24. Leo
Leo
It was Alex’s mouth that woke me up. Not on my neck or my lips, but wrapped around my cock.
I groaned, my hips lifting instinctively as I surfaced from sleep.
For a moment I was disoriented, caught between dreams and reality, but then I felt the wet warmth of his mouth and everything clicked into place.
Alex. The villa. Italy. In the past two days since we’d run into Amanda, we’d done almost nothing but fuck, fueled by our narrow escape.
I wasn’t complaining.
My eyes fluttered open to the golden morning light filtering through the shutters. I could just make out the shape of him between my thighs, his blonde hair catching the gold of dawn. His mouth was working me with a kind of single-minded focus that made my breath catch in my throat.
“Fuck, Alex,” I whispered, threading my fingers through his hair.
He didn’t pull back. If anything, he took me deeper, his throat working around my shaft in a way that sent electricity skittering down my spine.
My hips wanted to thrust up into that heat, but I forced myself to stay still, not wanting to choke him.
Though something told me he wouldn’t have minded right now.
I watched as he worked, my heart hammering against my ribs.
After all the chaos, after Amanda’s threats I’d expected him to pull back.
To need space to process what had happened.
But instead, he’d dragged me back to the villa in near-silence, and then pulled me into bed like he couldn’t bear to let me go. We’d hardly left since except to eat.
And now this. His mouth on me as the sun came up over Tuscany.
“You’re insatiable,” I managed, though my voice came out rough and breathless.
He hummed around my cock, a sound of pure satisfaction, and I felt my balls draw up tight. He was going to make me cum like this, just from his mouth, and the thought alone was almost enough to push me over the edge.
His hand came up to wrap around the base of my shaft, stroking in counterpoint to the movement of his lips.
The combination was exquisite. When had he become such an expert at this?
I could feel the tension building low in my belly, that familiar pressure that meant I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Alex,” I breathed, needing him to know I was close. “I’m going to—”
But he just pushed down further, taking me all the way to the back of his throat, and that was it.
I came with a groan that echoed through the room, my hips lifting off the mattress as pleasure crashed through me.
He swallowed around me, his throat working, his hand still stroking as he milked every last drop from my body.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen and glistening, his blue eyes dark with satisfaction. He moved up the bed to settle beside me, and I reached for him without thinking, pulling him close and kissing him hard, tasting myself on his tongue.
“Good morning,” he murmured against my mouth, a smile in his voice.
“That’s one way to wake up,” I replied, my breathing still uneven.
“Mind if I wake you up a bit more then?”
Without hesitation, I threw the covers back and rolled over onto my belly, lifting my ass a couple inches off the bed and giving it a wiggle.
“Is this what you had in mind?” I grinned, rocking my ass back and forth.
“Fuck Leo…” he groaned, a hand reaching out and grasping my left ass cheek. “You don’t mind if I—”
“Not at all.” I reached back, grabbing his hand and guiding it down to my needy hole that had been filled by him multiple times these past couple of weeks. I couldn’t get enough of his cock. “In fact, I’d prefer you got started now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. I heard him reach for the nightstand where we’d taken to keeping the olive oil, the bottle making a soft sound as he uncapped it.
A moment later, I felt the warm slickness of it against my entrance, his fingers working me open with a patience that belied the urgency I could feel thrumming through him.
“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, positioning himself behind me. “Every fucking inch of you.”
I pressed my face into the pillow, smiling despite the intensity of what was about to happen. After two days of near-constant fucking, you’d think I’d be sore. And I was, a little. But it was the good kind of sore, the kind that reminded me of exactly what we’d been doing every time I moved.
The head of his cock pressed against my hole, and I took a breath, relaxing into it.
By now, my body knew what to expect. It opened for him eagerly, welcoming him in with a familiarity that still shocked me a little.
Two weeks ago, this felt like something insane and wrong and weird.
Now it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust, his hands gripping my hips.
I could feel the restraint in every line of his body, the effort it took him not to just slam into me.
But that wasn’t what this was about right now.
This was about connection. About the fact that we’d survived Amanda’s ambush and come out the other side still wanting each other.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “More than okay.”
He started to move, his rhythm building gradually from gentle to more urgent.
The morning light streamed across the bed as he fucked me into the mattress, and I found myself pushing back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The bed creaked beneath us, the old frame protesting, but I didn’t care.
Let the world know that I was getting fucked by my stepbrother and enjoying every second of it.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, picking up pace. “So fucking good, Leo.”
