Chapter 1 #10
I go right back to sucking him down. I'm multitasking like a goddamn demon. Then he fucking flips us.
One second I'm in control, working him open, and the next thing I know, he's scrambling over me like he can't take it anymore. "What—?"
"Sorry," he pants, flushed. "I can't wait. I have to ride."
Oh fuck. I grin. Grab both handfuls of his ass and squeeze, hard. His dick's still wet from my mouth, leaking against my stomach.
"Then ride me, baby."
He reaches down and yanks my pants down. My dick springs free, then he grabs it. His hand wraps around the base, and then he sinks. All the way down. My eyes snap open.
His mouth opens in a silent moan. I watch the way his body takes me, until he's seated, already shaking on top of me.
"Holy shit," I choke. We both glance down together, watch my dick disappear inside him, buried so fucking deep I feel it in my soul.
I grab his ass again, rougher now. Spank-worthy grip. Perfect handfuls. I spread him wider, wanting to see more. "You feel this?" I whisper.
"Mhm," he nods, breathless. Can't even speak. He grinds once, then he starts to move. Slow, needy rolls of his hips.
Now he's riding me. He fucking rides, he slams down on me like he's in a goddamn porno and I'm the lucky fuck who got cast last minute.
His hips move so fucking smoothly, grinding forward on the downstroke just to drag my dick inside him deeper than deep.
Jesus, he's taking it. He's taking it all like it's nothing. I hope no one's hearing the way we're fucking like goddamn animals. I'm gripping his waist tightly, watching the way his ass bounces and claps down on me.
He's fucking bouncing like he's on stage.
His thighs slap gently against me. His back arches. He's moving so fast now I'm getting dizzy. Back and forth, back and forth.
My god. He's an idol. A sex god.
A holy fucking monument to riding dick. He rides like he's hungry for it, every bounce knocks the air out of my lungs. I can't look away. He starts moving slower. Dragging it out. He's smiling, right above my mouth.
One hand gripping the headboard above me, showing off those arms, that body, that goddamn control he thinks he has. And the view is better than anything I've ever seen. Better than beaches or skylines or art galleries full of naked saints.
I grab his ass and start guiding him myself, pushing him forward, pulling him back, deeper.
"I missed being inside you," I whisper.
He leans down without stopping, still rolling his hips slow, and he brushes my hair back, too fucking gentle for how filthy we are right now.
"Let's do it tomorrow too," he says, smiling. "And the day after." I twitch so hard inside him. God help me, I might not last. His back arches like he's made of fucking liquid.
That curve... Jesus Christ.
"Don't go soft on me now," I whisper. "Ride me harder."
"I wish I could," he whispers, grinning. "But the whole house is gonna hear us."
Right.
He pushes his hair back with one shaky hand, bites down on a moan, and fucking keeps going. Finds that rhythm again, that bounce. His hands plant on my chest for balance, but he's losing it. He's so close. I can see it.
His eyes squeeze shut. He's about to break. My hand comes up fast and covers his mouth. I love his sounds, fuck, I'm addicted to them, but they don't need to travel down the hallway. They don't need to reach our kid's ears.
Or anyone else's ears. These noises are mine.
"Keep it down," I breathe, forehead pressed to his. "Those are for me." I can feel him shaking.
"You cumming?" I whisper.
He nods, desperate, and that's it. That's when I let myself go too. We cum together. Same second. I can see him spilling all over me. Just seeing it, seeing what I do to him, makes my own orgasm hit harder.
I have to clamp my jaw shut, bite down on the sound clawing up my throat so I don't fucking scream. I stay buried inside him. As deep as I can get. I don't pull out.
I push up instead, filling him with me, emptying myself into him while he's already smeared all over my chest, my stomach, my hands.
My hand drops away from his mouth, and he lets out this heavy, shaky breath. Makes sense. We basically just did a full workout. How is this man that hot? I don't even understand the physics of it.
I don't ride like that. He's a professional. My husband was born to ride me into the afterlife. He grabs a tissue to keep cum from getting on the sheets. His cheeks are on fire. Mine probably match.
"Wanna go wash up?" he asks softly. I nod. He gets off me and starts putting his clothes back on, and I hand him each piece from the floor. He takes them, smiling a little.
I can't stop looking at him every two seconds while I'm getting dressed. I don't know why he hits me this hard when he looks wrecked like that. Don't get me wrong, he's gorgeous when he's all neat and put together.
But when he looks like he just came back from a war fought entirely in our bed… that's fucking hot.
We walk to the door and open it slowly, slipping out and closing it behind us as quietly as possible. We turn around and see Lorenzo on the living room floor, looking under the couch.
He sees us and stands up.
