Chapter Nine #6
When we enter the house, I’m glad my mother and sisters aren’t around.
We make our way upstairs to our wing. My pulse is racing as we travel down the hallway.
We stop outside Elio’s room and he opens his door.
I get my hopes up when he doesn’t go inside right away.
He hesitates on the threshold, turning toward me.
“Thank you for today, Marcello,” he says softly. “I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy myself, but it was a lot of fun.” He smiles tentatively up at me. “And… and thank you for trusting me with the job. I’ll try to make you proud.”
“I know you will.” I smile and brush the hair off his brow, allowing my fingers to linger on his skin. “I’m glad you had a good time. I did too.”
We hold each other’s gaze but then he shifts nervously. “Well… uh… goodnight.” He turns and goes into his room, closing the door.
Damn.
I’m definitely disappointed, but at least he really enjoyed our day together. That gives me pleasure. Not as much pleasure as fucking him would have given me, but I’m happy that he’s happy. Maybe I’m becoming less selfish in my old age.
Probably not.
Once in my room, I tug off my polo shirt and sit on the edge of my big, empty bed. I feel restless, but I have no desire to go out again. I should probably go downstairs and do some work. I skipped out early today so there will be things that got dropped.
But I don’t want to.
I had such a nice day with Elio, I’m sorry it ended.
That’s new for me. When I was dating Sandro, I’d always been happy when he went home so that I could be alone again.
But tonight, even if Elio hadn’t wanted to fuck, I’d have enjoyed hanging out with him longer.
Even just cuddling in my bed would have been nice.
Elio’s right. Who the fuck am I?
I groan and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I’m horny and frustrated. But if I want Elio to feel safe and like he’s more than my whore, I have to suck it up. Give him space when he needs it. Even if it hurts. I’d hoped he want me as much as I wanted him tonight, but apparently not.
I consider grabbing the lube out of the nightstand and jerking off, but I feel too apathetic to bother.
I wanted Elio’s warm body in my arms tonight.
I wanted his taste on my tongue. I wanted to pump my seed into his beautiful body while he cried out in ecstasy.
Coming in my own hand just feels anticlimactic.
When there’s a soft knock on the connecting door between my room and Elio’s, I still.
I lift my head, not sure I heard what I think I heard.
But when it comes again, I sit up and stare at the door, heart racing.
When the knock comes a third time, I slowly get off the bed and go to the connecting door.
I try not to get my hopes up again. Maybe he just has some questions about the new job, or he needs to borrow some toothpaste.
When I open the door, Elio stands there. His face is tense and his eyes glitter with uneasiness. He’s shirtless, wearing only white briefs. My mouth goes dry when I see the half-hard outline of his cock beneath the cotton material.
“Sorry to bother you,” he says softly, shifting from side to side. His cheeks are pink and he looks down at his feet. “I had such a nice day… I kind of hate for it to end.”
Excitement jolts through me. “Yeah? You… you want to come in?” I step back, feeling breathless. I can’t remember the last time I felt so nervous around an omega. But I’m worried if I’m not really careful, I’ll say something that makes him retreat back to his room.
He lifts his gaze to mine. “You sure you don’t mind?”
I laugh gruffly. “I don’t mind, Elio. Trust me on this.”
He runs his tongue over his bottom lip nervously, and my dick throbs.
“Well, if you’re sure,” he murmurs, brushing past me slowly.
His scent fills my nostrils as he passes, a mix of his sweet omega aroma and his arousal.
I close the door behind him, feeling like the luckiest alpha on the planet.
He crosses to the bed and my gaze drags down the length of him.
Slim waist, the sweet swell of his ass, those long sinewy legs.
My mouth waters. I want to get my hands on every inch of him.
He reaches the bed and he trails his fingers down the silky comforter.
He looks at me over his shoulder, and the look can only be described as seductive.
My dick gives another painful throb, and I move toward him.
His breathing picks up, but he doesn’t retreat from me. He stands his ground as I approach.
When I’m a foot from him, I reach for him. “Did you miss me?” I whisper, slowly drawing him against me. His warm body seems to melt into mine and he rests his hands on my chest. His fingers lightly outline the tattoos there.
“You didn’t make a move on me,” he says softly. “Why?”
I lift one shoulder. “I was being respectful. We had a great day. I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
He bites his bottom lip. “I thought maybe you weren’t interested.”
I grab his hips and tug him against me, pressing my body into his so he can’t miss my erection. “You still think that?”
“No.”
I open my mouth to ask him if I can kiss him, but before I can get the words out, he kisses me first. His mouth is hot and greedy, and my brain short-circuits with lust as his taste and scent swamp me.