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I finished and stumbled backward, slumping against the island. Tried to catch my breath. Giulio stood and smirked at me. His lips were swollen, his face flushed. But the gleam in his eye was pure victory. “Get on the bed, assassino. I’m going to fuck your mouth again.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Giulio
Light streamed through the windows, teasing me awake. Awareness trickled into my brain. I was in my bed at the farmhouse. A man was with me, his frame nearly pinning me down. Alessio. He was still asleep, the soft, even breaths coasting over the nape of my neck. My cock was hard, my entire body primed for sex.
Considering everything we did yesterday and last night, I was surprised my dick had any energy left.
I hadn’t expected to like being with him so much. But I was insatiable for him. I hadn’t come this hard or this often in years. And I loved making him come, as well. He was a stoic badass until I started ramming his hole. And then he was a needy little slut. Dio, how it turned me on.
“Good. You’re awake.” His lips moved over the nape of my neck, sending waves of heat rippling through me.
“I thought you were asleep.”
“I’ve been up for hours.” His mouth brushed my jaw, behind my ear, soft kisses that made me hyper aware of every inch of my body. “Roll over, principe.”
He shifted to press his lower half against mine, and an erection nudged my ass.
Still, I didn’t turn over. “Does your dick need attention, Alessio?”
He thrust his hips, rocking the heavy length between my cheeks. “Very badly. Turn the fuck over, principe. I want to rub us together until we shoot all over each other.”
Frotting sounded like a good fucking idea. I rolled to face him, and he pressed our cocks together, holding them in one large hand.
I sucked in a breath at the skin-to-skin contact. “Cazzo, that feels amazing.”
We were both leaking, so there was no need for lube. He squeezed tighter and I began rocking, giving us friction. I hooked my leg over Alessio’s hip for leverage and thrust into his tight grip.
“Kiss me,” he whispered and edged closer. “Fuck, I need . . . . Kiss me, principe.”
With a small growl he placed his mouth on mine. His lips were firm but soft. I continued fucking our cocks together and kissing him back, shutting off the rest of my brain. Alessio was rough and eager, exactly what I liked, and the world tunneled to just this room, this bed. Just this man. I let him control the kiss while I worked my hips, and sizzles coasted along my spine. I wouldn’t last much longer.
Soon we were panting, our lips nearly touching as we shared the humid air from our lungs. Grinding and grunting. Straining and gasping. This was nice, but I craved more. I wanted to pin him down and devour him. Wreck him. I wanted every sigh, every shiver. I wanted to own him.
“Are you sore?” I whispered.
“You want to fuck?”
“Yes, very fucking badly.”
He released our erections and rolled onto his back. Then he slid his arms above his head, stretching out and waiting for me like a feast.
I slid over him and began covering his throat in kisses. “I’m going to make it so good for you.” His whiskers were longer today and I loved how they scraped against my lips. “Better than last time.”
He swallowed. “I can’t see how that is possible.”
My cock throbbed, my heartbeat pounding along its length. We hadn’t fucked again since that first time yesterday and I wanted to do this slow. And from the front so I could see his face as I pounded inside him.
I kissed my way down his chest, licking each nipple, before continuing past his stomach. He was panting by the time I settled between his large thighs, his cock straining against his belly. I kept on, pressing my lips to his hip bones and lower.
I nuzzled his balls, then licked with long swipes of my tongue. He moaned and widened his legs to give me more room. I took each one into my mouth and used gentle suction until he was writhing on the bed.
He grabbed his cock and began lightly stroking. I watched his forearm muscles shift with his movements, the long fingers barely dragging along the sensitive underside. Like he couldn’t keep from touching himself, but didn’t want to come too soon.
Then I flicked my tongue over his hole—and Alessio cursed. He tensed but didn’t stop me. So I continued, using my hands to expose him. I licked and increased the pressure. The nerve endings there were incredibly sensitive, and soon he was moaning and clutching the sheets with both hands, his dick leaking on his belly.
“Principe, per favore.” Lust had turned his voice to gravel.
