35. Daddies
Chapter thirty-five
Daddies
(Dante)
The Bali night wraps around us like silk, warm and heavy with salt air. Through the villa's open window, I can hear waves outside, a gentle counterpoint to Danica's soft breathing from the bedroom behind us.
She’s having a nap, exhausted from our active afternoon.
We’ve been here for six days, but it’s already hard to imagine a world beyond this oasis in the ocean.
Six more days of waking up married, of watching Danica smile at her ring, of feeling something close to peace.
Alessio pulls my attention back to him. “Are you going to say that to my face?” My voice is thick with mock-aggression as I push the half-naked Don against the wall in the large open-plan lounge area.
“You. Are. Such. A. Pussy,” my first love taunts me with a playful grin, his hands dropping to my ass as he pulls me into him. He is as hard as I am, his unmistakable erection trapped between us.
“Don’t.” I yank him by his open shirt, slamming his back into the wall again.
It was like he’s been here all along. Yet Alessio had arrived mere hours ago, dressed in white linen that somehow stayed crisp despite the Bali heat, looking like he'd stepped out of a luxury travel magazine.
His smile lit up the entire villa when Danica ran to greet him, jumping into his arms like an excited child.
I'd hung back, watching them, my heart full at seeing my two loves together again.
There's something about Alessio that makes everything brighter—as if he carried Vegas's neon glow with him wherever he went.
He'd kissed Danica first, deep and passionate, then turned to me with that knowing look that still makes my pulse race after all these years.
"Miss me, amore mio?” he'd asked before pulling me into a kiss that tasted of airplane coffee and unquenchable desire.
The day dissolved into a blur of laughter and touches and shared memories. We had lunch on the terrace, Alessio entertaining us with stories of Vegas drama while Danica curled between us on the oversized lounger. Perfect, peaceful moments that seemed impossible just months ago.
Backdropped by the setting sun, Madame Fera had finally let me come, spilling my seed all over her bikini top while Alessio watched us with a tall glass of crisp white wine in hand.
It was but the beginning…
My body ached pleasantly from our recent...activities. Alessio's playful wrestling turned to kisses, turned to more, until Danica took control of us both. My Queen and my Vegas Joker—they knew exactly how to take me apart and put me back together.
Danica had given me her permission to come as much as I wanted before passing out on the large fluffy bed, mumbling something about snacks before closing her eyes and not opening them again. It was an opportunity I intended to take full advantage of.
Alessio’s rapid breathing anchors me in the present, in the warm evening breeze, our hard cocks pressed against one another with nothing but swimming trunks between them.
The Vegas Joker grins, running his fingers over my bared chest before gripping a nipple playfully, twisting it. “You know I love it when you play rough.”
His face is mere inches from mine, his body pressed against mine. Neither of us shows any sign of backing off.
“I’m a rough guy, or have you forgotten, Don Santoro?” I kiss him before he can answer, forcing his lips open with my tongue.
Alessio’s body softens against mine as he relaxes into the passionate kiss, our hands wandering all over each other, groping, tweaking, twisting, pinching.
Grinding my hips against his, I dry hump my teenage crush, rubbing our cocks together.
Free to give into my desires, I bite his neck, pulling the skin between my teeth as I mark him, pushing his hands up above his head and pinning them against the wall. He lets me.
Alessio licks my earlobe seductively as he whispers, “Fuck me, Dante,” and a shiver runs down my spine, straight to my dick.
“Hmm…” I drop his wrists and reach for his cock, pulling it free from the useless material concealing it. “That tight little hole of yours stretches so beautifully…”
It was the truth.
With Alessio, we’ve always taken turns bottoming; the power dynamic was more evenly split than with Danica.
We expressed our desires openly, as hard as it was for me initially to find the words, to say them to him, to another man, another Don. But Alessio wasn’t just any other Don, he was mine, ours.
“There is nothing I want more, darling,” Alessio tells me, sliding down against the wall until he’s kneeling before me, ready to take my cock down his throat.
I’m too big for Danica to fit all of me, but Alessio’s gag reflex is non-existent, and he swallows me whole as I stand frozen, heart thumping in my chest.
A loud moan leaves my lips as he works his lips over my hardness, slobbering his spit all over my cock. How is he so damn good at that?
Grunting loudly, I grab him by the hair and pull him up before I come down his throat, dragging him to his feet so I can lick my pre-cum off his lips.
“Where’s the lube?” I whisper, biting his bottom lip roughly as I pull away.
“In the kitchen.” Alessio wrangles free from my grip and darts inside. I follow him, but he doesn’t notice, not at first. Not until I grab him from behind and bend him over the marble island counter.
I pry the lube from his hands, keeping him bent before me. “I’ll take this, thank you.”
“In the kitchen? Ooh, kinky.” Alessio wiggles his bum at me, and I fight the urge to laugh.
“Take off your clothes,” I instruct, smacking his ass with my flat hand.
Without hesitating, Alessio turns around and strips down naked, hoisting himself onto the cold counter with those strong, muscular arms of his.
“Now you,” he tells me, slowly stroking his cock as I slip off my shorts as well. “Hmm,” he blows me a kiss, “Hey Sonja.”
A scowl twists my face as I grumble, “Don’t. Only Danica gets to call him that.”
Alessio laughs, reaching for my cock and pressing the two heads together, rubbing them simultaneously to draw a hungry growl from my lips.
I am beyond ready, leaking in lust.
Fucking hell—again?
