Chapter 21 Amadeo
TWENTY-ONE
amadeo
I’m having the best dream.
So warm and cozy. And horny. Mmm. This is nice. The sensation of a warm mouth on my cock spreads through me, and it responds by swelling. I stir slightly, stretching my arms above me before pulling the pillow tighter to my chest.
So horny. Unf. Want to be fucked. Want Balt to fuck me. I search my mind for a visual of him, aware enough to know I’m dreaming but desperately wanting to stay here.
The hot, wet slickness around my cock moves to my hole, along with gentle, prodding fingers. Oh fuck. I’ve never had such a realistic dream. I don’t want to open my eyes and make it stop. This is too good. I’d swear it’s really happening.
“Fucking delicious.”
My breath catches and I groggily peel my eyes open. That was Balt’s voice, muffled, and as my brain catches up, I realize I’m not dreaming. This is real. Oh my god, yes.
To keep the fantasy going, I pretend to be asleep, absorbed in the sensations happening between my legs. It’s been sweet torture never knowing when he would accost me in my sleep, but I can already say the wait was worth it.
Partially opening my eyes, I spot the top of Balt’s head as he works my hole with his tongue and fingers, slurping loudly like I’m his favorite meal.
I want to moan, but I don’t want to break his concentration yet, so I bite it back, forcing myself to focus on him and not my own pleasure.
I want to drag this out as long as I can.
Balt kisses and nibbles the insides of my thighs before nuzzling his nose into my balls. He sucks each one into his mouth, then licks my shaft, swirling his tongue over the tip. A shiver runs through me and I can no longer hold back.
“Balt,” I whisper.
“Hi, baby.” He kisses my belly. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of you.”
“Fuck,” I murmur.
With his hand on my belly, he rubs circles across my skin in a soothing manner, but I can’t relax anymore with his mouth all over my cock. He moves up my body, kissing a trail of fire, until he gets to my neck where he kisses and sucks the flesh there.
I arch off the bed, but he gently pushes me flat again before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close, my back to his chest.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met,” he whispers, nibbling my earlobe.
“Mmm.” I keep my eyes closed.
I’m lost in his touch, his heat, his kisses, and I have no desire to break free from his spell. Even though a part of me wants to roll over and slide down his body until I can choke myself on his cock, I resist the urge and let him do what he wants to me.
Balt gently massages my shoulders and rubs my back until I start to drift off to sleep again. I want to stay awake and do more, but I find myself slowly falling under the seductive spell of sleep before long.
In the narrow space between sleeping and awake, I indulge in the fantasy that this is forever, Balt will never leave, and we’ll build a sexy life together here in my family compound.
Yeah, that’s nice. I can allow myself this dream a little longer.
It’s silent for a few minutes as Balt simply holds me close, his breathing slow and steady. I can’t fight the sleep off anymore, so I let go and fall.
Until Balt’s intrusion draws me back to consciousness. He pushes into me, gently, slowly, filling my hole to its limits. I hold my breath until he bottoms out, then exhale slowly.
“Fuck,” Balt whispers. “Jesus, Deo. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I hold his arms to my chest, pushing my ass back against him. No words come as I adjust to the stinging and clenching of my hole.
“I can’t wait to see you all prettied up,” Balt murmurs, his teeth grazing my neck. “I’m gonna put you in the sexiest things. You’ll sit on my lap while I have my suit on, but you? You’ll be in lingerie.”
I moan and rock against him. “Yes.”
“When we’re at home, it’s all you’ll wear, so I have easy access to this incredible body of yours. I can fuck and suck you whenever I want to.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Would you like that, beautiful?”
I nod and moan in reply.
“You’d like to be my pretty baby?”
“Yes, fuck, Balt. Yes, please.”
“You drive me wild, Deo.”
Before I can reply, Balt slams his hips into me, driving his cock straight into my prostate over and over until I’m a whimpering mess, clawing at his hands on my chest.
