Chapter 41
When I found Cortez, he seemed distracted, still talking to people, so I told him I was going to take Carlo to the hotel, and then come back so we can discuss the plan in full without anyone else here.
While I think everyone is aware that I know most details about the business, I don’t voice opinions around the family.
I’m an outsider, unable to be a made man.
Which is fine by me, but people don’t appreciate someone from the outside having a say in the politics of family business.
Cortez and I have those conversations alone.
After stopping by my place to pick up Carlo’s things, I drove over an hour and a half away to get him set up in a hotel that nobody should have easy access to.
It’s a luxury place with security by the doors, twenty-four hour surveillance, and the need to have a key card to access the elevators or stairwell. Even if someone was able to follow me all the way here, they shouldn’t be able to get to him inside.
“This seems like a little much,” Carlo says as we exit the elevator on the thirteenth floor. “I could’ve stayed in a cheaper hotel.”
“Cheaper means less safe, and you are going to be safe here.”
“Does my father pay you well?”
“Yes.”
“That’s good. I mean, I’d assume you’d have constant hazard pay.”
“Something like that.”
I unlock the door to his room and quickly re-lock it once we’re inside. It’s a suite that has a small kitchen area, living room, bedroom with an en-suite, and a balcony.
“Don’t—” I start.
“I won’t go on the balcony,” he finishes. “But I am going to go to the bathroom,” he says, a certain look in his eye.
“Ah.”
He takes his suitcase into the bedroom and then disappears behind another door. I make my way to the half bathroom by the front door and freshen up there.
Once I’m in the living room, I start stripping down until I’m only in my undershirt and boxers.
When I hear the bathroom door open, I start heading toward the bedroom. I find Carlo wearing only his boxer-briefs, kneeling at his open luggage on the floor.
“What’re you looking for in there?”
He continues rifling through before pulling out the flogger, and turning around to present it to me.
“I thought you said something about punishment.”
I take the whip in my hands, fingering the leather tails. “You know, that night, when I used this on you…” I exhale, meeting his gaze. “I was harder than I’ve ever been. I went home and jacked off twice just thinking about it.”
He sinks his teeth into his lip. “You acted unaffected.”
“Oh, I was very affected,” I say, stepping closer to him. “I’ve been affected by you since you stitched me up.”
“Oh.”
I grin. “Now, what are you being punished for this time? Still having sinful thoughts?”
Walking toward the mattress, I grab a pillow and throw it on the floor next to the bed. I point to it so he knows to kneel on it.
“Yes. Very much so.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
He puts his hands together in front of him on the mattress, fingers interlocked. “I think about your body.” He swallows, and I walk around to the other side to be able to see his face as he speaks. “How I love the weight of it on top of me.”
“Mm,” I murmur. “What else?”
“I like the way your tattoos wrap around your muscles, and the way they flex when you fuck me.”
Now it’s my turn to swallow.
“I think about how it felt to be inside you, and how I’ve never experienced such pleasure before. I think about you all the time. I think about us and all the things we’ve done, and the things not yet done, but yearning for.”
I take in a deep breath. “And are you sorry for any of those thoughts?”
He slowly shakes his head, looking at me like he wants to devour me.
I tsk at him. “Maybe you’re not such a good boy.”
“So punish me.”
I walk around until I’m behind him. “Lust is wrong, is it not?” Before he can answer, I let the tails of the flogger hit his back.
“Oh, God,” he exclaims.
“Unholy thoughts. Also wrong, am I right?”
“Yes.”
I strike him again, watching his skin turn pink.
“Do you still want to fuck me?”
“Yes,” he cries after the leather meets his flesh.
I tug down his boxer-briefs, exposing his round ass. He moans, arching ever so slightly.
On my knees behind him, I drop the flogger to the floor and cup one of his cheeks. “You want me more than you want forgiveness?”
“Yes.”
My hand eases away before meeting his skin with a sharp smack.
“Ah!” he yelps before swaying his hips.
“You want to feel me inside here,” I say, my fingers teasing his crease.
“Yes. Please,” he begs.
I spank him again and revel in his cries of pleasure.
“My kinky priest.”
He moans, wanton and wild. “Yes.”
“You like that?” I ask, caressing his ass and thighs as I press up against him. “You like being mine?”
A full-body chill rolls over him. “Yes.”
“Good. Is there anything else you’d like to confess?”
He angles his head over his shoulder. “I’ve never felt closer to heaven than when I’m with you.”
I suck in a breath and quickly turn him around, lifting him up to the bed in a frenzy. “Fuck,” I say, nuzzling into his neck where I plant kisses along the skin. “You…you mess me up, Carlo. I don’t know what to do or say, but fuck if you don’t know exactly how to get to me.”
He shoves his underwear down his legs, and I help remove them, tossing the material to the floor. I swiftly remove my own clothing before finding my place between his legs.
“How’s your back?”
“Fine,” he says, pulling me even closer, and pressing his mouth to mine.
Our tongues dance to the music our moans create, and for a while, we just kiss and touch.
Our cocks grind together, eliciting grunts and groans from our throats, but we don’t move to do any more than this.
We take our time, and I try to ignore the little voice in the back of my head that says it’s because we don’t know if we’ll have another opportunity again.
Eventually, I move lower down his body, my lips and tongue getting to know as much of his flesh as possible. I kiss down his throat and across his collarbone. I tease and nibble on both of his nipples before covering his torso in kisses.
He arches his back as he moans, his fingers threading through my hair.
“I may not be a believer,” I say, peeking up at him as I hover over his erection. “But I’ll worship down here any day.”
He smiles. “Show me.”
