Chapter 9
NINE
balthazar
Deo feels amazing in my arms, his body notching perfectly against mine as we lie down together, him on top of me, devouring my mouth. I drag my fingers through his silky hair, forgetting all my worries for at least a little bit.
I want to get him naked again, explore his body, lose myself in the fantasy that we’re an actual couple and that the life I ran from doesn’t exist.
“Gah, you’re amazing,” he whispers, nipping my bottom lip before slipping his tongue back into my mouth.
I explore his mouth greedily, desperate for him to take the edge off like he did last night, but this time, I want more. I want to taste him.
Sliding my hands down his back to his ass, I squeeze his cheeks before reaching between us to get his jeans open. Deo realizes what I’m doing and shifts his body to give me space to get them unzipped and tugged down.
“Yours too,” he mumbles as his kisses move to my neck.
I fumble beneath him, tugging my sweatpants down and exhaling with pure relief when his hard cock bumps against mine.
“Yes,” I hiss, digging my fingers into his ass.
“You’re gonna fuck me later,” Deo whispers. “I’m gonna ride your cock into oblivion.”
“Fuck yeah.” Slotting my hands under his arms, I tug him up so I can suck his pebbled nipples.
“Fuck, Balt. Yes.”
“Get up here. Fuck my mouth.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Deo scoots up, straddling my chest and stroking his dick above me.
His face is flushed, pupils blown, lips damp and swollen from my kiss.
Goddam, he’s a beautiful man. His cock is about perfect too.
Slender and longish, it fits his lithe form.
Even his balls are aesthetically pleasing.
He has very little body hair, just a light dusting, which leaves his skin feeling silky and smooth.
I open my mouth in encouragement and Deo takes full advantage, scooting up even more so he’s straddling my upper chest. Flicking my tongue out, I taste the droplet of precum on his tip and moan.
It’s been too damn long since I’ve truly taken the time to enjoy the person I’m with, but Deo demands it without speaking a single word.
He grabs his shaft, guiding it into my mouth, and I suck, fully relaxing as he fills my throat. He smells good, even after a day of traveling, and I imagine myself licking and biting a path across his delicious flesh.
Deo grinds above me in a dirty lap dance, pinching his nipples as he fucks my throat just as I requested. I grip his hips, rocking my own and fucking the air, but he’s such a beauty to watch I don’t even care about my own pleasure.
His teeth trap his bottom lip as he chases his orgasm, his skin warm and soft under my fingers. I think I could watch him for days. He’s something else, that’s for sure.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Oh god, Balt. Gonna come.”
I nod, swallowing around him as best I can. Deo gasps, leaning forward slightly, his ab muscles flexing. His brow creases just before he throws his head back and whispers my name as the first salty rope of his cum hits my tongue.
I take every drop he gives me, gently suckling his tip until he’s a trembling mess trying to get away from me.
Instead of letting him go, I flip him onto his back, then climb on top of him and indulge in the heat of his kiss once more.
Deo drags his hands over my shoulders and down my back, lifting his legs to wrap them around my waist.
Our cocks rub together, his softening and mine anything but, and within just a few minutes, I’m following him, falling blissfully over the edge. There’s a sticky mess happening between us, but I don’t care. I pull him closer, burying my face in the crook of his neck while we catch our breath.
We lie that way for several minutes, and I’m pretty sure I could nap, but a knock at the door startles us both. I sit up, and Deo looks at the door, wide-eyed.
“Who is it?” Deo calls out.
“Brogan, you ass. Can I come in?”
“No. I mean, one sec. Just a minute.” Deo turns to me. “My cousin.”
“Bathroom.”
We both hop up and hurry to the bathroom, cleaning ourselves up quickly. Once we look decent, Deo returns to the living room and opens the door.
The person standing in the doorway, leaning against the porch column with an amused grin on their face, is not at all who I expected to see.
