12. Rocco
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ROCCO
W atching my little lionheart flay the skin off our enemies is the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life.
Hotter than watching him cook in my kitchen. More erotic than when he’s bent over my knee sobbing as I spank his ass to a lovely shade of red. It’s even better than when he’s curled up in my lap reading one of his vampire romance books.
The pure fury in his eyes, the way his brows dip in concentration when he uses the knife… Fuck . It takes a level of serious self control I don’t possess not to fuck him in the elevator.
“Why are you looking at me like I’m edible?” Leo asks, a scandalous blush spreading across his cheeks, well at least where there isn’t blood.
“Because you are,” I growl, backing him into the wall. “I’m gonna eat you alive, toy. Until you’re begging me to stop.”
He peers up at me, his eyes going wide. I love how the same man slicing some poor fuck in the basement can be so innocent and bashful. I quietly lead Leo through the front door, making sure we don’t wake his sisters up as we stealthily move through the apartment. When I finally get him into my bedroom and lock the door, I kiss his neck, right over my healing bite mark.
Leo pushes me away. “Shower first.” He backs into the ensuite, a coy little smile on his face. His blond hair is highlighted by the light he stands under, and he truly looks like an angel.
A divine being who’s been corrupted with the blood of his sins. My filthy little toy.
I take my suit off, placing each piece of clothing in the hamper methodically, holding Leo’s gaze the entire time. He takes in my body, his hooded eyes slowly moving downward. When I’m done, I pull Leo’s hoodie over his arms, then his pants. He’s bare underneath.
“You didn’t wear any underwear?” I ask him.
“No, sir,” he answers me, averting his gaze. “I was so tired after what happened, I didn’t even think about it.”
I was hard as a fucking rock the entire time we were torturing those morons in the basement, tamping down my raging urge to fuck my lionheart’s brains out in front of everyone. And this little tease was walking around commando. It would have been so easy to pull his pants below his ass and sink into him.
I run my hand down his lower back and over the curve of his ass, feeling his smooth skin. All the marks and redness from his office spanking disappeared, leaving me with a clear canvas to manipulate in any way I please.
He raises on his tip toes, then bites my lower lip before he abruptly turns around and steps into the shower. I take a bottle of lube out of the drawer, and follow him in, placing it next to the shampoo.
I may enjoy playing rough with my toy, but I don’t want to cause him that type of pain. He isn’t experienced, and I want him to feel good. To become as obsessed with me as I am with him, to need me as much as I need him. To feel me leaving my mark so deep inside him, he never questions who he belongs to again or tries to put distance between us.
The possessive, feral monster inside me broke free the moment those sweatpants came off. And it took control of me when I saw my toy standing directly beneath the rainfall showerhead, rubbing soap into his blood splattered skin. The suds turn pink before they’re washed down the drain, leaving behind clean, wet skin for me to touch.
We stand so close together we breathe each other’s air, washing each other from head to toe. His hands drag over my pecs, down my abs, then back up again in a frustratingly slow pace, tracing my tattoos with his fingertips. Working the lather over me as I get lost in those stormy, blue eyes. Then he kneels, washing my legs from the bottom up, until he reaches my groin. He opens his mouth, running his tongue up the underside of my shaft and swirling it around my head. He sucks the tip lightly before moving his lips down inch by inch, sucking harder as he takes more of me into his warm, luscious mouth.
“Fuck,” I hiss, twisting my hands into his mop of curly hair. “Swallow my cock. You look so fucking pretty on your knees for me. You’re gonna take the whole thing, until I’m so far down your throat you choke on it.”
His eyes start to tear as he looks up at me, trying his hardest to obey me and take every last inch. I feel myself hit the back of his throat, and hold his head down, cutting off his hair. Reveling over the harsh sound of him choking on me, just like I told him to.
I pull him off me, then thrust into his mouth at a brutal pace that has him gasping for air. Drool runs from his lips, and I swipe it with my thumb, tasting it. Taking a piece of him for myself.
“Get up,” I rasp, unwilling to come in his mouth when deep inside him is where I want to be. I have to taste him.
He stands on shaky legs, and I back him into the wall, placing his hands on it so he doesn’t fall over and hurt himself. I drop to my knees behind him, spreading his cheeks apart so I can see his tight little hole.
My tight little hole, I remind myself. Leo Costa is mine.
