17. Roman
Itry not to think about what Lio and Benjamin are discussing.
I'm not jealous. I know they're best friends…
or were. It's the uncertainty of where Benjamin stands, and how he'll react to the knowledge Lio and I are more than friends now that worries me.
I can handle Benjamin, but my love is soft and way too forgiving for his own good.
The last thing he needs is to find his heart broken—again.
I'll follow his lead, though… As long as Benjamin doesn't hurt those I love, he'll be safe.
My phone buzzes as I make my way to Ignacio’s room.
Shifting the kittens into one arm, I pull out my phone.
I snort at my best friend's reassurance that I don't have to worry about Lio.
That helps calm my nerves, knowing Leandro is keeping an eye on them, even if he's only doing it so he can make sure his “investment” is still functional.
Putting my phone back in the pocket of my skirt, I knock on Ignacio’s door, and I'm not surprised when it's Jayden who calls out, “Enter.”
Opening the door, I take a moment to survey the scene. Ignacio is sitting on his bed, looking as handsome as ever now that his body is almost back to where it was before he nearly died.
His stamina isn't completely back yet, but Jayden and the doctors are all happy with his progress.
It makes me happy to see him come back to himself after I almost lost him. I'm not sure I would survive without any of my lovers. Just the thought takes my breath away.
“I think we should go, Pet.” Jayden’s amused voice knocks me out of my thoughts, and I focus back on where he's sitting in a chair next to Ignacio’s bed, Donovan at his feet.
“You don't have to go on my account,” I tell them, setting Jinx and Echo on the floor to wander.
“No, no, my Pet has been such a good boy, he deserves a reward.” Jayden stares down at Donovan, who doesn't look up from where he's…holding Jayden’s cock in his mouth. Now that I am looking closer, I can see the trip is on his knees, his head buried in Jayden’s lap.
My breath catches and I look at Ignacio, who seems uncomfortable.
“Well, I don't mind, but whatever floats your boat.” With confidence I don't exactly feel, I walk over to the bed and climb on, settling myself against Ignacio’s side.
Jayden tugs at Vonny’s hair and the trip lifts off his cock, tucking it back into Jayden’s pants before standing.
“I'll see you tomorrow, Princess,” Jayden says, reaching for Vonny’s hand.
“Tomorrow, Sir.” There's a hitch in Ignacio’s voice that has me looking up at him, though he keeps his attention turned away from me.
“Oh.” Jayden stops, before pointedly looking between me and Ignacio. “In case your boyfriend hasn’t told you, Doc cleared him for sex…as long as it’s nothing too strenuous.” With that, he tugs Donovan from the room, the door closing with a weighted click.
Turning on the bed, I bring my hand to Ignacio’s cheek and force his gaze to meet mine. “Are you okay? Was that too much for you?”
He huffs. “Too much for me? What about you? I highly doubt that’s what you expected to find when you walked in.”
“You’re mine, Ignacio Martelli. Mine. Mind, body, and soul. Seeing Jayden play with you and Vonny didn’t bother me one bit. It…actually was kinda hot. I’m not into Jayden one iota—he scares the shit out of me—but…I understand that his dominance is attractive to you.
“I just hope you don’t take his shit when you don’t want to. Don’t worry about me, I’m good to roll with the punches—you kinda have to be when your first love is fucking Tennant. But…I don’t want to see you get hurt by him.”
Ignacio huffs. “You’re far too good to me, Little One. No, don’t worry, Jayden didn’t do anything I…wasn’t into. He’s an asshole, but he was showing me what I’m missing out on…in a rather twisted and sadistic way, but that’s his nature.”
“Okay.” I study his face, seeing the truth in his eyes, before I smirk. “Does he have a nice dick?”
Ignacio laughs. “Seriously?”
I shrug. “What? I may not want him to fuck me, but I’m curious.”
Ignacio clears his throat and says, “Yeah, it’s a nice fucking dick.”
“Sooo…you planning on getting on it anytime soon? Do you think he’d let me watch?”
“You’re incorrigible.” He shakes his head, a fond look on his face.
“Yep.” Readjusting on the bed, I get onto my knees and hold his face with both hands. Leaning in, I kiss him, soft and sweet, then hard and deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and taking control.
Moaning, I thread my hands into his hair, gripping the strands tightly, and pleasure fills me as he groans.
Ignacio grabs me around the waist and pulls me against his body. After breaking our lips apart, we stare into each other’s eyes, chests heaving, lips spit-slick, and the sexual tension between the two of us is heavy.
“Jayden said something about you being cleared for sex?”
