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“I didn't want to tell you until you'd eaten at least most of your food first. I knew you'd be too upset to eat if I told you when I first got back.”
“You should have done it anyway. Now I won't be able to catch up to him on time.” As he's about to step onto the floor, I lean over the small table, grabbing his left wrist to keep him from going too far. “You'll stay where you are. No need to risk both your lives. We are both safer here than on the road anyway.”
He yanks himself free from my hold, his nose flaring. “What about him being out there? If he—”
I release a long breath, sitting back in my chair. “If anything happens to him, we'll make sure they pay for it.”
“Very slowly,” he says between clenched teeth.
“Si.Despacio.” I pick my food up again and neither of us talk for what feels like forever. Enrico stays where he is, resting his feet on the chair and staring toward the window. His ass wiggles against the table more than once, capturing my attention, and he's wearing a pained expression on his face as he tilts a little on his side.
“What's wrong,pequeño?”
“You didn't bring me my Tylenol,” he snaps.
My hands fall to my sides and I can't believe I forgot the most important thing. I was so distracted by my last encounter with Zacharias I wasn't thinking straight. “I'm sorry. I can go find you some now.”
Sighing softly, he tilts to his other side. “No, I'll be alright.”
“It's not a problem, and you know I don't like seeing you hurting.”
He faces my way, smiling smugly. “You didn't mind last night.”
“That's different. I would have stopped if I didn't think you were enjoying yourself, which you clearly were.” I eye him up and down. “How about you go lie on your side or stomach while I find some painkillers.”
“I can get some later. Really. It's no big deal.” He adjusts himself on the table and moves to his knees. Backing up, he lays flat on his stomach with his ass only inches from my face.
“¿Qué estás haciendo?”
“I'm only doing what you asked,Padrino. Getting off my ass.”
My fists clench at my sides. “I meant on the bed.”
His body moves from side to side, knocking the plate to the floor. “Don't you want to check me again? Make sure I'm still okay down there?”
My throat goes dry the more his cheeks spread apart, making his pink, abused hole more visible. Fuck me.
My fingers land on his ass and I spread him open, pushing my ass a little back in the chair while leaning forward. “Everything appears the same as it did earlier, but if you won't let me get you anything to help with the pain then I'll try soothing you another way.”
His question is cut off by a gasp when I lick at his wrinkled skin. I lap at it with longer strides, keeping my tongue flat, and he tenses.
“What are you doing?” His breaths come out in pants.
“What do you think? People usually eat at tables, don't they? I'm only following the rules, and you did push my food to the floor. So now I think I'll have you for breakfast instead.” His hole squeezes around me as I dart in and out of him. Fuck, he's still so tight and he tastes like heaven. I've rimmed women before and they've never had as much hair as him in this area, and I actually find it so damn sexy. Everything about him is, such as his harder exterior and muscles in areas my past partners were usually soft. I don't need him to be anything other than what he already is—perfect.
Experiencing this together for the first time makes it all the more special, and I feel connected to him in a way I’ve never been with anyone before. My tongue dives deeper before flicking in and out. He shakes and moans, wrapping his fingers around the edge of the table. “Oh fuck. Why does that feel so good though? I think I'm going to need you to do that every damn morning.”
He smells and tastes of fresh soap mixed with me. Though he washed himself while I was getting the food, a little of me stayed behind. Swirling my tongue, I breathe in deeper and bury my face between his cheeks.
“Ohhhh. I think…oh—”
His words are replaced by more loud sounds of pleasure as he thrashes on the table and pushes his ass back to my face. His legs bend inward, and he rocks against me needily, rubbing his cock over the table. He shakes and flexes out his limbs before going limp. I pull away smiling, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Mmm, the best breakfast I've had in a while. Did mypequeñolike that a little too much?”
Without meaning to, I called him mine, and before I can take back the words, it's already too late. He no longer feels like anything else to me. As much as I want him to be happy, I can't allow it to be with another man. If this is the last time I can touch him this way, then he will go the remainder of his life without ever having it again. Nothing will stop me from putting a bullet in the next guy's head who dares to enjoy what I can’t.
It's not fair of me. It's selfish and unreasonable. I'll be suffering right beside him. Every time we are in the same room and can't touch, it'll break me more than it did before. Whenever I can't end a goodbye with a kiss, my heart will shatter. I hate it. But sadly, I can't change our reality. I have a role to fill and how can I do my job well if the man lying before me takes priority over everything else?
“I-I can't believe I came from that. I made a big mess on the table,” he says, sounding exasperated.
