Chapter Fourteen
No sooner had Santino opened his front door than he had his arms full of Orsen. Shutting the door, he grabbed Orsen’s ass as he jumped up, and held him against the door as they kissed. Orsen gasped, rubbing his dick against Santino, his moans filling the air.
“Missed you,” Orsen said between kisses.
Santino groaned, pushed away from the door and carried Orsen to his bedroom, shutting the door before Charlie could get in. Laying him on the bed, Santino covered him with his body. Orsen kicked his sneakers off, then tugged on Santino’s shirt.
“Missed you too. I love how enthusiastic you are when I’m back.”
“That’s because I want to kiss you and touch you. Less talk now.”
Chuckling, Santino whispered, “Slow down, Orsen.”
“Nope. I want to see you naked, but I don’t want sex. I want to touch you. It’s been days since I saw you.”
Santino gave Orsen a hard, dominating kiss, then sat up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
Orsen sat up, his fingers tracing the skin Santino revealed, then kissed a nipple, licking over it.
Santino gasped, tugged Orsen’s hair, pulling him back.
“Slow down.” Tilting Orsen’s head back, Santino kissed him, sliding his tongue into Orsen’s mouth, groaning when Orsen licked and sucked on it.
Shrugging his shirt off, he helped strip Orsen, then removed the rest of his clothes. He lay over Orsen, feeling his naked body under his, and he had to take several deep breaths. Orsen’s hands gripped Santino’s ass, and he whimpered into their kiss, his hips surging up, rubbing on Santino.
Santino lifted his head, then grinned and moved down Orsen’s body, sucking his dick into his mouth and taking it down his throat. Orsen reared up, his hands holding Santino’s head as his hips punched up.
“Santino!” Santino felt a shudder rush through Orsen’s body, and knew he was close. “Close!”
Santino sucked hard, heard Orsen’s cry, then his mouth flooded with come. Swallowing, he kept sucking and licking until Orsen murmured, “Stop.”
Lifting his head, Santino moved up, kissed Orsen, then sat up and stroked his dick.
Orsen watched, wide-eyed, then reached up, putting his hand over Santino.
Santino changed their positions, so Orsen’s hand now held his cock, and he leaned over Orsen, moaning when he came, white stripes painting Orsen’s skin.
Moving to one side, Santino lay next to Orsen, panting softly. “Hi.”
Orsen rolled onto his side, cuddling up to Santino. “Hi.” He pulled a face. “I don’t like this feeling.”
“Yeah, drying come itches. What do you say to sharing a shower?”
Orsen sat up, his eyebrows arching. “I’ve never shared a shower.”
“Good. I get to see you naked and wet.”
Orsen blushed, lowered his head as he ran his fingers over Santino’s chest. “Can we do it now?”
Chuckling, Santino sat up and stood, pulling Orsen with him. “Yes, then we can eat and maybe come back here later.” Orsen’s lips formed an O before he smiled. That was when Santino noticed Orsen had grown again. “You’re broader.”
“I started working out in Cody and TJ’s gym. I like it, and with the work I do at Crompton’s, I feel stronger.”
Santino tugged Orsen’s hand and led him into the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he pulled Orsen back into his arms and kissed him. Orsen moaned, his hands squeezing Santino’s ass, and Santino moved them under the water, letting it rain over them.
Orsen tilted his head back, his eyes closed, and Santino looked at him, seeing this gorgeous young man and again wondering if he was too old for Orsen.
Orsen lifted up, then kissed Santino, and he decided he’d let Orsen decide.
Santino wrapped his arms around Orsen, pushing him up against the wall.
Orsen reached down, stroked Santino’s dick.
“Be careful. I might forget you’re a virgin.”
Orsen gasped, kissed him harder. “I want to, but I don’t know.”
“There is so much we can do before then. Enjoy all these moments.” Santino grabbed the shampoo. “This is one of them. Close your eyes.” Orsen did, and Santino washed his hair, hearing the soft moans from Orsen. “See how good it can be? We both know where this is going.”
“Like foreplay.”
“Yes, in a way. I like doing this.” Rinsing Orsen’s hair, Santino kissed Orsen’s plump lips. “Let’s get out and have something to eat.” Switching the shower off, he pulled Orsen out, then wrapped him in a towel. Once he was dry, he quickly dressed, then helped Orsen. “I cooked.”
“You did?” Orsen’s eyes lit up. “What did you cook for us?”
“Pollo alla cacciatore. It’s a chicken stew dish. You fry the chicken, then let it stew in olive oil, tomatoes, and red wine. Add some seasoning, and it’s delicious.”
“That sounds really good.” Orsen’s stomach rumbled, and he chuckled, his cheeks pinking. “I think my stomach agrees.”
“Good. I made plenty along with some fresh crusty bread.”
“You made bread?”
“Sure. My mamma taught us all how to cook. I don’t do it as often as I used to with the hours I work, but I made it home early and wanted to cook this for you.”
“Wow,” Orsen breathed out the word, making Santino smile and kiss him.
“I can teach you.” Santino pulled a chair out for Orsen, then grabbed the stew from the stove. Orsen watched him lift the lid, then inhaled. “Well?”
“It looks so good.”
“Let’s dig in, then.” Santino carried everything else over, then watched Orsen take his first bite. His eyes went wide, and he moaned as they fluttered close. “So good,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food.
Chuckling, Santino ate his own meal, making sure Orsen had some of the freshly made bread.
When Orsen went for seconds, a smile split Santino’s face.
Nothing made him feel better than knowing he was providing for his man.
His man. Hmm. Yes, Orsen was a man, and he was Santino’s, but he still had a small niggling doubt because of their age gap.
One he fully intended to ignore right then.