I couldn’t form words anymore. All I could do was feel. I felt the stretch of him inside me, the way his cock hit my prostate just right, and the weight of him pressing me down into the mattress. My own cock was hard again, trapped between my body and the bed, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
“Alex,” I gasped, barely able to speak. “Alex, I—”
“I know,” he said, and there was something in his voice that sounded almost like tenderness beneath the raw desire. “I know, baby.”
He reached around and wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming. I was caught between two sources of pleasure, sandwiched between his hand and his cock, and it was too much and not enough all at once.
“Cum for me,” he whispered against my shoulder blade. “Let me feel it.”
I came with a cry that I barely muffled into the pillow, my body convulsing around him as pleasure rippled through me. He followed seconds later, his rhythm becoming erratic before he buried himself deep and came with a groan that echoed through my core.
We collapsed together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and rumpled sheets, his chest heaving against my back, his arm wrapped around my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go.
For a long time, neither of us moved. The morning had fully arrived now, the light streaming through the shutters in golden bands.
Outside, I could hear the distant sound of cicadas and the occasional car passing on the road below.
It felt like we were suspended in time, like this moment could last forever if we just stayed very still.
“We should talk,” Alex said eventually, his voice muffled against my shoulder.
I tensed. I knew what was coming. The conversation we’d been avoiding since that day at the bathhouse. The one about what happened when his vacation ended. When reality came crashing back and he had to return to his life in New York.
“Not yet,” I said, reaching back and threading my fingers through his hair. I kept putting it off. “Can we just have today?”
He was quiet for a moment. Then his arm tightened around me, and I felt him nod against my back.
“Today,” he agreed. “But Leo, we can’t keep avoiding it forever.”
“I know,” I said quietly. “But today. Please. Tomorrow morning we’ll talk. I promise.”
It was hard not to think about what that meant. What it could mean for both of us and our treasured time together. All of it was, most likely, coming to an end. I didn’t want to think about it.
Instead, I focused on the weight of him against me, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his arm around my waist felt like the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
Because the truth was, I’d been running from this conversation since I kissed him in the kitchen, or when I let him inside me for the first time.
I was still running.
“Come on,” I said, rolling over to face him despite the protest from my very well-used body. “Let’s go make breakfast. I’m starving.”
Alex’s blue eyes searched mine for a moment, like he was trying to read something in my face.
Then he nodded and rolled out of bed, extending a hand to help me up.
My legs were a bit shaky. Two days of nearly constant fucking will do that.
But I managed to get vertical without falling on my face, which felt like a small victory.
We showered together, which turned into him pressing me against the cool tile and making me cum again under the spray of hot water, and by the time we made it downstairs, it was well past ten in the morning, and I was verging on exhaustion.
The kitchen was flooded with sunlight, and I made coffee while Alex pulled out ingredients for breakfast. We’d fallen into this rhythm over the past couple of weeks, moving around each other in the kitchen with an ease that felt almost domestic.
I didn’t let myself think too hard about what that meant. I just tried to commit it to memory.
“There’s fresh bread from the market yesterday,” I said, setting a cup of coffee at his elbow. “And I think there’s some of that prosciutto left.”
“Sounds perfect,” he said, and the normalcy of it, the ordinariness of making breakfast together, felt both wonderful and devastating.
We were eating at the counter when we heard the knock at the door.
It wasn’t a soft knock. It was loud and authoritative, the kind of knock that immediately set my teeth on edge. Alex and I exchanged a glance, and I saw the same confusion in his face that I felt.
“Are you expecting someone?” he asked.
“No,” I said, standing up slowly. “Matteo brought all the furniture yesterday.”
We made our way toward the front door, and I could feel the tension building in my chest with each step.
After Amanda, I was on high alert for disaster.
The knock came again just as we reached the front door, even louder this time.
I prayed to anyone that would listen, that it wouldn’t be Amanda on the other side of that door, back to stir up more trouble.
I opened it.
For a moment, I couldn’t process what I was seeing.
Diane, my stepmother, stood on the threshold, her perfectly coiffed hair and designer sunglasses looking completely out of place in the rustic Tuscan countryside.
Behind her was my father, looking uncomfortable in khakis and a polo shirt that was already starting to sweat through.
And beside them, fetching their bags from the back of his truck, was Matteo.
My blood went cold.
“Surprise!” Diane said brightly, her smile wide and genuine. “I bet you can’t believe we’re here!”
I looked at Alex, then back at our parents, my mind racing through possibilities. How had they found us? What had brought them all the way to Italy? And most importantly, did they know what was going on between us?
I turned back, forcing a smile. And in that moment, I was acutely aware of the fact that neither Alex nor I were wearing a shirt, and that I was still full of my stepbrother’s cum.