Chapter 19 #2
He growls again, dragging his lips away from mine to chase along my jaw and down my throat with the same biting, open-mouthed kisses.
I let myself go limp against him, giving him anything he wants.
My body is his and so is my heart, even if he doesn’t know it yet. I would kill or die for him. Happily.
My head lolls back and he sucks claiming bruises along my collarbone. Every time he releases my skin from the suction of his mouth, the cool air hits the damp patch, and a shiver runs through me.
I moan his name and my cock gets stiffer with every stroke that tugs my panties against my hole and wets the silk with yet more precum.
He shoves his bare fingers into my mouth, and I can’t decide if I like it better than the leather.
Both have their advantages, but tasting the salt on his skin is definitely a bonus.
He slides two fingers back and forth along my tongue and jerks my cock even faster.
I suck on them, letting my saliva ooze between them and drip from the corners of my lips, relaxing my throat so he can shove them deeper with a satisfied groan rumbling in his chest.
He pulls them out, dripping wet and glistening with my saliva, and shoves them down the back of my panties, into the tight space where the silk is already grinding against my hole, making it hot and sensitive.
The slickness is such a welcome contrast from the friction of the fabric that I moan as soon as his fingertips slide along my twitching rim.
My body quakes with the effort it takes not to lift up just a little and sink down onto his fingers.
Spettro doesn’t make me wait for it this time though.
He eases both fingers inside, stretching my hole and giving me a taste of the fullness I’m really craving.
He hooks his fingers and tugs gently on my rim, drawing a needy whine from me.
“Shove your panties down,” he grunts.
I look down at him, staring up at me, looking almost as wrecked as I feel with his skin flushed and his eyes shining with lust and something that looks like it could be love.
Maybe? I do as he says, pushing my panties down so my cockhead is exposed while he keeps stroking me through the silk covering my shaft.
“Be a good slut and come for me,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice. “And don’t spill any of that lube, or it’s going to be a rough fuck.”
I moan from deep in my belly. Every cell in my body recognizes who it belongs to and obeys, my balls tightening and my hole clenching around his fingers as my cock starts to pulse in his grip.
I gasp and pant, snapping my hips wildly now, unable to help myself, riding the waves of pleasure as I grind into his hand and fuck myself back onto his fingers over and over, my hand cupped over my tip so I can catch the flood of cum that fills my palm, threatening to drip between my fingers.
My hole has barely stopped spasming when he slips his fingers out and stops stroking me.
I’m still panting and hard, every inch of my body tingling and oversensitive.
Spettro unzips his jeans and lifts his hips so he can shove them down enough to pull his cock out.
It’s so damn hard, the veins on his shaft visible and swollen, his cockhead purple and glistening with his own precum.
“Lube me up,” he grunts. “And then climb on. I’m so fucking horny for your greedy hole.”
My cock twitches, caught between softening and the incentive to stay hard.
I wrap my cum-slicked hand around his cock and we both groan at the filthy sight of my cum coating him as I work my hand up and down his shaft a few times.
He wanted me to hurry up, so I don’t waste time standing up to take my panties off, I just reach back and tug them to the side, then position myself over his stiff cock.
“Tell me you want it,” he rasps, just like he has every time he’s been about to fuck me.
I take a chance and cup his jaw with my clean hand, notching his cockhead against my rim and holding his gaze.
“I want it, Spettro. I want your cock inside me every second of every day. I want to be your pleasure and your comfort, and I want to walk around knowing your cum lives inside my fucking guts.”
“That’s the filthiest, most romantic thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmurs, kissing the edge of my jaw.
I chuckle and the sound turns into a moan as he rolls his hips and breaches my hole.
I may be straddling him, but there’s no question in either of our minds who’s in control right now.
He grabs my hips and forces me onto his cock.
My rim and prostate are already oversensitive from coming once, and the feeling of his cock stretching me, filling me, pushing deep inside me is right on the edge of too much in the best fucking way.
A whine builds in my throat, and my flagging cock swells back to full stiffness, slapping against my belly with every thrust as Spettro bounces me on his cock like a rag doll.
“I need you,” he whispers, and the words are almost as much of a shock as the stretch in my tender hole. “I can’t remember ever needing anyone, Alessio, but I need you. Don’t let me down.”
“Never,” I promise. “Never, never, never.” I chant it with every jarring thrust, his cock swelling stiffer inside me, dragging against my aching prostate over and over.
My mouth finds his in a messy kiss that struggles to fully connect between our thrusts but feels as necessary as breathing.
The slide of his tongue, the feeling of his fingers digging hard into my hips, the whispered words we both chant without sense or meaning—it all blurs together as the sensation in the pit of my stomach gets tighter and tighter again and my balls start to ache with heaviness.
“Breed me, breed me, breed me,” I pant, clenching around his stiff cock, desperate to coax his cum out to flood my insides.
“Alessio,” he rasps my name through gritted teeth and slams me down hard onto his cock.
All it takes is the feeling of his cock pulsing against my rim, twitching inside me, to push me right over the edge with him.
I sob as my cock throbs with intense, oversensitive waves of pleasure, spilling fresh streaks of my cum onto his belly and mine while his release fills me.
I let myself imagine I can feel the wet spurts inside my guts.
We grind and gasp and writhe against each other until we’re both breathless and completely spent.
I start to sag but catch myself. I don’t know if he wants me to lie on him, so I move to climb off.
Spettro tightens his grip on my waist and holds me in place.
When he’s sure I’m not going anywhere, he slides one hand up to the back of my head and guides it gently down onto his shoulder.
I hold myself stiffly against him for a few seconds until I’m sure this is okay, and then I give in and let my weight melt against him.
His cock stays inside me, slowly softening, bound to slip out eventually. I clench again, trying to keep it inside as long as I can, and he drags his fingers through my hair in a surprisingly gentle way.
“A month ago, I knew exactly who I was. I didn’t have a past and I didn’t believe in the future, but I felt like myself, whoever that was,” he says quietly, his voice slightly hoarse from moaning. “I’m not sure I know who I am at all anymore.”
I nuzzle my nose against the stubble on his jaw.
“You’re Spettro,” I say simply, and his lips actually twitch into an unexpected smile.
“Yes,” he agrees, turning his head slightly and kissing my forehead. “I am.”