Chapter 36 #2
I gasp. “No.”
He takes my dick in his free hand. “But you’re so hard. It seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I like that you’re watching me,” I admit, my back arching as he manipulates the toy.
Carlo removes the dildo, tossing it aside. “Roll over.”
I’m on my knees in no time, watching in the mirror as he reaches for the condom.
“We don’t need it,” I say, desperate to feel him without a barrier.
He cocks his head, questioning.
“You haven’t had sex with anyone else in years. It’s been a while for me too, and my last appointment had me in the clear. Don’t use it.”
I watch the wheels in his head spin and then he throws the condom to the side and reaches for the lube.
Carlo pulls me back to the edge of the mattress, manipulating my body to get me at the right height before I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance.
Our eyes meet in the mirror, and as he begins to enter me, his eyes close and his head lifts to the ceiling. I’m not sure if he’s reveling in the feeling of our bodies merging or if he’s praying for forgiveness.
When his head lowers, he enters me fully, and his gaze is much different now. He’s hungry, and I’m the only food on the table.
His hands grip my waist, and he drives into me deep and hard.
I grunt, gripping the covers in my hands.
His vigorous thrusts and animalistic moans have me abandoning the idea that I can keep a faithful watch on the mirror.
I’m forced into closing my eyes or burying my face in the covers as I moan and grunt in pleasure.
“This is what you wanted?” he asks, breaths heavy.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“You like watching a priest break his vow to bend you over and fuck you?”
“Yes!” I cry out, dragging out the word.
“That’s why you won’t be able to come. You shouldn’t enjoy such a thing.”
I groan as he continues to push into me. “Please.”
“You’ll probably love having my cum in your ass, won’t you? You want to feel me throb and twitch as I release inside you.”
“Oh god, yes!”
“Your ass is so fucking tight. You’re strangling my cock.”
“Mmm,” I moan. “You feel so good.”
Carlo slowly pulls back, spreading me apart to watch his cock slip free just to dip it back in.
“You’re taking me so well,” he croons. “Are you a cock slut, Javier? Is that another sinful secret you have?”
“Fuck,” I grunt, when he buries himself deep inside me again. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”
He continues his motions, hips rocking back and forth as the black robe moves with him. My cock throbs with the need to be touched. At this point, I’m afraid a strong burst of air against it will send me over the edge.
After slowing down, he wraps an arm around my torso, pulling me up. His hand goes to my cock, giving it the gentlest of touches as he looks at me in the mirror.
“And what if I wanted you to be mine?”
My heart thumps hard in my chest. I lick my lips as I stare back at him.
He’s waiting for an answer, and I know what I want to say.
But my wants have never been prioritized because they can’t be.
I’ve never been in a real relationship. It’s never been possible, and this relationship comes with its own set of problems.
He continues to softly stroke me, his lips at my neck. “Tell me, Javier,” he says quietly. “Will you ever be mine?” He traps my skin between his teeth, eliciting a hiss from my lips. “Can I be yours?”
“You sure you want to be with me?” I ask.
He releases me, pushing away from my body before getting me to my back. I spread my legs and he climbs between them, pushing his robe out of the way.
“Look at me,” he says, putting his cock back at my entrance.
“I’m making my decision now. It’s not about a job, the mafia, or my father.
I’m choosing you, because going back to a life without you isn’t something I’m interested in.
” He slides deep inside me, his body hovering over mine.
“Here’s my confession.” Thrust. “I might be obsessed with you.” Thrust. “And if what we do is a sin, I never want to stop sinning.” Thrust. “I don’t want to be saved.
I don’t want to seek forgiveness for what I feel when I’m inside you. ”
Carlo moves a little faster, his strokes long and hard. “Tell me I can have you. Even if it’s only in the dark. Even if we remain a secret. Even if it’s short-lived. Tell me,” he pleads, sweat shining on his forehead. “Javi,” he groans.
“Yes.” The word shoots from the tip of my tongue like an accidental misfire. I had no intention of saying it until my name left his lips with such need. His eyes are filled with relief. Relief mixed with surprise. “Yes,” I repeat. “I’m yours.”
His eyes close as the words roll over him.
Then he fucks me like it’s true. Like I'm his property. If I thought he was hungry before, I was mistaken. He’s starved.
He’s a starving man and I’m the only thing that’ll sustain him.
He devours me in a way that’s like a punishment for having been deprived in the first place, and a reverence for having something he’s been craving.
“I want to come, Carlo,” I say. “Please. I’m yours, let me show you what belongs to you.”
He growls, eyes dark, jaw clenched as he thrusts. “Yes. Show me.”
I don’t even revel in the win with a grin or chuckle. I spit in my hand and fist my cock, bringing myself to bliss in no time.
“I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he pants. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
“Good. I want to feel every drop.” After a few more strokes, as unbridled ecstasy envelops me, I say, “I’m about to come. I’m…I’m coming.”
White liquid shoots from my tip, pouring over my fingers as I yell into the room, my cries of pleasures sounding like they’re being ripped from the bottom of my lungs. It’s a harsh, deep noise but the feeling that accompanies it can only be described as freeing.
“Oh god, oh god,” Carlo cries. “Fuck!”
He falls over me, his face in my neck as his hips move. His body jerks above mine, our heavy breaths and moans forming their own symphony.
I wrap my arms around him, dragging my fingers up and down his back.
After a while, he eases away, slowly pulling out of me. He moves over, falling to his back to my left with a sigh.
I turn my head to look at him, and his eyes find mine. A small, exhausted grin touches his lips.
Reaching for his hand, I bring it to my mouth and plant a kiss on the back of it, finding myself looking forward to falling asleep with him in my arms tonight.