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He nods, sucking on his lower lip.
“If you try to run from me again or even move your hands from that wall, the time will start all over, you hear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You're doing so wonderful. Keep it up and we'll be back upstairs in no time. I'll buy you your favorite drink too, with all the cherries you can handle. You want that,pequeño?”
“Si.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir.” His body curves as I slide my finger deeper.
Those two words are like the sweet chirps of a bird in springtime and the soft whispers of a cool breeze on a hot day. They are promises of more wonderful things to come. I could stop this now and walk away. Leaving him here half naked and vulnerable and alone would make him mad enough to ignore me again. It could work in both our favors, giving us the distance we need in order to stop us from going so far we are beyond return.
If he hates me, then I won’t need to fight hard to resist him anymore and he'll do everything in his power to stay away all on his own. Entertaining the idea leaves an ill feeling inside me. It's gut wrenching and holding it in my head too long grows too painful so I toss it away, along with my sanity.
I keep my feet cemented to the ground as I pull my finger out only to slam back in harder. I twist and turn inside his tight, welcoming body. His thighs quiver and he bites back a moan. The light above us casts a golden hue on his back and his flushed, glistening skin is hard to turn away from. The heat radiating off him wraps around me like a comforting embrace, and I'm strangled in his bright light.
I'm too far into the sun to find my way back to the dark place I usually stay in order to prevent myself from connecting too much to this world. Not having anything to die for has kept me alive longer but being surrounded by Enrico makes me feel like I’m living for the first time. One is more satisfying than the other but there's a reason your emotions have to come last when you have a job like mine. You no longer think with a clear head once they take over. Someone could come for us right now and I'd be too lost in passion to hear them.
I pull out of him and he whimpers as he pushes his ass back, searching for me.
“Hold on, pequeño. I don't want to hurt you. Before I continue and stretch you wider, I need lube. Did you bring any with you?”
“In my back pocket.” A few strands of his inky black hair fall into his face, curling above his eyes. Half lidded, he glances back at me with a twisted expression.
Grabbing the lube, I tear open the package and smear it on my fingers, as well as over his pink hole. He's already wet and swollen down there. The wrinkled skin glistens and he pushes back every time I touch him. I never thought I'd use the word beautiful when referring to a man but there's no other way to describe him in this moment. He's handing himself to me so easily. Many people would love to have a man with his power in this position right now.
“You ready for me to continue?”
“Si. I'm thirsty and ready for my drink.”
I laugh and the sly smirk on his face disappears when I stuff two fingers inside him at once. I hold them in place for a few seconds before scissoring them apart. His sounds grow more desperate and sweat covers the back of his neck. “Ohh. Please.”
“Please what?” I ask, slowly fucking in and out of him.
“Take off the bracelet.” He releases an exasperated breath. “I'm so close.”
Rotating my fingers, I press my lips to his ear. “Not until your time’s up. You have ten minutes and the rules are the same as last time. You can't come.”
“I won't make it. It–it hurts,” he cries out, rolling his hips. His cock is red and angry, the veins bulging.
“If it's too painful, you know what to do.” I press my nose into his hair, breathing in his sweat and desperation.
“Not that— Oh fuck.” He pants and his walls tighten around my plunging fingers. His head falls back and his tip leaks a little.
“I think I found someone's sweet spot. How about I hit it again?” I grin and have to resist the urge to swipe my tongue along the sweat beading down his long, slender neck. Almost every part of his body has a mark, whether it be a tattoo, freckle, or scar. Not here. I bury my nose between his hairline and the top of his back.
The skin is so clean and smooth. It's hard not to want to mark and claim it for myself.
I can't.
“No.” His voice trembles. “I can't handle it. It's too much.”
Putting distance between my lips and his skin, I reopen the wound he recently gave me from the jab of his elbow. I need to remind myself of what death tastes like before I end up six feet under this very building.
“Shh. Only a little longer,pequeño. You're so strong and I love seeing you fight. Show me.”