Ignacio smiles at me. “Mmm, Doc gave me that bit of good news this morning.” He leans in and barely brushes his lips against mine. “Do you need something, Little One?”
Sliding my hands out of his hair, I run them down his neck to his shoulders, holding on as I arch my back, pressing my chest to his. “I need you, Amore. Please.”
He slides his hands down my back, pulling at my shirt, tugging the hem out from the waistband of my skirt.
The first touch of his hands on my bare skin is electrifying. I gasp, every nerve-ending is on fire, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.
“I like this shirt on you,” he says.
“It’s new. Lio and I did some online shopping.”
The shirt isn’t anything special. It’s blue and maybe a little more feminine than I usually wear, but it fits me well and goes perfectly with the frilly black skirt I’m wearing.
I lift my arms as Ignacio sweeps it off me. He skates his hands down my sides before gently gliding them up my abdomen to my chest, pinching and pulling at my nipples. Moaning, I hold onto his shoulders, encouraging him to play with me however he wants.
I’m at his mercy, his to command if that’s what he chooses.
This isn’t like the first time we had sex. That was fast and hot. This is more like a slow burn. One that makes me squirm and desperately beg for more, but I don’t want it to be over too soon. Not after all this time of not being able to have him.
“Skin…I want to feel you.” I reach down and tug at his shirt, though I'm more of a hindrance than a help when it comes to taking it off.
Quiet laughter floats between us as Ignacio finally gets his shirt off. Splaying my hands over his chest, I trace every inch of him that I can. Skimming my fingers across every tattoo and scar until I reach the still-raised and vividly pink one that tells the tale of him almost dying for me.
My breath catches in my throat, and I meet his eyes.
“I’m okay, Little One,” he says softly. “I’m here with you.”
“You almost weren’t…”
“I know. But I am. Focus on that, on the now. On us.”
Leaning in, I kiss the base of his throat, flicking my tongue against his flesh to taste him. Ignacio shudders, letting out a shaky breath as I kiss down his body, stopping to lavish attention on each nipple, grinning when he moans and threads his fingers through my hair.
Working my way down to his scar, I place gentle kisses around it, giving him the treatment he deserves for standing strong for me—for us.
Looking up at him as I trail my lips and tongue to his waistband, I grin. “I want you, Ignacio.”
“Then have me.”
Together, we get his pants and underwear off, leaving his hard cock bare for me.
Wrapping my hand around him, I grin as he groans and watches me with heavy-lidded eyes.
My hand looks so small wrapped around him, and it sends a thrill shivering through me.
Need pulsates through my core, making my cock ache with desperate desire.
I love Lio, and one day, I want him to fuck me, but having someone so much bigger and stronger than I am, who can throw me around if he wants? Force me into whatever position he wants? Fuck. It’s a thought that makes my head spin.
Adjusting my position on the bed, I lean down and take the head of Ignacio’s cock into my mouth, moaning at the taste of his pre-cum.
He grips my hair, and though he doesn’t force me to take more of him, I hum around him in encouragement.
Slowly, I slide my mouth all the way down his length, removing my hand from his base so I can take him as deeply as possible. His cock twitches and his hips jerk a little, making me splutter around him.
“Fuck,” he moans, his hand in my hair gripping the strands harder, causing tears to well in my eyes.
Lifting almost all the way off him, I take a deep breath before going down on him again. Over and over, I repeat the process, taking him deeper into my throat on each pass, getting high off the heat, smell, and taste of him.
His cock pulses when I scrape my teeth over the delicate flesh, adding a little pain to his pleasure.
He uses his grip in my hair to lift me off his cock, making me whine in disappointment.
“You’re going to make me come, and I don’t want to do it in your mouth,” he tells me in a rough voice.
I laugh. “But I like tasting you.”
Ignacio snorts. “There’s plenty of that to come. Let me get your ready for my cock now.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Ignacio releases my hair and I scramble to get into a position that allows me to yank my skirt down, taking my underwear with it. He places his hands over mine. “There’s no rush,” he reminds me.
Slowly, carefully, he finishes removing my clothes, and I’ve never been so grateful for not wearing shoes than I am at this moment, as it means there's less to discard.
Laying on my back, propped up on my elbows, I watch as Ignacio holds my feet in his hands. Fuck, he makes everything about me seem delicate. His strong, work-worn fingers grip my feet tight enough to turn them into an erogenous spot.
Skating his hands up my legs, he spreads them as he lays on his stomach, kissing every bit of skin he can reach.
Ghosting his lips over my groin, I whine when he doesn’t touch me where I desperately need him the most.
“Please, please…”