Chapter 13
Matt
Rico glances around nervously as I check us into the seedy motel.
“Are you sure about this, boss? We could have stayed at the mansion; it would be safer.”
I take the old-fashioned room key from the greasy haired man at the desk and hand him a wad of bills. It’s more than the room costs, but it should be enough to buy his silence.
“We’ll be fine here. No one’s looking for us right now.” I walk outside and round the corner of the building, looking for room number 113, Rico hot on my heels. “The Syndicate is busy carrying out my orders, and the Empire is licking its wounds. We’ll be in and out and back before anyone notices.”
As I turn the key in the lock, Rico clears his throat. “Should I … Do I need anything? Besides the change of clothes, I mean.”
He’s getting gun-shy. I’d better hurry this up before he changes his mind. It’s one thing for him to initiate in the safety of the mansion, but here in the outskirts of the slums of the city, he’s probably having second thoughts. Perhaps he thinks I’ve done this before.
“You’re fine, Rico.” I open the door and wave him inside. “Trust me. This is a first for me, too.”
The room smells stale and moldy, with an undertone of old cigarettes. Peeling wallpaper lines the room, from the threadbare carpet to the popcorn ceiling. A full-sized bed sits in the middle, made up with bedding that looks like it was purchased decades ago.
“A first, sir?”
I allow myself the luxury of a quick laugh as I shut and lock the door. “The anonymous hotel check-in. I’ve never needed to hide like this before. Ar—my guards always cleaned up any traces of my affairs. I could act freely when I wasn’t Don.”
“Do you not trust me to clean up, sir?”
“It’s not that.” I pat Rico’s shoulder to reassure him. “Things are just messier when I’m in charge. I’m doing my best to leave less for you to clean up later.”
Rico chuckles as he shrugs off his jacket. “Looks messy enough to me.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend bringing a blacklight somewhere like this. Best not to know.”
I look down to unbutton my suit coat, so when Rico slides his bare, tattooed arms around my waist from behind, it catches me off guard.
“Will we be adding to the mess tonight, Matteo? Is that the plan?” His lips brush my earlobe, and he slides a hand down the front of my slacks. I stiffen as he grips my cock. His hand is warm, smooth. Smoother than Aron’s hands. He’s young, too young for the scars that accompany this life.
A sigh escapes my lips as Rico strokes my cock into awareness. I lean back against his hard chest and reach up and behind to grip his hair. He moans and kisses my neck, pressing his hips to mine and demonstrating that at least part of him is on board with this.
There’s just one thing that would make this better …
“Enough with the ‘sir’ and ‘boss’ and ‘Don Matteo,’” I say as I squirm under his surprisingly skilled hand. I turn to face him and cup his chin. “Just call me Matt.”
His lips meet mine in a powerful yet tender kiss. “Of course, Matt.”
Hearing the name that I’d reserved for Aron to use opens a floodgate of emotions. I return the kiss in kind, and soon we’re removing each other’s clothes at a frantic pace. Rico drops to his knees, gazing briefly into my eyes in search of … what? Permission?
Whatever he’s looking for, he must find it, because he takes my tip into his mouth without further hesitation.
Rico’s a little overeager at first, applying perhaps too much suction, so I grip his shoulders and pull him back just a bit to get him to slow down.
He takes the direction well, adjusting his movements and taking the time to utilize his tongue in a dazzling display of skill that I would never have thought him capable of.
“I-is this your first time, Rico?”
He pulls back, leaving a string of saliva between his mouth and my cock. “I experimented in college. It’s been a while, but—”
I thrust into his open mouth, cutting him off. “Enough words.”
Rico chuckles around my cock, but he’s soon back to business.
I let him take me to the verge of coming, then back out of his mouth until my legs butt against the bed. “Over here. My turn.”
He stands in one smooth motion, making me regret the torture I’ve put my knees through over the years. If only I could have that kind of flexibility again …
“On the bed,” I command, standing aside so Rico can climb on. He crawls to the head of the bed then looks back over his shoulder, ass in the air.
