Chapter 16 #2
I sit back up on my knees and reach for the lube, pouring some into my palm before wrapping my hand around my cock.
I look down at him and give myself a few slow strokes to spread the lube and build the delicious anticipation.
His cock is drooling a pool of precum onto his belly, and his eyes are hazy with lust and the nirvana of subspace.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand, teasing the tip of my cock around his rim the same way I did with my fingers.
I need to hear the words, but I also need to hear that desperation in his voice that makes me sure that he wants to be filled and fucked and bred.
“Yes,” he gasps. “I want it, Spettro. I want you.”
A moan rattles in my chest, and I thrust my hips forward to fill him. He whines and lets his legs fall open wide, splayed on either side of my waist, his body limp and pliant and his gaze fixed on me with a look in his eyes that makes my insides feel light and heavy at the same time.
My toes curl and my eyelids flutter with the urge to close and just sink into the pleasure of his tight, hot hole around me.
I force them to stay open though, so I can see every twitch and spasm of his face as I pull back and fill him again and again.
And still, I can’t get enough of the feeling of my hands on his body, running them over every inch I can reach as I find a hard, desperate rhythm inside of him.
“If you want to come, you better make it happen fast, because this sweet ass of yours knows exactly how to milk the cum straight from my balls,” I grunt, snapping my hips. My eyes roll back and my balls clench immediately at the perfect, tight squeeze of his inner muscles around my shaft.
“Won’t be a problem, Sir,” he pants, every hard thrust making another spurt of precum dribble from his cock to streak across his belly.
“Good Slut,” I growl, fucking him harder and faster.
He has a damn sturdy bed. It doesn’t so much as creak as I pound into him, letting myself fall forward, running my hands up his arms towards his bound hands and bringing my mouth close to his again.
At this angle, his cock bounces against my belly with every thrust, and I can feel the needy little twitches and jerks as he gets closer and closer to the edge.
My cock matches his spasms, throbbing steadily inside of him, my balls pulling tighter and tighter.
“Say my name again, Alessio,” I beg. “Remind me how you brought me back to life.”
“Spettro,” he moans without hesitation. “My Spettro.”
His fingers twitch like he wishes he could reach for me, and a tiny part of me wishes for it too. Maybe one day.
I groan and slam into him one more time, and my cock starts to pulse, pleasure rushing through me so intensely that I forget to breathe as I grind my hips against his ass, filling him with rope after rope of my cum, breeding him just the way he likes.
He screams my name again, and the hot, wet splash of his cum hits my stomach. We drag our mouths against each other in a not-quite kiss, panting against each other’s lips and making unintelligible sounds between our gasps and moans until I collapse on top of him.
ALESSIO
Spettro unhooks my hands from the headboard but leaves them bound, which is just fine with me.
It’s easier to remember not to touch him if I don’t have the option.
He stays lying on top of me though, which is also more than fine with me.
Everything about him is so dominant and imposing that it’s surprising to feel how light he is with his body limp on top of me, both of us catching our breath, our skin sweaty and sticky with cum.
He leaves his softening cock inside me as long as he can, canting his hips every so often so I can feel it tug against my tender hole. When it finally slips out, we both groan, and I clench against the gush of his cum spilling out.
“I died seven years ago at the hands of the Sleepless Reapers,” he says unexpectedly, drawing absent little circles with his fingers on my shoulder and looking at the wall instead of at me.
I nod because I got that much from the remarks he’s made and what I overheard last night.
“I don’t know how the paramedics found me in time and managed to bring me back, but I woke up in a hospital.
I didn’t remember anything at the time; not how I got there or even who I was.
They had to tell me that I’d overdosed. The nurse wouldn’t even tell me about my other injuries.
The doctor had to tell me about those.” His jaw ticks and my whole body stiffens.
I’m glad my hands are still tied, because I don’t think I’d be able to resist the urge to touch him, to try to comfort him if they weren’t.
“I still don’t know much,” he goes on. “I don’t remember my name or much of anything from before. The only thing I remember is the Sleepless Reapers and what they did to me.”
“That’s why you’re killing them.”
He nods.
“And that drawing I saw last night?” I ask.
Spettro shrugs. “It’s just a face I remember. I don’t know who he is or how I know him, I just dream about his face.”
A jealous feeling tugs at my chest, but I do my best to bury it. It doesn’t matter who that person was to him. That was a different lifetime for him, and he’s mine now. He said it himself, and I plan to hold him to it.
“The Reapers are already on our shit list. They have been for a while now.”
He frowns and finally drags his gaze to my face. “So why are you all looking for me?”
“I told you, you’ve been too sloppy.”
“Well, shit, that’s easy to solve. Let me talk to Lorenzo and I’ll explain everything.”
My stomach clenches with worry, but before I can say anything, my phone buzzes on the nightstand.
“I have to get that.”
Spettro undoes the belt around my wrists and climbs out of bed.
He wanders into the bathroom while I grab my phone.
Xaviaro’s name is on the screen, and my stomach squirms with a small amount of guilt knowing I’m likely going to have to lie to him until I can figure out exactly how to approach this whole mess.
It would be fucking great if Declan would turn up so Lorenzo can stop being so pissy.
That would really make this whole situation easier.
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Hey, I think I might have a lead.”
My stomach clenches and I swallow hard.
“Oh yeah?” Fuck, I hope my voice doesn’t sound as tight over the phone as it does to me.
“Yeah,” he says in that monosyllabic way of his.
“Am I supposed to guess, or did you want to text me another cryptic chain of emojis like the world’s shittiest game of Pictionary?”
Spettro steps back out of the bathroom and starts pulling fresh clothes out of his backpack. Nerves flutter in my stomach. Is he leaving? Is he pissed that I said he’s been too sloppy with his kills? Fuck, Xav is still talking.
“Listen—” I cut him off. “—can we just talk before the meeting tonight? I’m in the middle of something right now.”
“Do you mean someone?” I hear Sparrow shout from the background.
“Dude, you’ve got your husband listening in on our calls?” I grumble, and Xav grunts.
“You try telling him what to do.”
I laugh and glance at Spettro again, who’s got his jeans on now and is working on pulling a T-shirt over his head. I can relate.
“I’ll talk to you later.” I hang up.
I probably should have tried to find out what lead he might have, but as long as Spettro is safe at my apartment, it doesn’t matter right this second.
“Hey,” I say to him, and he glances over his shoulder at me. “Are we fighting?”
He snorts. “If we were fighting, you’d know it.”
“You’re not pissed about me not wanting to rush you right over to Lorenzo’s house?”
“A little.” He shrugs, raking his fingers through his slightly messy hair. I can see his roots starting to grow out, the blond visible right around the base of the pink strands.
“Just give me a little time, okay?”
He shrugs again, and I’m pretty sure that’s the closest thing to an agreement I’m going to get. He walks over to the bed and stands over me, bringing his bare hands back to my face, gliding his fingertips along my stubbled jaw.
“It’ll take more than a disagreement for us to have a problem, Alessio,” he assures me. “I’m used to handling shit my own way, so we’re bound to have plenty of situations where we don’t see eye to eye.”
The implication that he’s going to be around long enough for us to have lots of disagreements is more romantic than it has any right to be.
“You hungry? I’ve got eggs and coffee,” I offer.
His lips twitch. “Sure, but I’ve gotta warn you, I don’t have a damn clue what people talk about first thing in the morning.”
“If I didn’t mind the trauma dumping while your cum was still warm and trickling out of my hole, I doubt I’ll have a problem with whatever pops into your head over breakfast.”
Spettro chuckles. “You get me.”
I really think I do.