Once the food had been eaten and the leftovers put in the fridge, Santino sat with Orsen on the sofa, kissing.
Orsen moaned as he moved over Santino, rocking on him.
Santino held Orsen’s hips, feeling them move, feeling Orsen’s erection against his own.
Palming it, he rubbed the rigid length, feeling it jerk under his touch.
“Santino.”
“Tell me what you want, Orsen.” Santino kissed along Orsen’s jaw, sucked on the skin on his neck. “Tell me.”
“I want to be naked with you. I want to touch you.” Orsen sat back and pulled his T-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.
Santino ran his hands over Orsen’s chest, feeling soft skin and firm muscles move beneath his hands.
Bigger muscles that had Santino running his nails down Orsen’s body.
Orsen shuddered, his body arching into Santino’s touch.
Santino urged Orsen to stand, then watched his face as he stripped naked. Orsen’s breathing picked up, a flush covering his skin. When Santino stood naked, he took Orsen’s hand and placed it on his dick. Orsen’s fingers slid over it, his other hand sliding over Santino’s chest.
“I can touch you like this,” he murmured.
“Yes, you can. Let’s go to bed and you can do what you want to me.”
Orsen smiled, then slid his hand into Santino’s. Santino walked into his bedroom, then let go of Orsen’s hand and lay on his back on the bed. Orsen stripped, then straddled him, his hands sliding over Santino’s chest, his fingers tugging the dark hair on Santino’s chest.
When he leaned down for a kiss, Santino gave him one, his hands moving on Orsen’s hips, holding him as Orsen rocked. The slow back-and-forth movement had Santino hard and aching, but he wanted Orsen to move at his own pace. He wanted Orsen to touch him and learn what made him moan.
Kissing him again, Orsen whimpered, his hips moving faster. “Santino.” He lifted his head, licked his lips, then bent, taking one of Santino’s nipples into his mouth. Sucking it, he tugged the other one. “Is this okay?”
Swallowing, Santino groaned. “Yes. Don’t stop. Do what you want. I’m yours.”
A gust of air over Santino’s nipple had him gasping, then Orsen looked up at him and softly bit the hard nub.
Santino groaned, his body shuddering. When Orsen moved to the other nipple, Santino tunnelled his fingers through Orsen’s hair, holding him in place.
Orsen moved between his nipples, licking, sucking, biting, then he kissed down Santino’s chest, licking and sucking at his skin until Santino groaned, his fingers tugging Orsen’s hair.
“Shit, Orsen. Don’t stop.”
When Orsen reached for his dick, he paused. Santino smiled down at him, letting him do what he wanted in his own time. When his wet pink tongue sneaked out and licked the head, Santino shook. More soft licks followed before Orsen’s mouth slid over it, and Santino groaned as wet heat covered him.
Again, Orsen took his time, his tongue sliding over the head.
“There’s a sensitive spot beneath the head.
Rub it with your tongue.” Orsen’s tongue moved over and around the head until Santino said, “There. That’s it.
” Orsen rubbed it again, making Santino moan.
“Play with my balls. Roll them with your fingers. Tug the skin.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah. I love having my balls played with.”
Orsen went back to sucking Santino’s dick, his fingers running over Santino’s nuts, tugging on them. Santino’s hips moved on the bed, fighting his need to push into Orsen’s mouth and make him take more.
Bobbing his head, Orsen took more of Santino’s cock into his mouth, and Santino couldn’t tear his eyes away.
The way Orsen’s lips stretched around his dick, the way his fingers tugged on his balls.
He looked up, their eyes catching and holding, and Santino held his breath when his balls tightened. “Orsen.”
Orsen moaned and closed his eyes. When Santino came, Orsen trembled and swallowed every pulse. Santino palmed Orsen’s cheek, feeling him swallow, and he groaned loudly, watching Orsen’s throat move.
When Santino lay panting, he pulled Orsen up and kissed him, tasting his come on Orsen’s tongue. “Come on me. Stroke your dick and come all over me.”
Orsen sat upright, biting his lips as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. Santino watched as he stroked, watching the head appear then disappear as Orsen’s hand moved. “You look so fucking good,” Santino growled. “Do something for me.”
Orsen moaned, his body trembling. “What?”
“Come on my face.” Orsen whined, his eyes wide. “Move up, then when you come, aim at my face. I like it. You’ll like it too.”
Orsen whimpered then shuffled up the bed. “Like this?”
“Fuck, Orsen. Yes. Like that.” Orsen groaned, his body moving over Santino, his fist flying over his dick. “Do it, Orsen. Come on me.”
Orsen choked, his hips snapping forward, then he cried out. Santino opened his mouth as the first streak of come hit his face and he moaned as more joined it, some landing in his mouth. Orsen’s wide eyes watched as Santino licked his lips, then swallowed. “That’s… Oh. I like it.”
“Me too. There’s something dirty in the act. I like you doing it on me.”
“Yeah?” Orsen sighed, then lay on Santino’s chest. “I want to do it again,” he whispered.
“You can. We have so much to learn about each other. We’re only just beginning.”
“We are. You have so much to teach me, and I’m your willing student.” Orsen lifted his head, grinned. “When can we do that again?”
“I need a little longer than you.” Santino tugged on Orsen’s hair. “Come up here and kiss me. We can make out until we’re ready to go again. I think we both have another orgasm in us.”
“Will you, you know…”
Arching an eyebrow, Santino said, “Suck your dick?” Blushing, Orsen nodded. “Oh yeah. I’ll be sucking your dick and making you come. I love how you taste.”
“Oh! Yes, me too.” Orsen ducked his head, licked over Santino’s nipple. “I like these too.”
“We have hours before you need to go home.” Santino lifted his head, kissed Orsen. “Let’s have some fun.”