Chapter 9 #2
My heart pounded as my gaze bounced around the room, wondering whether anyone else had noticed him leave.
Of course, they hadn’t. He was a soldier taking a quick bathroom break.
Why would they care or notice? I eased out of the chair.
With Giovanni busy with Olivia and everyone else engrossed in conversations or dancing, I had a brief window to slip away unseen.
“I need a piss,” I said to my main soldier, who was watching over me for the night. “Stay here.”
The moment I slipped into the men’s single bathroom, I locked the door behind me.
Finn was standing at the sink, and when he heard the intrusion, he glanced up and met my gaze in the mirror.
He turned slowly, leaning his ass against the basin and gripping it on either side of his hips.
His gaze roamed down my body. Heat flooded my veins at the hunger in his eyes.
Thank fuck I had bigger quads to keep me upright, because my knees nearly buckled.
He had told me through texts that he would take this at my pace.
That we didn’t have to do anything I wasn’t ready for.
That I could lead and he would follow. And that’s what he was doing.
He was holding back, his hands gripping the sink so he wouldn’t reach for me, but I wanted him to. I wanted him so fucking much.
Without a word, I closed the gap between us and grasped his face, our lips crashing together in a collision of desperation and hunger.
The kiss was clumsy and frantic as our bodies pressed together and his lips roughly devoured mine, as if he’d been parched for years and I were the first drop of rain.
I never wanted it to end. This feeling. Kissing him? I could do it forever.
His lips broke away from mine, trailing down my throat as I tilted my head back when he tugged at my hair. I gasped his name, my eyes fluttering shut as I ground my hips against his.
“You’re driving me fucking insane,” he husked against my skin as I ran my hands down the hard planes of his back, feeling the ripple of his muscles. Me? I was driving him insane? “Watching you—”
I didn’t let him finish. I captured his lips again, needing his hunger and the taste of him more than his words.
We didn’t have long, and I didn’t want to waste a second.
I rocked against him, rubbing our hard erections together, and he groaned into the kiss.
I reached for his belt, desperate to feel him.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted to taste him on my tongue, feel him in my throat.
I’d never given head before and had no idea if I’d be any good at it, but the nerves were replaced by necessity. I had to have him.
He tore his lips away again, panting hard and grabbing my forearms to halt me.
“Enzo, wait.” His words didn’t match his desperate expression. He wanted this as much as I did. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I growled, thrusting my hips against him again. “If this is all I get with you tonight, I want to at least go back out there with the taste of you on my tongue.”
He threw his head back to stare at the ceiling and swore.
I smirked as his grip on my arms loosened, and I dropped to my knees.
His chin met his heaving chest, his eyes wild and feral as he watched me take him out and look up at him.
He ran his hand through my hair with soft affection, and it made me ache all over.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Enzo. But fuck, this… you on your knees, my cock inches from your lips… you’re wrecking me.”
“That’s the plan,” I said, my chest swelling with pride as I took my first slow swipe at his head and watched his eyes roll. “I’m going to make you come hard and fast, Rossetti.”
Hopefully.
Fuck, the taste of him… I couldn’t get enough.
My tongue rolled over his bellend again and again, swirling, flicking, lapping at his pre-cum.
He started hissing and swearing above me.
His hand tightened in my hair as I took him into my mouth, opening my throat and sliding down his length as far as it would allow.
“Cazzo,” he groaned. “Yes, just like that. So fucking good.”
His praise lit a fire in me, and each time I took him a little further until I was choking and spluttering around his cock, completely full of him.
I took him faster, deeper, and my hand twisting around what I couldn’t fit.
His thighs shook under my hands, and my eyes were leaking, but I was loving every second.
It turned out that giving him head might be one of my favourite things.
And from the way Finn was losing all control, he seemed to be enjoying it too.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warned, allowing me the chance to release him, but I didn’t. Instead, I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed.
His whole body hunched forward, shoulders rounding and legs trembling as his fingers dug into my scalp.
A deep groan, which he tried to conceal by biting his lip, ripped from him as his hot cum slid down my throat.
I popped off his dick noisily and licked my lips, staring up at him.
I smiled when our eyes met because I could see it.
I’d somehow destroyed him. He barked out a sharp laugh and shook his head.
“That can’t have been your first time.”
“It was. But I just did what I like and hoped you’d like it too.”
“Fuck, I did,” he said, grabbing my jaw and pulling me to his lips. He kissed me long and slow, his tongue tangling with mine and tasting himself on me.
When we broke apart, I was ready for round two, but a knock on the bathroom door had me frozen.
Our eyes widened. Panic swallowed any remaining desire.
He shoved his cock back into his trousers and looked around for an escape route.
It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening in here if two men came out of a locked bathroom together.
“I’ll go out the window. Circle back to the front and come in that way.”
I swallowed and nodded because what else could I say? This had been reckless and stupid. I never should have followed him in here. But I also couldn’t stop myself. I was addicted. Still, we couldn’t do this again. I needed more of him, not just stolen minutes in the men’s bathroom.
He reached for the window, opening it onto a fire escape that led down to a dark alley.
The temptation to escape with him was strong, to run away into the night and leave everyone else behind.
I grabbed his wrist just as he was about to put one foot through the window. He paused and looked back at me.
Merda, was I really going to do this? Was it too soon? But I had to find a way to make this work. This wasn’t enough.
“Here.” I pulled a card key from my wallet and handed it to him. He studied it with a puzzled look. “I want you to move into a building I own in the city. It’s the flat below the penthouse. I’ll message you the address.”
His frown deepened. “I have a house.”
“Well, now you have two.”
“You’re giving me an apartment?” he said, disbelief evident in his tone.
“I’m giving us a place. The penthouse above is mine. I stay there a few times a week when I have business in the city. No one will question my presence there.”
Realisation dawned on his handsome face.
“When you aren’t working, when you get off work at night, or when you want to see me, go to that apartment and let me know. I’ll be there.”
I couldn’t read his expression as he stared at the card key, then at me. He gave me a curt nod. Another, more urgent knock came on the door, and he slid it into his pocket. Without a word, he slipped out of the window and climbed down the steps.
I exhaled, wondering if I’d just scared him off by being too forward, but what choice did we have? I had to keep seeing him. And the men’s bathrooms were disgusting.
I yanked open the door and glared at the man waiting to use it.
My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to draw my gun and kill him for interrupting us, but I forced myself to march past him.
I took a seat at the table with Cami and Max, and after a few minutes, Finn slipped back into the room, retreating into the shadows to remain on guard but unseen.
Except he was all I saw—the curve of his lips when his eyes met mine through the darkness.
The way his hand slipped into his trouser pocket and clasped the key card.
I licked my lips slowly, teasing him with the knowledge that I was still tasting where he’d been.
His eyes narrowed, and he shook his head slightly, as if he were going to punish me for it, but he smiled. He fucking smiled, and I melted.
There was no denying it.
I was obsessed with Finn Rossetti.