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He slapped my ass, then turned off the water. “Go get on the bed. I feel like blowing you.”
That was something I was dying to see.
I opened the curtain and stepped out, grabbing a towel to quickly dry off. Giulio watched, his gaze burning my skin, as he waited.
The air was cool on my damp flesh as I settled on the bed. I was half-hard, so I stroked myself while I waited for him. Was he really going to let me fuck his mouth? I’d imagined it so often that I could scarcely believe it might actually happen.
He strode into the bedroom, his muscles shifting under all that inked olive skin. His eyes dragged over my limbs and settled on where I was jacking my cock. “Stop,” he ordered.
Biting my lip, I obeyed. I didn’t know why, but his dominance and aggression turned me on. Maybe I was a closeted submissive? Or maybe it was just this man?
Giulio settled between my legs and I clenched my muscles, struggling for calm. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to miss a minute of what was about to happen.
He nuzzled my shaft, inhaling me, then he flicked his tongue over my crown. I hissed. I was already impatient. I didn’t want to be teased. I needed to get inside his mouth and feel those perfect lips wrapped around me.
“Suck, principe,” I ordered, taking his hair in my fist. “Take me deep and make me come.”
The head of my cock disappeared inside his mouth—and I lost my train of thought. Wet heat surrounded me, his jaw stretching to accommodate the width. Oh, fuck. I hadn’t expected it to feel this good. Or to enjoy the sight this much. This was no gentle wave of pleasure; it was a storm of sensation, all focused in my groin.
He moaned and the vibration sank into my shaft. I thrust up, unable to help myself. “Feels amazing,” I gasped. “Keep going.”
He began sucking in earnest, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. His mouth, madre di dio. The suction was perfect as he worked the base of my cock with his hand. He didn’t try to take me deep, but I didn’t need it. Not with whatever he was doing with his lips and tongue. And watching him made it even better. I wanted this to last for days. Weeks.
“Fuck, you are good at that,” I whispered.
He began working my balls, rolling them in his fingers. But he wasn’t gentle, like he was afraid of hurting me. Instead, he squeezed them, pulled on my sac. I was balancing on the edge of pleasure and pain, and soon my legs were clenching, my body on fire.
When he sped up, I knew my orgasm wasn’t far off. My skin felt too tight, like I might explode at any moment. Then he scraped the sensitive underside with his teeth and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Ropes of come shot out from my cock and into his mouth as my body trembled uncontrollably. My vision blurred, and I shouted to the ceiling.
The room finally stopped spinning and I tried to catch my breath. Quickly, Giulio pushed up to his knees and I saw that he was already jerking himself off. Had blowing me turned him on?
Three more tugs and he clutched my thigh, his eyelids slamming closed. “Alessio, fuck!” Thick spurts began coating my stomach. I watched, transfixed, as his mouth slackened, bliss etched in every one of his features. Absolutely nothing could’ve dragged my attention away from him as he came.
Bellissimo.
With one final tug he released his cock and flopped onto the bed next to me. I stared at the ceiling, thinking. No question it was the best blow job of my life. Not necessarily because of the technique, but because of the man giving it to me. I’d watched him for so long and wondered what it would be like. Now I knew.
And I would risk almost anything for him to do it again.
“I think you broke my jaw, assassino.”
Shifting, I regarded him as he rubbed the lower half of his face. “Such a baby.”
“Your dick is massive.”
“You’ll live, principe.”
“Stronzo.” Reaching, he dragged a fingertip through his come on my stomach. Then he brought his hand to my mouth. I opened my lips and licked the digit clean. Giulio’s nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply. “I like the way you look, drenched in my come.”
Grabbing the back of his head, I jerked him forward for a deep kiss with plenty of tongue. He kissed me back, his fingers threading into my hair. When we broke apart, I asked, “How does it taste, the two of us together?”
His lips twisted into a devious smile. “Like bad ideas and imminent danger all rolled into one.”
I laughed. “Good. Because we are going to do it again as soon as we both recover.”
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Giulio