They’re wearing torn jeans and a crop top, with heavy boots and what looks like a faux fur coat since it’s bright yellow.
Their black hair is very short in the front, but very long in the back, and the tips are blue.
They have numerous facial and ear piercings, but despite all of that, I can see the resemblance to Deo.
“Brogan.” Deo holds his arms out to hug his cousin. “Come in.”
“Heard you had a guy here.” Brogan glances at me with amused interest. “I think you left a few things out the last time we talked.” Brogan smacks Deo’s arm. “Dude, the fuck? You moved home and got a man and I’ve heard crickets about this?”
“Sorry,” Deo says. “Both happened quickly. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure.”
“About which part?”
“Both. Do you want to meet him or stand here and give me shit?”
“Of course I want to meet him,” Brogan says, dramatically pushing past Deo. Brogan extends their arm, offering me their hand. “Brogan Benedetti. They/them pronouns but the occasional he/him won’t kill me. Trans man but androgynous as fuck. Deo’s favorite cousin. You are?”
Amused, I shake Brogan’s hand. “Balt Cassiano. He/him. Deo’s… man.”
Brogan nods, clearly taking me in from head to toe. I’m expecting another question, but instead, Brogan swings around to Deo.
“Not at all what I was expecting when Nonna told me about him, but good on you.”
“What were you expecting?” I ask, enjoying this person’s energy.
“Younger. More academic. Nerdier, for sure.”
“Hey,” Deo complains, shoving Brogan’s arm. “I can snag a baddie.”
“Obviously. Welcome to the Grove,” Brogan says to me.
“Thank you.”
“We obviously have a lot to catch up on,” Brogan says to Deo, glancing at me with a wink. “How long are you staying? Your mom said you’re not leaving, but I don’t believe her.”
“It’s true,” Deo says. “I came home for good.”
Brogan looks truly scandalized as they clutch their chest dramatically. “I never thought I’d see the day. What will Nantes and Giulio have to say?”
“Who cares,” Deo mumbles. “They’ve made their choices and I’ve made mine.”
“Are you staying too?” Brogan asks me.
Before I can say anything, Deo tsks at his cousin. “Quit being nosy.”
“As if that’s possible.” Brogan laughs softly. “We are Benedettis, you know.”
“Try.” Deo begins pushing his cousin towards the door. “I’ll see you at dinner and we’ll catch up soon.”
“Toodles.” Brogan waves at me over their shoulder before stepping outside.
Deo follows his cousin, leaving me alone with my guilt-ridden thoughts.
I definitely should have thought this out.
Maybe a short-term rental would’ve been a better idea, but the thought of hiding out at a family home with a delectable man overruled reason.
Whatever I do, I have to make sure Deo doesn’t get hurt or embarrassed in all of this.
He comes back in, smiling shyly. “Sorry about that.”
“No reason to be sorry. Everything okay?”
Deo nods. “They had to tease me that it smelled like sex in here.”
A surprised laugh bubbles out of me. “Dammit.”
Deo grins. “I told them I would bust their kneecaps if they brought that up at dinner.”
“Not in front of Nonna, please.”
Deo smiles, plopping down on the couch. “Thanks for that. It was incredible.”
I join him, settling next to him. “I agree. You are delicious.”
His cheeks pink slightly as he drags his tongue over his lips. “You’re a surprise. A good one.” His smile fades as he searches my eyes. “Just don’t be too awesome, okay?”
“Huh?”
“This isn’t real. I can’t get attached to incredible sex. At some point, I’ll have to make do with the plebian offerings usually available.”
“I’ll try to remind you from time to time that I’m often impossible to live with.”
“Yes, perfect. Show me your absolute worst. I’ll show you mine too.”
“Deal.”
I won’t even come close to showing Deo my worst side. He doesn’t deserve it and likely never will, but I can prove I’m not a man he should get attached to.
It would only lead to heartache for him. Maybe for both of us.