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I reached for the lube and a condom in the nightstand. Quickly, I slicked my fingers and began working one inside his hole. It wasn’t long before I was easing in another. I pumped two fingers and watched him. His eyes were closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The scar on his cheek was a white slash next to the surrounding flushed skin.
“Molto bell’uomo,” I whispered. Very handsome man.
Handsome and hard. Alessio was brutal and cold, ruggedly appealing, sort of like these Scottish islands. There was loneliness there, too. A softness he kept buried. But in moments like these he couldn’t hide it.
Rising on my knees, I tore open the foil packet and rolled the condom on my dick. Then I drizzled lube on my hand and slicked myself up. “Are you ready?”
“Hurry,” he said.
I shoved his knees higher, which tilted his ass enough for me to line up. Then I was pressing in, rubbing and circling, until the crown popped past that tight ring of muscle. He sucked in a breath, but said nothing.
“Va bene?” I asked.
“Please, move.”
A light sheen of sweat broke out on my skin. The grip on my cock was unbelievable. I never wanted to pull out. Slowly, I worked my way inside, giving him time to adjust. I stroked his erection, as well, just to balance any discomfort.
When I was fully seated, I had to stop and take a few calming breaths. Madre di dio, it was too good. Alessio shifted to put his legs on my shoulders. I hissed as my cock slid even deeper. It was like being squeezed to death in the best way possible. I couldn’t take it any longer.
Clasping his knees, I began thrusting. I withdrew until I was just barely inside, then I plunged all the way in. The friction and heat, even through the condom, was unbelievably good. I tried to maintain a regular pace, but soon I was ramming him with wild abandon. Alessio tilted his head back, the tendons in his throat standing out in sharp relief as I pounded his ass.
I loved watching his reactions, trying to gauge what he liked best. When I dragged over his prostate, he gasped. “There, right there.”
I didn’t change a thing. I just kept fucking him in that one spot. He needed to come first. I wanted to watch his face as he fell apart.
I started urging him with my words. “Do you like it? Do you like having my cock in your ass?” He moaned in response, so I kept going. “You are so tight, so hot. You are squeezing the life out of my dick. Feels so fucking good.”
He was panting now, his eyes screwed tight. “Ti prego,” he nearly whimpered.
“That’s it. Beg me. Beg for my cock.” My muscles shook with the effort but I didn’t stop. I hammered his prostate, the bed rocking with each powerful thrust. “Come for me, assassino. Grab your cock and jerk yourself.”
As if he’d been waiting for permission, he instantly fisted himself and started pumping, his hand a blur. His body clamped down on mine, every muscle going rigid, then come shot onto his stomach. The pressure was too much and suddenly I was coming, too. The world disappeared for those few seconds as I filled the condom with jet after jet of warm liquid.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my limbs twitching.
When the world stopped spinning, I carefully pulled out, holding onto the condom. I cleaned up with the tissues I kept at the bedside. Alessio had an arm thrown over his eyes. He didn’t move or speak. We were both sweaty and spent, and his flat belly was covered in come. I liked seeing him like this.
Bending, I used my tongue to swipe up some of his come. “Mmm.” Then I licked more, the taste a mixture of sweat and salt.
His arm fell to the mattress and those gunmetal eyes watched me. “You are beautiful,” he whispered thickly. “Especially when you come.”
A long-dead part of my heart flared to life, like it had been frozen and was now thawing out. I ducked my head, hiding my reaction from him.
Compliments and tender kisses? What were we doing? This was supposed to be four weeks of fucking. Not feelings and sweet-talk.
I shifted until I could stretch out next to him. In a few minutes I would get up and make us a caffè. More than anything, I needed to regain my bearings. To remember who this was and what we were doing here. “Will you give me the name of who hired you to kill me now?” I asked.
“You think I’ll say it just because you fucked a great orgasm out of me? Ma dai, Giulio.”
Turning, I gave him the simple truth. “I will get that name out of you, even if I die trying.”
Then I pushed off the mattress and went to clean up.
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Alessio
The next week was a blur of fucking.
