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“Shit,” he cries. “I’m late. You fucker.” He glares at me and I grin.
“Better get going then,” I say, and slap his ass before he tears out of the bathroom.
Chapter Fourteen
ROME
PRESENT DAY
It’s a week later when I decide to spy on Sebastian’s tutoring session. Fuck this, I want to know who he’s spending all this time with. Okay, all this time might be a bit of an exaggeration. I think it’s twice a week for fifty minutes, but still, it’s time he’s not spending with me, and I don’t even know the person.
I enter the library and scour the first and second floors for him. When I don’t see him, I make my way up to the third floor. I spot him sitting at a table facing away from me. There’s rows and rows of books to the left and giant windows on the right. His tutor sits kitty corner to him, a guy a few inches taller than him, with light brown hair and glasses, giving off the typical nerd vibe. He’s kind of cute, if you go for that sort of thing.
What’s not cute is the way he reaches over and rests his hand on Sebastian’s arm for the third time in the last five minutes. I let it go the first two times and that was pushing it for me. No more.
Mine.
My jaw clenches and I see red. Before I know it, I’m over there pulling Sebastian out of his chair and dragging him down an aisle of books. I shove him up against the shelf and he gasps as a plume of dust flies into the air behind him.
“What the fuck?” he whispers, his eyes wide. “What are you doing? I’m in the middle of?—”
“He fucking touched you,” I snarl, gripping his throat but not hard enough to hurt him. His eyes darken and he licks his lips.
“Yeah, so?”
I tighten my grip on his throat and take a step closer. His gaze darkens further as his chest rises and falls. He’s loving this.
“You’re jealous,” he says.
“Of course I am,” I grit out, shoving him against the stack of books again. “You’re mine, and you know it. What did I say about other people touching what’s mine?”
“What are you gonna do about it?” he says, fucking smirking at me. I growl, then slam my lips to his as my hand slides up his skirt. He gasps again and tries to pull back, but I don’t let him. I pull his tights down around his thighs, then his panties, before I turn him around and slide his plug out, shoving it in my pocket.
“Don’t move,” I snarl.
I unzip my pants, freeing my aching cock, then pull a packet of lube out of my wallet and quickly slick myself up, before lifting his skirt and lining my cock up with his hole. I slip inside with a quiet groan. “Shit,” he gasps.
“I told you, No one. Else. Touches. You.” I enunciate each word as I thrust into him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his cheeks flushed and his hands gripping the shelves in front of him.
“Reminding you who you belong to, little brother. I’m gonna come so hard in you, and you’re gonna have my spunk filling your ass and sliding down those gorgeous thighs so you can remember that I own you.”
He lets out an undignified noise and bites his lip.
I slam into him, and he shakes as he tries not to cry out when my cock pegs his prostate over and over. I clasp my hand over his mouth. There’s something insanely hot about fucking him in public where anyone could catch us, his skirt barely covering our indecency and him trying so desperately to be quiet. “Fuck you feel so good,” I groan softly. “Gonna come so fucking hard in your perfect little ass, little brother. Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.” He lets out a stifled whimper.
“Mmm,” I rumble in his ear. “That’s it. Such a good boy. Taking me like the pretty little slut you are.” I pound into him so hard, books fall from the shelves and onto the floor.
“Did you hear that?” I hear someone say, and my cock jerks in Sebastian’s ass, making him moan. I thrust harder.
“Rome,” he whimpers, softly against my palm.
I grit my teeth as my orgasm crashes into me, and I release spurt after spurt of come into his ass. He shakes as I pull away. I watch as my release slides out of him, making sure there’s enough that it will be a little bit uncomfortable but not so much that there’s nothing left inside him. Then I grab his plug and slip it back inside as he whimpers.
I reach around and feel his cock. It’s hard and angry, begging for release, but I grant him no reprieve. I turn him around and pull his panties and tights back up before lowering his skirt into place. Then I pull him to me and kiss his hair as he pants against me. “Who do you belong to, little brother?”
“You,” he says, breathing heavily and shaking. “Only you.”
