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“In my pack. But you can also check the drawer by the bed. If I know Theo, he’s stocked every stateroom on the yacht.”
Sure enough, the nightstand contained a bottle of lube. I grabbed Giulio’s hand and poured some on his fingers. “When was the last time you were tested?”
“Greece. I’m clean.”
I hadn’t been with anyone but Giulio since my last test. “I am, too. But if you still want—”
“I don’t. I want you bare.” His eyes were feverish and wild, like the idea was turning him on. “Come here, caro.”
I eased lower and propped myself on my forearms, sealing my lips to his. We traded kisses, open-mouthed and hot, as his fingers slid along my crease. Then he was pushing against my hole with a fingertip, breaching me.
His finger sank deeper, deeper, stretching me, until he was all the way inside. It was a necessary burn, one that I relished. Il mio bel principe. I would give him anything, let him have any part of me. I was his for the taking.
“More,” I gasped against his mouth.
Another finger. More gentle rocking. My body accommodated him, making room, as my cock weeped against his stomach. “Please,” I begged.
“Get me ready.” He removed his fingers and handed me the lube. “I need to feel you.”
I slicked his shaft. The head of his cock was red and angry, oozing with precum. When I had him ready, I pushed up on my knees and lined us up. A twinge of pressure and then he was inside.
Making me his.
Ah, the heat. Madre di dio, such heat. I could feel him without latex between us, his body overtaking mine.
Giulio cursed, his eyelids shut tight. His chest rose and fell, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. Impatient, he rocked his hips, sending his cock deeper into my ass. I threw my head back, my breath fast and shallow. I was balancing between pleasure and pain, but I knew it would tip over into bliss soon.
“You can take it,” he crooned. “You are being so good for me, no? Giving me your ass whenever I like.”
“Fuck, Giulio.”
“It’s mine, isn’t it? Tell me this ass is mine, caro.”
He pressed up, advancing, and I sank down. I needed him so badly. “It’s yours,” I gasped.
“Look at my needy slut,” he murmured, his hands running up and down my thighs. “Un puttano.”
God, the way he talked in bed. It was absolutely filthy and I loved it. Unable to help myself, I reached for my erection. But Giulio’s hand slapped my fingers away, preventing it.
“That is my dick, not yours,” he said sharply. “When we are fucking, I will touch it, not you.”
I moaned, my body on fire. Everything he was doing and saying, dio santo. He was going to make me come before he was even fully inside me.
“Do you need me to touch you? Do you want me to jerk your cock?”
Leaning back, I put my hands on his knees. My dick was so hard, skin stretched tight. My pulse throbbed along the shaft. “Sì!”
“Beg me, puttano.”
“Ti prego, Giulio. Ti prego.”
He wrapped one hand around my cock at the same time that he drove his hips up, ramming my prostate. It was like an electric shock through my entire system. “Cazzo!” I shouted to the ceiling. I was already so close and we hadn’t even started yet.
Except for his breathing, Giulio didn’t move. “Hold still. I want to stay here for hours and look at you like this. Il più grande assassino, impaled on my cock. How long could you take it, do you think?”
Sweat broke out on my skin. I was trembling, lust clawing in my groin. I needed friction. I needed him to fuck me, to jerk my cock. Something. Anything. “Principe,” I whined.
He growled deep in his throat, a possessive sound that I felt in my balls. “Fuck yourself on my dick,” he ordered, his fingers tightening on my shaft. “No more teasing. I want to shoot inside you.”
