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“Shhh. I got you now. You did so good, baby. Just like I knew you would.” Opening the desk drawer, I grab a bottle of lotion and quickly pour some into my hand before rubbing it into his skin, softly massaging the fleshy globes of his ass. He mewls and his sounds are music to my ears. I can't wait until he's sitting on my cock and singing the most beautiful harmony. Too bad we can't be as loud as we want. The club music will drown out most of the noise but the closer someone is to the door, the less it'll cover our sounds.
“How are you doing,pequeño?”
“Vedre.”
“That's good, baby,pero,tell me how you feel?”
“Wonderful. Like I'm coming down from the clouds.” He glances back at me with a sleepy smile.
My fingers slide between his cheeks and press to his entrance. “Ready to come back up with me?”
“Si,” he says too quickly, clenching his cheeks.
Sitting back in my chair, I undo my pants and pull out my cock. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my second desk drawer, I lather myself and give my hard length a few strokes while his heated gaze stays on me.
“You keep lube in your desk?”
Smiling wider, I continue to rub my hand between my legs, enjoying the way he takes me in. “Don't worry,pequeño. It's for you only.”
He moves into a seated position, groaning in discomfort before shifting more onto his left side. “How, when this is the first time I've been here?”
“You've had me coming to work very sexually frustrated the last few days.” I spread my thighs apart and scoot closer to the edge of the seat.
Smirking, he sets his feet on the ground in front of me and crawls into my lap, causing my heart to leap in my chest. If only I could have him this close to me all the time, holding and touching him without a care in the world. His body pressing to mine is the equivalent to linking the missing piece that completes a puzzle.
“So you're saying you jerk off during work hours while thinking of me?”
In this chair, in my shower, and in my bed. “Si, but more like during my lunch break.” My hands rest on his hips and our noses rub together. “Having you here in person is so much better than anything I can think of in my head.”
“I'll have to stop by more often then.” His lips press to mine, his tongue licking the roof of my mouth. I release a stuttered breath as I latch on to him in desperation. Mouths hot and quick moving, our kisses intensify as I wrap my fingers around his slender neck. He straddles my lap, rubbing our erections together, and he smears his precum in with mine with the pad of his thumb.
“Fuck, I need you inside me,Padrino,” he breathes against my lips, and arousal curls in my lower stomach.
“I need you too, baby. So much.” I trail my lips under his chin and down his neck. “Work yourself open for me.”
Reaching for the lube behind him, he holds the bottom of the bottle between his teeth and covers his fingers with the sticky substance. Spitting the bottle to the ground, not caring what mess it causes, he lifts his hips before shoving one digit inside him. He rocks against his hand before lifting up to shove himself down, eyes wild with lust and passion. His neck stretches out as he tilts his head back and beads of sweat glisten on his skin, calling to my lips to taste them.
My tongue laps at each bulging muscle as he replaces his fingers with my cock, slowly swallowing each inch of me down with his eager hole. “Ferny.”
“What is it, my sweetheart?” I nibble at the skin behind his ear, stroking over the barbell in his nipple with my fingers.
“Make me bleed while inside of me,” he rasps, rolling his hips as he takes me deeper.
Shaking my head, I bury my nose in the alcove of his neck. “We shouldn't. You were recently hurt.”
“I meant what I said about wanting you to cut me where they did. Reopen my wounds and make them yours.”
“Peq—”
“Please.” His voice comes out shaky and desperate as he rubs his face into my hair. “I want to only think of you when I see my scars in the mirror. Of us.”
Swallowing hard, I trail my fingers over his healing wounds and I reach into the pocket of my jacket hanging off the desk to retrieve my knife. The desk drawer creaks open and he sits still in my lap while I use some alcohol wipes from the first aid kit to wipe the blade clean. Setting the sheath on the desk behind him, I bring the knife to his chest, sliding the flat surface over his dark skin. He shudders, rocking his hips again, while soft moans spill from his lips. “Don't stop.”
“I won't until you ask me to.” I press my lips to his shoulder blade and I turn the knife on its side, circling each cut recently made on his skin. Only the ones they created need to be reopened. From here on, every new mark on his body should only be done by me. No one else will dare touch him without suffering a deep pain that will have them wishing they were dead. If I could rip the hearts from his attackers’ chests I would, and soon I'll find Dr. Peterson and remove every organ from his body before sending them to the men he chose to work for behind our backs.
Fuck him for trying to take the most important thing in my life away from me. Without Enrico, I'd have no more sun or stars in my sky. Only darkness. The world around me would be dull and colorless again. I'd go back to being nothing more than the shell of a man I was before I discovered a better reason to wake up every morning. Hunting down and killing men is no longer the only thing I am good at. Loving him gives me a purpose to be proud of.
I’ve grown tired of viewing the monster I've become in the mirror every morning. When I look in Enrico's eyes I see a version of myself I used to be before being held hostage by grief and anger. None of it exists anymore whenever he's around, and the heavy weight being lifted off my shoulders has me wanting to cling to him more.
