Chapter Thirty-Six Tom #2
I wanted to fucking die on that high called Enzo Ferrante.
“You hurt me today,” he croaked into my mouth.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” I stroked his carved cheekbones. “I wanted to burn down the entire place and run to you.”
“I waited for you outside, like an idiot.”
I closed my eyes, drawing in an agonizing breath. The mental image burned through every layer of callousness I’d developed over the years.
He flipped us so he was on top of me, kissing his way down my throat while borrowing my saliva from his dick and guiding one finger into my ass.
At first he just circled the rim, licking and nosing every bit of my neck and chest. I felt surprisingly virginal for a man of forty, but I forced myself to let go of my control.
Or whatever the hell was left of it these days.
“Try to relax, baby.” Enzo’s mouth was on my dick now, his tongue screwing the slit, and my eyes fluttered shut, my body melting onto the mattress, muscles relaxing. He used the opportunity to spear my ass with his finger all the way, and I clenched against him.
I felt…full.
Full, but in a good way.
Then came the second finger. Before I could growl in protest, his mouth was on my cock again and my cognitive abilities were out the window, along with two and a half decades of strong sexual preferences.
“Baby…yes…fuck…” Astonishingly, these words left my mouth, not his.
I bucked my hips, giving him better access to my ass and burying my dick deeper in his mouth.
He sucked me to a point of delirium, and then, a second before I finished in his mouth, removed his lips and slipped another finger—somehow lathered in cold lube he’d squirted out at some point—into my ass.
It was probably painful and uncomfortable, if it weren’t for the fact he’d just denied me an orgasm.
“Fuck!” I looked up, watching him grinning at me mischievously. “Let me come,” I demanded.
“Nah. I’d rather we come together. Scooch.” He slapped my ass, then leaned sideways to get more lube. He stroked his glistening cock up and down with it, standing on his knees and watching me lazily. “You ready?”
Surprisingly, I was.
I wanted this man’s DNA so thoroughly etched in mine, I would take it with me to the grave.
“I’m going in, Tomcat.” He sheathed his dick with one more squirt of lube and placed his crown at my tight entrance. I dripped cum all over my abs, some of it gliding down into my belly button. Shit, this was hot. I had no idea why I’d waited so long to try it.
Because no one aroused you enough to ever move you an inch from your comfort zone.
“Hold on tight.”
He pressed my knees to my chest. His huge, beautiful dick sank inside me, one inch at a time, and though the sensation was awkward and made me feel like I needed to go to the bathroom, the thrill of having Enzo inside me was enough to shake me to my core.
“H-holy shit, well, this is tight.” He shuddered, clutching my knee and giving it a brief kiss. I bet it was. I wriggled as best I could to accommodate the absolute monster of a cock this man fed me, getting used to the foreign object wrestling my muscles loose. Enzo studied me intently.
“We can always sto—”
“Start moving.”
He pulled back, then slid inside. The movement released some of the tension, eased the burning enough that it stopped feeling like he’d lit my rectum on fire. I also loved having him inside me, with eye contact, knowing I was the one he was fucking.
Not Katya.
Not Cash.
Not whoever else the fuck I was going to have to compete with down the line.
Just. Me.
He rode my ass a little faster, looming over me, savage little grunts leaving his mouth with each sharp thrust. I’d only ever seen him being fucked, not actually fucking, and I loved the optics of it.
This new stallion, Enzo. A dark, bold beast that enjoyed devouring no less than he did being devoured.
“Hanging in there, Tomcat?” A raven lock fell across his forehead, making him look more than a heartthrob than anyone could be, and I nodded, choking on the building pleasure.
“Butterfly, fuck, yes. You’re so big.”
“Too big?”
“Perfect big.”
“Aww, too big would’ve stroked my ego better.”
A ripple of laughter made my abs tremble, the fissures of pleasure intertwining with it. I gorged on so much joy, a pleasure so sharp, I worried it’d physically sicken me.
How did he do that? How did he make me laugh and orgasm and ache with sadness at the same time?
The friction was delicious, and the odd feeling had mostly passed, replaced with deep, ferocious pounding.
A thought dawned on me: This is how he fucked his girlfriends. This is how he’ll fuck Katya.