My hand finds his windpipe, closing around his throat as I push Alessio down on the large counter, his body shivering visibly as it makes contact with the cool marble.
Don Santoro doesn’t resist, just lets me guide him where I need him, hips buckling and back arching, responding to every touch like I’m the master and he the puppet.
With rough movements, I part his thighs, sinking down between them to close my lips around that beautiful cock I’ll never get enough of.
Before, I could never imagine enjoying giving blowjobs as much as receiving them. But so much has changed since Alessio came back into my life. Since Danica helped me discover my sexual freedom.
A freedom I plan to utilize fully as I smear the lube around Alessio’s hole, enjoying the little gasps the cold liquid draws from his lips in reaction. Almost as much as I enjoy the hissed Italian curse he spits out when I push my forefinger into his ass moments later.
He clenches around me, humming like a little bird as I finger him.
“Stop teasing me and fuck me already,” Alessio groans as I push another finger inside, stretching him.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Patience,” I growl, a third lubed finger joining the others.
Alessio doesn’t stop complaining until I press the tip of my cock against his entrance…and then he’s quiet, very quiet, holding his breath.
“You ready?” I ask.
Alessio nods. “Please.”
“Can you take it all?”
“Fill me, Daddy!” Alessio begs as I carefully push inside, adding more lube for good measure. Nobody has called me “Daddy” in a long time, but I don’t mind Alessio doing so. He can call me whatever he wants.
My first love growls loudly as I push all the way in, stretching to take all of me.
“Such a good boy,” I tell him, enjoying the shift in the dynamic.
“For you, Don Fera, any day,” Alessio rasps between rapid breaths, holding onto the edge of the counter as I slowly bury myself to the hilt inside him.
“Unclench, baby.” I speak to him like Danica speaks to me, trying it out, drinking up every reaction, every sound, as Alessio comes undone around my cock.
No more words leave his lips, not when I wrap my hand around his cock, milking him in unison with my thrusts. Just a pretty mess, legs in the air, mine to use as I see fit.
I fuck him until my balls start contracting, warning me that I’m dangerously close to spilling my load.
Alessio whimpers. I can tell by the shaking in his knees that he must be close too.
“Words. Use your words,” I demand, fucking him harder.
“C-close…” Alessio stutters like forming the simple word was incredibly hard work.
“Ask permission,” I insist as I speed up my movements. He never has to ask usually, but I want to hear it this time.
He doesn’t hesitate. Not for a second. “Please, Daddy. Please, may I come?” Alessio moans obediently, and I know there’s not much time left for either of us.
“Come for me, amore. You have permission.”
Alessio’s only response is a loud groan. I hold onto his cock as it spasms in my hand, spilling thick cum over my knuckles.
Moments later, I release inside him, an uncontainable primal roar ripping from my diaphragm.
Leaving a sticky mess on the counter, I pull out, collapsing on the large couch behind me in the open-plan space.
When he can find his legs again, Alessio hops off the counter and joins me, snuggling his tall figure in my arms, his head on my heart, the pounding beat in his ear.
Kissing his head, I stroke his hair until both our breaths calm down. Until I’m sure our bodies have formed a singular mass of spent lust on the couch.
“You’ve never called me Daddy before,” I remark with amusement.
Alessio chuckles softly, intertwining his fingers with mine. “What can I say? You were giving some serious Dzaddy energy today.”
“I don’t know what that means, but I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” Alessio reaches up for a kiss, and I’m happy to oblige.
"I'm glad you're here, darling." The words come out softer than intended, vulnerable in the afterglow.
Alessio's fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest. "Of course. I wouldn't miss this for the world." He pauses, his tone shifting slightly. "Besides, sounds like y'all needed a holiday. Everything okay with the business?"
My body tenses instantly, the peace of the moment fracturing. “It’s getting there. Thank you for your help.”
“Anything for our Queen.” Alessio kisses my fingers. “For you.”
"It's still complicated." I stare at the ceiling, watching shadows from the garden dance across it. "But we’re figuring it out.”
"Your father would be proud."
A bitter laugh escapes me. "I one hundred percent doubt that."
"Well, that's not on you. You always did your best." His hand finds mine, squeezing gently.
"Not good enough, according to him." The old pain rises like bile. "I can't even count the fucked-up things I did trying to impress him. And for what? He still didn't give a shit. Even after he died, I didn't stop, I just got worse. I hated being that person."
Alessio's voice softens. "We're not all cut out for this life."
"You love it though." I glance down at him, still amazed by how naturally he wears power.
"I do, but my situation is very different. I am very different." His amber eyes hold centuries of Vegas wisdom.
"Suppose you're right." I let out a long breath. "Doesn't matter anymore anyway. What's done is done. Not like any of us ever stood a chance of going to heaven anyway."
Our shared laughter breaks the heaviness. Alessio lifts his head from my chest, those intense eyes searching mine. "Things are different now, amore mio. You're not that man anymore."
"My body can't take being that man anymore." We both know it's more than that.
"Excuses. Excuses." His fingers find my chest hair, tugging playfully. "Your body is fine. It's just done enough work for one lifetime, if you ask me. I think Don Fera deserves more fun."
My traitorous dick responds instantly to his touch. "You're insatiable, Alessio." Just like Danica—maybe that's why they get along so well.
His hand drifts lower, touch teasing and familiar, as he grabs my cock, lazily toying with the tip. “Perhaps. Want to try and find out if that's true?"
I bite back a moan, pushing myself into his hand. “Let’s...”