Walks over. Squints. We say nothing. He keeps staring.
"You had sex, didn't you?" he asks.
Rava immediately shakes his head as if saying no. Lorenzo looks me up and down. "Your shirt is inside out. It was normal before," he says.
Traitorous fabric.
Then he turns to Rava and presses his hands to his cheeks. "Your face is literally boiling. I'd rather you tell me you're stuffed than tell me you have a fever."
I shove Rava gently toward the bathroom. "We're taking a shower, bye."
"Hey!" Lorenzo calls after us. "When you're done, help me, please!"
"With what?" I ask, half turning.
"I lost Giuseppe."
I stare at him. "We're in this house... with a mouse running around free in here?"
"Don't say mouse," Lorenzo says. "He's a tiny baby hamster. Just try not to step on him. Now hurry up."
I drag Rava into the bathroom, shaking my head.
17) Christmas Trip Pt. 6
Gio
It's Christmas morning.
I hear noise at the door. If that's Lorenzo this early, I swear to God he's catching a punch as a gift. I drag myself up, open the door.
It's Jin. With Antonio. Antonio is stupidly happy, in his tiny pajamas, giggling. Jin is yawning. "He wanted to come wish you guys Merry Christmas," Jin mumbles, handing him over.
I smile and grab our son. "Thank you for your service, soldier Jin."
"Thank you for letting me actually sleep," he says, already turning away.
"You're welcome," I grin, and close the door.
I stroke Antonio's hair as I walk back to the bed. "Where's Dada?" he asks. I laugh and point at the bed. "You see that thing hiding under the blanket?" I whisper. "I think that's him. I think he's freezing and he needs your hug, Bean."
"Should I go?" Antonio whispers back, giggling. "Of course you should. You say Merry Christmas to him first."
This little traitor.
He didn't say it to me yet, but he's ready to sprint to Rava. I'm going to eat him. Antonio crawls onto the bed and lifts the blanket.
I only see Rava's hair. Then I don't see Antonio at all.
Just a moving lump.
I try to lift the blanket too and Rava immediately yanks it back down. "How dare you. We're freezing," he mumbles. "This is a protected zone."
"I just wanna come too!" I complain, standing there, exiled.
Rava whispers something to Antonio under the blanket and they start... discussing it. Talking about whether they should let me in.
Incredible. Democracy in our own bed.
Antonio finally peeks out and waves me closer. I slide under the blanket and wrap my arms around both of them at once. This hug is worth more than every euro I've made in my life so far. And we're talking about a lot of money.
Rava leans in and plants a huge kiss on Antonio's cheek, eyes still half-closed. "Merry Christmas, Bean," he whispers.
"May chismas, Dada," Antonio says.
Then he turns to me and reaches for my hair. "May chismas, Daddy."
"Aww. May chismas, champ," I say, kissing his other cheek. He curls back into Rava's chest, and I rest my hand over Rava's face, fingers sliding into his hair, rubbing slow circles behind his ear while my thumb strokes over his cheekbone.
"I want too, Daddy," Antonio says. I laugh. "You're next in line. Right now, it's Dada's turn, I'm sorry, Bean." He stretches his tiny hand out and tries to copy exactly what I'm doing on the other side of Rava's head.
My heart just cracks. I have the best kid. Rava's hair is caught under my big hand, and right next to it there's this tiny little hand, barely there, doing the same soft movements.
Two idiots in love with the same man.
Then I hear something loud. From the hallway.
FULL BLAST. Mariah Carey.
And not just the song, someone is absolutely screaming along with it, trying to copy the whistle notes in "All I Want For Christmas Is You."
Christ. I was right.
This whole trip is literally a five-day school excursion. I swear, someone is going to suggest we get drunk and play Twister before the day ends. There's loud knocking on our door.
"Wake up, my beauties. I'm hungry," Lorenzo yells. Rava starts laughing into the pillow, rubbing his eyes. Antonio hops off the bed and runs to the door, but he's too short to reach the handle. "LORENZO," I shout.
"Yes, my love?" he answers.
"Open the door so our child can get out." Lorenzo opens up. He's wearing a Santa hat. And holding... whiskey. "Come on, baby, join me," he tells Antonio, who just giggles and walks out like this is normal.
I drop forward and hug Rava tight, pulling him into my chest to warm him up. "Merry Christmas, Ravioli," I mumble into his hair. He laughs against my chest. "Merry Christmas, baby."
We drag ourselves up, get dressed, and step out of the room to go wash up. The house is a circus. Daisy grabs me by the arms and spins me in circles in the hallway. "Calm down, woman. You're carrying a whole human."
"Chill," she says, grinning. "I know my limits."