I run my tongue around his rim in steady circles, savoring him as I ease his tension and loosen him up to take me.
I can feel his self consciousness and anxiety melt away, leaving a desperate, needy mess of a man for me. He buries his head into his arms, covering his mouth to stay silent as he thrusts his ass into my face. I want him to see me as I pleasure him so he knows who’s making his legs quake.
“Look at me,” I order him. He peers over his shoulder, his face beat red with lust and need. “I want you to look at me while I tear you apart, lionheart.”
I sink my teeth into his left ass cheek, leaving another mark on him. He bites his lower lip to keep his scream in, but I can see the pain in his eyes and the way tears well in his eyes. I lick over the bite mark, then go back to feasting on him like a condemned man.
I am condemned, damned for eternity because Leo fucking ruined me—I’ll never crave another man or woman the way I do him.
His muffled moans and groans get wilder as I pick up the pace and apply more pressure, gripping his ass in my hands hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow.
“Fuck, fuck, please, sir, please,” he babbles, his voice scratchy.
I pull away from him, and take in the wanton, almost painful expression on his face.
“Get up on the bench. Hands and knees.”
When I had my penthouse renovated a few years ago, I got a recessed stone bench put in. I’ve wanted to fuck my little toy on it so badly since the day he showed up in my home five minutes late. I jack off every shower thinking about it. Sometimes I even dream of him ass up, face touching the stone as I drive into him like an animal after a long day.
I take the lube, drizzling it onto my fingers and onto his hole. The first finger goes in easily, the second taking more work. His sighs of pleasure as I open him up with a third finger let me know he’s ready for me.
I pour more lube into my hands, spreading it over my cock before I press the head to his hole, swirling it around to tease him.
“Rocco, please,” he groans. “Please don’t tease me right now.” Precum drips from his flushed, angry cock. His lower lip pouts, and he’s so needy at this moment.
I spank his ass, the crack echoing off the shower’s stone walls. “Please?”
“Please, Sir ,” he whines. His wet skin is so soft.
“You want it, toy? You want my cock inside you? Beg for it.”
“Please! Fuck me,” he cries as he bounces back on me, trying to get me deeper inside him. I hold his hips, stilling him.
“Who do you belong to, lionheart?”
“You, Sir,” he whispers. “ Always you. ”
“Good boy,” I rasp before I drive into him, all the way to the hilt.
He mewls, like a wild animal. I give him a few minutes to get used to me with shallow, easy thrusts, until he’s moving with me. He’s so tight. So hot. So perfect for me. I take every bit of him, consumed in my greed for him.
“Rocco, oh fuck, Rocco, more,” he cries.
I wrap my hand around his throat, pulling him up so his back is flush with my chest and banding my other arm around him to hold him in place. I tighten my grip, and his moan slips free.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he gasps, running his nails down my forearm. “I’m so close. Please .”
I pull him back a little further, switching to deep long drives inside him. He starts babbling, crying, coming undone.
“I’m going to fill this tight little ass up with so much come it’ll drip out of you for days, toy. Wanna fuck this hole every day, you’re so perfect for me. Because you’re my cumslut. Mine,” I growl.
Leo shouts as he comes and tightens around me. I follow him over the edge, holding him to me as I breathe heavily into his ear.
We stay this way for a while, the sound of the water raining down on us filtering back into my subconscious. I was so wrapped up in him I didn’t even notice it. Leo does that to me. He sucks me in, taking over my thoughts until I can’t see, hear, or think of anything else.
He’s panting, holding onto my arm with a vise grip.
I let go of his throat and pull out of him, spinning him around to inspect his puffy, swollen rim. My cum leaks out of it and the sight of it running down his leg confirms what I’ve known for a while now.
There’s no way I’m ever letting Leo go.
I pick him up so he’s forced to wrap his legs around me on our way out of the shower. He nuzzles his head in the crook of my neck, completely wiped out.
I sit him on the counter, dry both of us off, and then bring him to my bed.
“Guest room,” he yawns when I lay him down. I climb in beside him, throwing my leg over him as he cuddles into me.
Who the fuck even am I? I’m the kind of guy that snuggles in bed naked now… And I don’t even hate it because it’s with my lionheart.
“You belong next to me.” I run my hands through his hair and tilt his head, kissing his lips. “Fucking deal with it.”