I kiss down his shaft, letting my tongue touch the skin before my lips do. I lick his balls, taking turns bringing each one into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moans.
I hook his legs over my shoulders and continue my onslaught of attention on every part of skin I can reach. My tongue skates up the crease between his thigh and groin and then my lips encircle the tip of his cock with a gentle teasing suck.
“God, please,” he begs, his body squirming as his hands hit the mattress and grab at the covers.
I continue to torture him with pleasure, bringing him to the edge of ecstasy, just to ease away again. I love seeing him turned on to the point of desperation.
With my hands under his thighs, I push up, dropping lower to my stomach.
My tongue slides between my lips until I reach his entrance.
Carlo sucks in a shuddering breath and I keep exploring.
I prod at the hole, teasing and licking until we’re both moaning and grunting.
I dip it inside, going as deep as I can.
One of his hands lands on my head, pushing me closer, wanting more.
I squeeze his cheeks while spreading him apart, eating him like he’s my favorite dessert.
“Javi, please,” he groans.
I love when he calls me Javi. I feel like the shortening of a name or any sort of nickname is a sign of comfortability and closeness.
“You ready for more, baby?” His eyes flash and he nods. “Got lube in your bag?”
“Zipper pocket.”
I get to the floor and find the small bottle in his suitcase. As soon as I’m back on the bed, I coat my fingers in the liquid and begin prepping him. As my fingers slide in and out, I use my other hand to stroke his shaft.
“I want you so bad,” he says in a breathy voice.
“You’ll get me,” I tell him. “Then you won’t be able to think about anything but me for days,” I say with a grin.
“Probably longer,” he replies.
After a few more minutes, I reach for the lube and begin to coat my erection in it. With a little more around his hole, I settle between his legs and begin to push in.
He hitches one leg up around my hip and I slide all the way inside.
Our noises collide between us as I move slowly, making sure he has time to feel comfortable. When he starts bucking his hips, I know he’s ready, so I begin to move faster.
My body thrums with need. I’ve felt lust before.
It’s always been a simple desire to fuck someone.
Anyone. This, though. This is different.
I crave him with an intensity that borders on obsession.
The passion I feel is overwhelming. I want nothing more than to make him feel good.
I don’t even care about myself, because I know I’ll be fulfilled by pleasing him.
I watch his face contort as I fuck him. His teeth bite into his lip as his eyes close tight. Then his mouth opens as he releases a sinful moan.
“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” I say. His gaze meets mine, his cheeks flushed. “I love watching you come apart beneath me.”
“I love having you inside me.”
Lowering myself, I plant a fervid kiss on his lips, my tongue pushing through and tangling with his. My hips keep moving, fucking him with long, deep strokes as he moans into my mouth.
“So good,” he whispers. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You feel good,” I tell him. “Everything about being with you feels good, and I never thought I’d know that feeling.”
He closes his eyes, his head moving back as a noise rumbles in this throat. “Javi.” My name is a plea…a prayer on his lips. Like he wants more but doesn’t know how or even if he should request it.
Considering what we’re on the eve of doing, I know fear sits heavy in his heart, and maybe he hates hearing these things unaware if we’ll have more after tomorrow.
“Carino,” I murmur, moving my mouth to his neck where I kiss a trail to his ear. “Mi amor. I will always come back to you.” I plant another kiss on his heated skin.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. “What if you don’t?”
“Then know that I will have done everything in my power to have tried, and that you were the last thing I thought about.”
I kiss his cheek, then his forehead before easing away.
“Come back to me,” he says.
I nod once before sitting up on my knees and thrusting in and out. His fingers wrap around his shaft and he begins to stroke.
“Yes, baby,” I whisper huskily.
My gaze goes to his hand, watching how he handles himself, but the visual heightens what I’m already feeling, and my orgasm begins to build.
“Don’t come yet. I want it in my mouth.”
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip and he slows his movements.
“You better hurry then.”
“I never want to hurry when I’m with you.”
His face softens, and one hand cups his balls while his other one continues languid strokes. “I want you to fill me up,” he says in a husky voice. “I want to feel you throb and twitch inside me.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Come on, baby. Come for me.”
And that’s it. With just a few words, I’m sent over the edge. My orgasm detonates, shattering me as I empty my release deep inside him. My entire body shakes and shivers, my breath coming in deep, shuddering pants.
“Oh my God,” I cry. “Fuck. Yes.”
“Oh God,” Carlo exclaims. “Oh God, I’m close. I’m about—”
I open my eyes and see his hand moving quickly up and down his shaft. He picked up the pace as he watched me, and now he’s about to be sent over that same edge.
I pull out and drop lower, resting my weight on one forearm as I use the other hand to take over his movements.
“Fuck!” he yells, drawing the word out as his release hits my tongue.
I keep stroking, letting my mouth fill up with his cum. Even as his body rocks with the aftershocks of his orgasm, I keep moving my hand, catching every drop before I swallow it all down.
“Oh my God, yes. Fuck. Oh God,” he chants.
I eventually pull away, after licking him clean, and lie on my side next to him. He turns into me, draping a leg over mine.
We’re still trying to catch our breath, and though our bodies are slick with sweat, neither one of us seems to want any space between us.
With his forehead against mine, he presses his lips to my mouth, holding steady for several seconds before pulling away.
“I know it’s not fully in your control,” he starts, and I already know where he’s going.
“I finally have someone to come back to,” I say. “You better believe I’ll mow over any and everyone to be able to get back to this.”
His hand goes to the side of my face, and he just nods. I can tell by his expression that he doesn’t want to risk saying anything else. There’s too much emotion and vulnerability behind his eyes.
When this is all over with, he’ll say what he needs to say. We just have to get past tomorrow.