Suddenly, I’m pulled upright, impaled on his erection as he scoots to the edge of the bed. With his feet on the floor, he holds my arms behind me to support my weight so I can ride him, his chest to my back, then he whispers, “Get yourself off, beautiful. Use my cock for your pleasure.”
With my legs on either side of him and resting on the bed, I begin rocking back and forth with every ounce of strength I have. One of Balt’s hands moves up to my neck, gripping with just enough force to ratchet up my horniness to new levels.
He’s somehow rough and gentle with me at the same time—passionate and dirty—while absolutely setting a new standard for sex expectations.
I pull my arms free and fall forward, putting my hands and feet on the floor and bouncing up and down on his cock.
Balt moans my name, his hands on my hips for support.
I grind into him, getting him as deep as possible.
The sting is incredible, and even though I could use a tad more lube, I like the raw desperation of just going at it like the animals we are.
My balls tighten against my body as my hole clenches around his cock, and I know the end is imminent. I could edge us both by pulling off him, but I don’t want to do that tonight.
I want—
My thoughts scatter as Balt grabs me around the waist and flips me onto the bed. He hovers above me before spreading my legs and slamming into me again. He falls forward, wrapping his strong arms around me, and we rock together, gazing into each other’s eyes.
If I let myself, I could easily fall for him.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Gonna come.”
Nodding, I cup his face. “Yes, come for me.”
He kisses me hard, twitching as his cock swells, stretching me even farther, before it pulses inside me.
I rub against him, chasing my own orgasm, and thankfully, it follows a few seconds later.
When it hits, I cry out his name, rattled by the intensity of it.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, and he hisses, but continues pumping inside of me.
We ride each other through it until his cock softens and slips out of my body. Shivering, I laugh softly.
“What’s funny?” Balt asks, panting.
“Not funny. Mind blown. That was so much more than I ever dared to dream.”
“No shit. That was incredible. You turned me on to something new.”
“Yeah?”
“Touching and sucking you while you slept was hot as fuck.”
“It was. I thought I was dreaming at first.”
“Was it what you hoped for, then? Fantasy fulfilled?”
I nod, brushing my damp hair off my sweaty forehead. “And then some.”
We’re quiet for a few seconds, then Balt sits up abruptly. “Shit.”
“What?”
“The condom broke.” He holds up the tattered bits of latex.
“That explains why I feel so slippery.” I reach down and drag my fingers along my sensitive crease, collecting Balt’s cum in the process. “Wow.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve tested negative recently, if that helps.”
I play with the sticky liquid on my fingers. “Wow.”
“Could you say something besides wow?”
I meet his eyes. “It’s surprisingly sexy to me. No one’s ever come inside me before. Not bare. I’m not upset.”
“Good.”
“I test regularly too, and I’m on PrEP.”
Balt nods, his worried expression softening. “Crisis averted.”
“Yeah.”
He spreads my legs, reaching down and softly massaging my wrecked hole. I twitch from the soreness, but I can’t fight back the smile on my face.
“Sore?”
I nod. “Yeah. You’re a beast.”
He continues massaging me, and I have to admit it feels really good. “I wish I had words to describe your body adequately, but I’d need to be a poet or something.”
Normally, I don’t fall for a lot of flattery, especially post-sex, but something about his delivery sounds genuine.
“Thank you.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Balt climbs out of bed and I stretch. My body feels like gelatin and my eyelids are already heavy and trying to drag me back to sleep. I hear water running, and then a few seconds later I feel a warm cloth between my legs.
I murmur happily as Balt cleans me up, then kisses my shoulder while pulling the blankets over me.
“Go back to sleep, my beauty.”
“You’re amazing.”
His thick stubble tickles my cheek as he kisses me. “So are you. Sweet dreams, love.”
As my thoughts settle, I find myself replaying the night’s events, but mostly all the things Balt said to me.
