NINE

ALESSANDRO

My eyes were trained on Matteo who was standing at the centre of the bedroom.

He looked quite small just standing there against the backdrop of the massive bed behind him where the smooth dark sheets readily waited.

"Didn't you hear me?" I asked, brows lifting.

He swallowed.

"If I repeat myself pretty boy, there would be consequences for that," I educated him as my hands slid into both of my pants pockets.

"Gimme a moment," he finally spoke, his trembling fingers reaching for his tie.

He started to loosen it.

I watched the material slip from his fingers, eluding him exactly two more times before he was finally able to get a better grip on it.

My lips curved in amusement.

Was he that nervous?

So nervous his hands were shaking terribly?

Frustration painted his facial features as he tugged at the fabric until he had managed to pull it entirely free from his neck with a pained hiss.

The tie dropped to the carpet without a single sound as his hands.

“Keep your eyes on me while you unbutton that shirt," I demanded as he began to reach for his shirt buttons.

He halted for a moment then continued.

"I want to watch every inch of skin I’ve been starving for come into view,” I added as he was undoing each of them soundlessly.

He undid each one slowly as if he hoped that time would somehow come to a stop.

For a moment, I couldn't believe that he was there, right there, completely mine because I had pictured this moment for several weeks.

Ever since I had seen his face in that bar.

Sometimes I would close my eyes and envision him.

My head replayed every second of our encounter too many times.

Until the memory was stuck in my head.

Like an old cassette.

I couldn't forget, No.

Not the hunger in his eyes.

Or the desire on his face.

Neither the soft sultry sounds he made when my hands had been exploring him.

At first I told myself it was only lust.

Strong lust.

But that feeling grew and swiftly turned into something heavy, one that kept me awake and restless in the dead of the night.

And I had desperately searched for him after then because I woke up each morning with my dick hard and angry because he wasn’t there.

But tonight, the wait was over.

He was now standing here, in my house, in my room—no more running.

The moment his shirt was opened, I could see his chest as it clearly rose and fell.

My mouth watered at the sight.

He spared a glance at me and quickly looked away with his ears turning red.

The pale skin of his neck carried the evidence of what had transpired in the car.

Faint marks I clearly remember putting there, wanting to add more even now.

I could clearly see the rapid flutter which was at the base of his throat while the pulse in his neck was jumping erratically.

He came to a stop halfway with his shirt hanging open over his taunt shoulders.

His gaze lingered on my face.

"Why?"

His voice broke a little.

"Why did you do this? Why marriage? You could have just found me and—"

I was on my feet in an instant, crossing the room and closing the distance between us in three long strides.

My hands found his face, cupping it gently as he drew in a sharp breath.

His mouth parted before my head dipped and our lips finally met in silence.

The gesture swallowed the rest of his words which were muffled against my lips.

A small, startled sound escaped his mouth just before his body relaxed in mine.

Just a fraction.

But it was enough for me.

My fingers slid into his hair and wrapped around several strands in a tight grip.

He was held exactly where I wanted, kissing him hard enough to make him see stars.

His body leaned forward even though his hands stayed at his sides for a moment.

Heat bathed me at the familiar feel of his soft lips, moving against mine.

I pull back just enough to speak.

"Your questions can come later," I started to say as he stared up at me.

My mouth brushed against his when I spoke.

His eyes searched mine.

They were wide and uncertain.

Certainly hungry.

I could see the fight inside them.

The want.

The fear.

I held his gaze, unable to look away.

"Right now I am burning for you."

His breath hitched.

The small sound was enough to send blood rushing down into my already hard dick.

I took a step back.

"Take everything off."

He obeyed, his hands moving again and sliding the shirt down his arms.

The material hit the floor just as his belt softly opened with a click sound.

He pulled the zipper of his fly down and slowly pushed them down—both pants and underwear following in one motion.

His hard dick instantly sprang free, proudly soaring in his intoxicating nakedness.

He stepped out of them, keeping his arms at his sides with his head held high.

He did not try to cover himself.

That pleased me.

Though he tried to look steady even when I could clearly see his hands were trembling.

I drank him in.

Every inch of him.

The line of his throat.

The flat plane of his stomach.

The sweet outline of his body.

The dark trail of hair below his navel.

His half-hard cock standing tall, beckoning onto me like a siren in the water.

I didn't miss the way his cock started to thicken more underneath my gaze.

He was beautiful.

Months of wanting him like this—right here, totally bare, unable to run—crashed over me so hard that my chest began to ache.

“Look how hard you are already," I began to say, "and I have barely even touched you."

He swallowed.

“This body has been away from me for too long," I said with a horse voice.

His eyes burned with desire.

"Tonight I am going to map every sensitive spot until you can’t even remember what it feels like to go untouched by me.”

His legs began to shake.

I reached for my suit jacket without a word and started to pull it off my body.

It joined its cohorts on the floor.

My tie came next, followed by the buttons of my shirt, and then the shirt itself.

He gulped hard the exact moment my tattooed chest was totally visible to him.

I kicked off my shoes.

My fly went undone and down went my pants, before my underwear.

That came last.

And I went slowly because I wanted him to see exactly what he was doing to me

How hard my dick was for him.

Throbbing.

Now our bodies matched.

Nude.

Skin for skin.

I walked to him, close enough that our bodies almost touched.

My fingers grazed his cheek, then to his neck before going over his clavicle.

His breathing quickened.

"Alessandro," he murmured my name softly as they travelled over his shoulder and along his arms in a rather teasing caress.

He shivered under my palm.

I looked up at him, retracting my fingers.

“You’re shaking? Good."

I could feel the warmth of his skin as I used one of my index fingers to gently trace his abs, down the center of his chest.

A moan left his lips.

His muscles tensed under my touch.

I kept going lower and lower until my palm was flattened over his washboard belly.

"I have waited so long in order to feel you tremble under my fingers again."

My sharp gaze met his.

“I am going to fuck you until your legs give out and then fuck you again while you’re still shaking, recovering from your climax."

My fingers moved to his jaw, tilting them up so he could look directly into my eyes

"You don’t get to have any rest until I am done ruining you for anyone else.”

Then, I leaned down and kissed him.