“C’mere.” I clawed into his nape and brought him down, slamming my mouth against his.
He sucked my bottom lip, but disconnected quickly, dropping a kiss to my cheek and going harder on my ass.
He had one hand on my hip, with the other gathering the precum on my abs and using it to jerk me off.
My eyes rolled inside their sockets. This was too intense, too good to be true.
“Fuck, Tom, your ass is milking the orgasm out of me. I’m close.”
Just as he said that, he started hitting the spot I knew was my prostate. Each time he pressed home, the intensity of it took my breath away and turned me inside out, into nothing but a groaning, moaning mess.
“I’m coming,” I panted.
“The fuck you are, Tomcat. Where’s the team spirit?” He stopped jerking me and pressed his thumb against my slit, preventing me from coming.
A few more thrusts, and he let go of my cock, letting me come with him.
Tide after tide of warmth crashed over me. He’d just served me the most intense fucking orgasm I’d ever experienced, and ever would. I felt the hot liquid of his cum spreading inside me, and clenched around him once more, making him groan with pleasure and collapse with his chest against mine.
“Aaaahh, fuck yeah.”
I wrapped an arm around his back, kissing the crown of his head. “You did it. You fucked a fed.”
He snorted, still inside me.
“How’d it feel?” I asked.
“Pretty sure I saw God a second before I came. He fist-bumped me and told me he one hundred percent endorsed whatever was happening.”
My lips curled smugly. “That good, huh?”
He pushed up, grabbed the base of his dick, and slowly pulled out of me, then fell next to me.
“How was it for you?” He dropped a kiss to my shoulder.
I loved that he did that. That he always touched, hugged, stroked, and offered physical comfort.
I’d noticed it about him during surveillance, too.
How he always put a protective hand on his sister, Lila, or offered hugs to his mother, and even his demonic brothers.
“It was…phenomenal.” But uncomfortable, too. I hadn’t thought I’d ever be able to accept this level of vulnerability.
“Phenomenal enough for a repeat?” He quirked an eyebrow.
“If you want, yeah.”
Here was the truth of it—I would let this man stick anything, explosives included, into me, if I knew it’d help me keep him, even if just for a little while.
I was beyond reason, dignity, and decorum.
Yes, I enjoyed being pounded by him, but I still preferred to be the top.
I would, however, be exclusively a bottom if that was what it took to have him.
I didn’t know when the tectonic shift inside me had occurred, but suspected it was during one of our inappropriately, wildly idiotic text chains.
Whatever the cause, Vincenzo Ferrante was now imprinted into the very fiber of my soul.
I would go to extremes, petrifying measures, to protect him.
And those pesky things called morals I’d held to such high standard before?
Well, turned out they were more flexible than my feelings for him.
Enzo tossed an arm over his eyes, yawning. “I loved it. Your ass was great. But…”
“There’s a but?” I propped myself on my forearms, giving him a warning look.
He chuckled. “I like being handled more. And I don’t need to touch my cock to climax when you’re inside me. Might still fuck you every now and again for the variety of it, but…for the most part, I like being on the receiving end.”
That was good news both for me and my ass. Enzo’s cock wasn’t built for the top life.
“Guess you were right.” He stared down at me. “I’m a bottom after all.”
“I’m always right.” I swept the tendril of onyx hair from his forehead back up, knowing it was a losing battle, that in a few minutes or so, it’d flop back down and make my heart miss a beat. “Can you promise me something?”
He grinned at me. “Anything.”
Oh, how I wish.
“Please remember that next time I give you advice, Butterfly.”
“Hmm. Ominous.” He rubbed his nose against my shoulder. I pulled away, staring into his eyes seriously.
“Promise me, Enzo.”
“I promise.”
“And always carry your get-out-of-jail-free card.”
“Even to the bathroom?” He grinned.
“I’m serious, baby.”
He melted at the word baby, rolling his eyes with a soft smile. “You’re making me nervous. Yeah, Tom. I get it. I’ll listen when you give me advice.”
“Promise.”
“I promise!”
I leaned forward and captured his lips, drinking in his promise, and praying to a God I didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t break his word to me.