The worst thing I could do is catch feelings for this guy, but I’m not sure how to prevent it.
The longer he stays, the more risk there is of that happening.
It’ll suck that much more when he has to go back to his real life.
He climbs back into bed, pulling me close again, and kisses the back of my head. I’ll deal with that if and when it comes. For now, this is good.
“Wake up, darling.”
“Nooo.” I pull the pillow over my face. “Too early.”
“It’s almost nine.”
I flop the pillow off. “What?”
“We slept in.” Balt kisses my shoulder. “I made coffee.”
“Ugh. I’m so comfy, but coffee sounds nice.”
“We’ll have coffee, a nice hot shower, and then we’ll get back to work. How does that sound?”
I huff but give in. “Fine.”
Balt chuckles. “There you go. Come on.”
He pulls me up by my wrist. I crack one eye open, and when I see he’s still naked, it makes waking up a lot easier.
He smiles at me. “Morning, love.”
“Morning.” I climb out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom for a quick pee.
When I come back out, Balt isn’t in the bedroom anymore, so I walk out to the kitchen where I find him filling mugs with coffee.
He turns to look at me, taking in my nudity from head to toe. His cock bounces and swells slightly. “You’re gorgeous any time of day.”
“Back at ya.” I take one of the mugs and lean against the counter, inhaling the aroma and slowly becoming more alert. “Last night was amazing.”
“For me too. Would you like it to happen again?”
“Absolutely. Not tonight though. You fuck like a beast, and my hole needs some recovery time.”
Balt chuckles. “You’re good for my ego.”
“I’m sure you already knew that.”
He shrugs, sipping his coffee. “Switching topics, I was thinking about something yesterday and wanted to run it by you.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know how important the current name is to your family, but why doesn’t the winery have your family name on it?”
“Oh. My grandfather thought it was better to name it after the region to give it more local appeal.”
Balt nods. “How do the current and new generations feel about that?”
“I don’t know. It’s never come up. Why? What are you thinking?”
He twists his lips for a second. “Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but I’m a wine drinker and I’m not from Wisconsin.”
“Right.”
“The chances of me discovering a local Midwest wine with a quaint name are low.”
His meaning becomes clear. “So you’re thinking if it had a different name, it might have broader appeal?”
“Exactly. I understand if that would be a controversial move, but it is your business now. It would be an excellent time to rebrand.”
I think it over for a few seconds. “Benedetti Wines?”
“It has a nice ring to it.”
“It does, actually. Let me think on it, and I probably should talk it over with the family.”
“Of course. And if you don’t like it, that’s fine. I’m just putting it out there.”
“I appreciate it. You’re obviously more business-minded than I am.”
“Actually, I was speaking as a consumer. To increase sales, you need to increase customers. A lot of wine drinkers can be particular about what they drink, so giving it a more international sounding name could attract them.”
“True. I like it. It requires courage though, to change something that’s been around for fifty-plus years.”
“From what I’ve seen, you have plenty of that.”
“That means a lot.”
“I mean it.” He sets his mug down. “All I’ve seen from you is bravery and a willingness to do hard things. Don’t sell yourself short.”
A sense of pride fills my chest. “Thanks, Balt. It took me a while to come around, but maybe the time I spent away from home was good for me.”
“Seems like it.” He smiles. “We should get ready for the day. Shower?”
I nod. “I’ll be right there.”
I follow Balt to the bedroom, and while he heads to the bathroom, I grab my phone, open the browser, and scroll through the website Brogan gave me.
I hear Balt brushing his teeth and the water in the shower start, so I quickly add Brogan’s recommendations to the cart, choosing everything based on overall review rating.
I’m able to check out and pay before Balt pops his head in.
“Water’s ready.”
“Cool.” I toss my phone onto the bed. He made my fantasy come true, and in a few days, it’ll be his turn. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m a quick study. I’m gonna flip his world upside down.
I can hardly wait.