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But then I feel other eyes on me, and I look around. Sandro, watching me like a hawk, and I can’t read the expression on his face. I clear my throat and shift away a little from Julian’s hand. “So,” I say, casting around for a topic of conversation that isn’t charged. “Anyone catch the game? I missed it on account of all the concussion.”
Jacopo’s more of a sports man than Sandro, and he jumps at the chance to talk about it. After that, the conversation moves on to other things, and even Miller chimes in. I lean back in my chair and let the talk wash over me, occasionally giving a neutral comment or observation. Julian keeps his hand on my thigh the entire time, and while I’m very fucking aware of it, I try to act like it’s not happening.
But as we move onto the main course, I feel his fingers curl around the inside of my thigh, inching closer to my cock. My breath catches in my throat and I drop my fork at one particularly meaningful squeeze.
“Do you not like it, Leo?” Teddy asks, looking concerned.
“It’s great,” I say quickly. “Really, uh, delicious.”
“This was the first meal I had with Sandro alone,” Teddy says. “It’s my favorite.”
“Good pick,” I say desperately, as Julian’s fingers wriggle over me. “It’s great.”
I can’t eat another bite. I’m so hard that it feels like I’m going to explode, and this is not the time to give Julian Castellani the satisfaction of making me come in my pants.
I push back from the table and stand up, trying to keep my napkin strategically placed while I make my apologies. “I, uh...need the bathroom,” I say. A few minutes alone will let me cool off.
But it was a tactical error. “I’ll show you where it is,” Julian says at once. “Come on, Leo. It’s right down here.”
I know exactly what that look in his eye means, but what else can I do but let him pull me along by the hand?
CHAPTER41
JULIAN
I showLeo to the nearby bathroom, and then I follow him in and shut the door, locking it behind us. This half-bathroom has only a toilet and a sink, no tub or shower, but it’s private and for this moment, it’s all we need.
“What the fuck?” Leo whispers, but he doesn’t stop me as I tug open his pants.
“I want your dick in my mouth,” I whisper back. “Without Sandro staring at us while we do it.”
He winces. “That’s not a sexy thought.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, sinking to my knees and looking up at him. “You’ll forget all about him in a second.”
I stroke him back to full hardness in a few seconds, watching his face while I do, and then slowly take him into my mouth. He lets out a sharp, involuntary groan and his fingers fall on my hair, petting me. He stares down at me with a look so intense that I almost lose concentration. His eyes are wide and dark, his lips parted and wet as his tongue flicks over them. He looks helpless and desperate and hungry, and when I suck back up and off his shaft, his eyelashes quiver. I take him deep again, until my nose is buried in his dark, curly hair, and my eyes water.
He murmurs to me, encouraging me, “Oh, fuck, Julian, I love that mouth of yours, you’re so fucking good at this,” and his hands stroke and pet at my hair. “You love it, don’t you? You love sucking my cock.”
I hum agreement around his flesh, which only gets harder, filling up my throat as I take him deeper, tasting the salt of his skin and the bittersweet pre-cum, proof of his desire for me. I pull up again, swirling my tongue over the head of his dick, teasing him. “You’re already fit to burst,” I say, pressing his cockhead against my lips as I speak. “I won’t even have to work to get you off.”
“That’s right,” he murmurs, his voice rough. “I’m easy for you, Castellani. I’m easy for you and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”
I smile, and then I run my tongue down his length. “Do you think about this, Leo? When you’re alone in your bed at night, stroking yourself—is it my face you imagine when you come?”
Leo groans and heaves his hips closer to me. “You got no idea. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first time you showed up at The Cellar. And maybe…maybe before…”
My lips stretch obscenely around his thick cock, and I bob up and down on him, sucking hard. I want to be full of him, I want to feel him throbbing against my tongue as he spills, hot and creamy. I stroke his heavy, furred balls, which are drawn up tight, and Leo’s hands tighten in my hair. “Fuck, yeah, just like that, just like that...”
His eyes darken with lust as he looks down at me, and something else, something that makes my heart beat a little faster, and when he fists his hand in my hair and arches up into my mouth, I know he’s close. I take him as deep as I can, my lips stretched around the base of his cock, and I stroke my hands up his fuzzy, muscled thighs. His shaft thickens impossibly, stretching me to my limits, and then pulses in release as he comes with a deep sigh.
I pull off of him at last and lick at his slit, savoring every last drop, until Leo is completely sated, gasping and moaning and twitching, and I feel...
Satisfied.
A deep, primal satisfaction as good as any orgasm of my own.
I look up at him, licking the last of him from my lips, his cock still twitching as I finally let it drop. His eyes are half-lidded and dazed as he stares back at me, and before he can say anything, I smile.