“Like this?”
It’s a bit cliché, but at least he’s trying.
“Relax a bit. You don’t have to show off for me.
Don’t arch your back so much. There. That’s better.
Now, spread your legs a bit. Good.” He takes direction exceptionally well, and it only takes a few orders to get him positioned the way I want him.
I crawl onto the bed behind him and stroke his bare ass, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty there.
Tight. Toned. He definitely makes good use of the gym facilities at the mansion.
“Please, Matt …”
Rico trembles as I admire him from behind. For a supposedly straight man who’s only “experimented in college,” he’s certainly eager for this. His cock is rock-hard, throbbing, and dripping precum onto the dingy motel blanket. I lean close, my chest flush with his back, and whisper in his ear.
“How long has it been?”
“S-since college?”
A little nip to his earlobe. A slight tug on his cock. “Since anyone.”
He whimpers. Moans. Thrusts into my hand. “Too long.”
I give his ass a hardy smack, then rise back up. “Well, then, this seems like something we both need tonight.”
Lucky for Rico, I palmed a packet of lube while we undressed, so he won’t be unprepared. I tear open the packet with my teeth, releasing a heady cherry scent into the room. Rico inhales deeply and shudders.
The lube is a special warming formula that activates on contact, so hopefully it’s not too much of a shock to his system when I slide my fingers in. Rico clenches around me and whines.
“Soon, Rico. Patience.” I pump my fingers in and out, two then three, reveling in the warm, tight sensation of his ass claiming me. “I have to get you ready first. If I just dive in, I could tear something.”
“Do it,” he says, panting. “Fucking ruin me.”
God, he’s so eager … so fucking ready … I can’t help but wonder if it’s even about sex, though. Is he getting off on pleasing his Don, or is he really into this? Does he think this could lead to more power in the Syndicate, to a special status?
Fuck, I hate being in charge. Things were so much simpler when I was just next in line.
Shaking my head to clear it of those thoughts, I line myself up, smearing more lube on my cock to ease the entry.
I press my tip to his ready hole, intending to slide it in slowly, but Rico surprises me by bucking back into me, taking me all at once.
Abandoning any intent to go easy on him, I bite my lip as his ass tightens around me,.
Rico clearly wants it rough, so that’s what I’ll give him.
I grip his hips with bruising force and start pounding him. Rico cries out, but it’s not from pain; it’s a cry of ecstasy.
“Harder, Matt … Fuck me harder …”
His wish is my command.
The bed creaks and groans in time with my thrusts, and the headboard smacks the wall so hard I see drywall dust floating in the air. If there’s anyone in the room next door, they’ll have a difficult time sleeping tonight.
My balls smack Rico’s ass, loud slaps of flesh that serve to spur me on faster. Harder.
“More … more …”
Jesus, fuck, he’s needy! It must’ve been longer for him than I realized. That, or he’s got some bisexual tendencies hidden in that tough guy facade.
With one hand in his hair, pulling him upright, I reach around and grab his cock with my free hand. I offer no mercy, stroking him just as furiously as I pound his ass. His cries turn to loud, reverberating shouts, and I bite into his shoulder to keep from adding to the noise.
“Matt! Matt, I’m gonna come!”
I release my hold on his shoulder long enough to murmur, “Then do it.” When I look back down, I see that I’ve broken the skin with my teeth. Thick trails of blood ooze down his back, and I lick a long line up his sweat-soaked skin, lapping up the coppery fluid.
When my tongue hits the bite mark, Rico twitches and shudders, coming all over my hand. His orgasm milks me as his ass flexes in a sharp staccato rhythm. I let out a low growl as I come hard, leaving Rico dripping my cum when I finally pull out, spent.
Rico falls to all fours, heaving for air. He starts to get out of bed, but I put a hand on his arm to stop him.
“No. That was just the first course. We’re not done tonight, not by a long shot.”