers.
He lets go and grabs both of my hips, picking me up off the ledge and flipping me around. “Hold on, Ellie. I’m not finished with this pussy of mine yet.” He puts extra emphasis on the mine after what I told him earlier. And I do just as he says. His huge hands are gripping so tight. I know there will be bruises covering my skin, and knowing he’s marking me sends shivers through my body. He’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. The piercings rubbing all over my G-spot have me seeing stars. My legs are spread impossibly far, and his balls are slapping my already sensitive clit, and before I know it, I’m about to come again.
I scream out, “I’m c-coming, Cello!”
He’s right behind me, filling me with his seed. The feeling of his cock jerking inside me is so fucking erotic. I feel him slowly pull out with a grunt, spinning me around and picking me back up to sit on the ledge.
“Wha—” I stop before anything else can come out of my mouth. He has my pussy on full display, and he’s watching with rapt attention while his cum drips out of me.
“Your blood and my cum… Beautiful.” He’s swiping up what’s leaked out, smearing it all over my overly sensitive pussy, then shoving it back in. “Right where I belong.”
I have been waiting to see this side of Marcello Barone for years, but what just happened exceeded every expectation I ever set. A part of me feels guilty, but I shouldn’t. I always talk out of the side of my ass about no slut shaming, but here I am guilting myself.
Zamir and I are nothing official, and we even had the “I don’t want to do the whole monogamy thing” conversation. Then I think about my sweet, Big Boy Nash, but the same thing with him. Maybe I could have all three in my fantasy world, right?
Marcello tucks me into the guest bed, but he said he had too much work to get done to sleep, so I fell asleep to thoughts of all three of my guys. My guys.
I wake up at Marcello’s and see all of our clothes that we took off in a rush last night, littering the floor. I’m smiling to myself like a fool. I get up, do my business in the bathroom, and head to pick up all the discarded clothes. When I pick up Marcello’s pants though, I see some white lace sticking out of one of the front pockets. Holding the lace out in front of me… there’s no fucking way, right?
1.R E D R U M - Austin Hull