TEN

ALESSANDRO

Matteo tilted his head back with a soft moan to give me more room when I pressed the slow open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck.

I sucked lightly, then harder, marking the soft tangy skin beneath my lips.

His breath hitched.

“This body has been running from me too long," I murmured against his skin.

"But tonight I am going to map every single spot until you can’t remember what it feels like to be untouched by me.”

His eyes grew wide.

My hands slid to his hips as I pulled his trembling body flush against me.

He gasped.

"It's time to play," I said with a grin as my hand curled around his prick.

His eyes widened.

My hands rubbed the head and slid down the length to touch his balls.

"Fuckkk..." He moaned.

I leaned in and whispered.

"You like that? You like it when I touch you like that pretty boy?"

He nodded.

"Words boy, words," I scolded him. "I didn't acquire a dumb husband for my pleasure."

He swallowed softly.

"Yes."

My brows rose in amusement.

"Yes? Yes what?" I urged him as my hands continued to stroke his cock.

The veins on his neck pulsed faintly.

"Yes," he said breathlessly. "Yes I like it when you touch my dick like that."

A smirk curved my lips.

"Good boy," I murmured, my lips resting squarely against his pinna. "And good boys always deserve a good reward."

Our hard cocks met courtesy of my guidance the moment I stepped back.

Sensations ran up the length of my own spine at the pleasurable friction.

"Alessandro," Mattie murmured as his head fell back, eyes closed in delight.

My body rocked forward.l as I stroked both our dicks together expertly.

He gasped and grabbed my shoulders.

The rhythm I maintained was slow and deliberate to keep our cock sliding against each other in a maddening fashion.

"Arghh," he moaned.

Every drag of skin against skin elicited a low hoarse sound from his throat.

I watched his face the whole time—eyes half-closed, lips parted and cheeks flushed dark from the pleasure.

Several days of imagining this exact moment between us in reality was over.

It was real this time.

His cock warm in my hand as I lazily dropped to my knees.

I needed to taste him.

His eyes widened.

“Alessandro—”

“Shhh,” I whispered before I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick.

He was thick and heavy.

“I want to taste every shudder, every gasp, every drop of pre-cum before I decide how deep I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

He swallowed.

My eyes returned to his prick.

The tip of his bulbous head was already leaking frivolously with pre cum.

My mouth watered.

I looked up at him while I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.

"Fawwwwk," he groaned as I took his length down my tight salivating throat.

His fingers instantly tangled in my hair.

"Alesssss—" he drawled.

His fingers tightened around my strands, not pulling, just holding on.

I worked with him slowly at first.

My throat took him in and let him out over and over again as he groaned.

Then I laid my tongue flat along his length with my lips pursed tightly.

I bopped his cock, my head moving up and down as I took him deeper still.

Until my nose was brushing against the hard plain of his stomach.

He shuddered.

"Oh fuck... Please."

His voice cracked.

I pulled my mouth off his thick cock with a wet popping sound.

“You taste the same pretty boy,” I said, blowing a warm breeze softly over his shiny wet cap. “I have dreamed about this.”

He made a broken noise when I sucked him back into my mouth, faster now.

One of my hands began to stroke the rest that my mouth couldn’t reach.

His hips jerked.

“I’m—close—”

The other hand shot out to grip his thigh and hold him steady in place.

"Alessandro, stop. I'll... Cum... In... your... mouth," he stammered breathlessly.

I didn’t stop.

I wanted him to fall apart first.

I wanted to taste his cum.

My movements quickened.

"Alessandro," he grunted.

And soon he was coming with a choked cry, body shaking like a leaf in autumn.

"Fucckkkkk," he sang as he clung to me.

Hot cum spurted down my throat, filling my mouth and even spilling over my tongue.

Eagerly, I swallowed every single drop.

Then I kept sucking him off gently until his body finally grew steady.

He whimpered and tried to pull away when the high was over for him.

But I rose and drew him to me.

My lips claimed his in a kiss so deep I was sure he could taste himself on my tongue.

He moaned into my mouth.

My hand splayed over his ass, grabbing and holding on in anticipation.

I stepped back from the kiss when we were both so breathless to stare at him.

He looked so needy.

Like a hungry puppy.

“I could feel your pulse racing under my tongue. Tell me—did it race like this when you tried to forget me?” I murmured.

His breath hitched.

"Words boy," I added.

He drew in a breath before he spoke.

"Yes."

A smile slowly curved my lips.

I stretched my hand to him.

He readily took it.

"Come."

He followed as I led him to the bed.

My hands began to guide him backwards until his legs hit the end of the bed.

"Sit down."

He obeyed, looking up at me with eyes that were coated with lust and desire.

“Lean back on the bed and let me look at you—really look," I groaned.

He did as I asked.

My cock twitched visibly.

Matteo licked his lips, staring at my cock like it was a prize to be won in a race.

Salivating.

I reached down and my hands covered my hard prick, holding it steady.

His eyes followed the movements of my hand as I shook it slowly for him.

He bit his lower lip in anticipation.

An amused scoff left my lips.

"I have pictured you sitting here naked, spread out just like this on my bed every single night since you had disappeared.”

He looked up at me.

I knelt down before him and kissed his mouth again, slower this time.

My tongue slipped into his wet speech orifice and gently tangled with his.

He responded to the kiss with the same passion and intensity I gave.

His hands slowly snaked across my neck and down to touch my back where his finger nails pressed into my skin.

He moaned into the kiss.

My mouth left his lips and moved lower to kiss along his jawline, down the side of his neck, heading to that spot under his ear.

He let out a small gasp.

"Ohhhh," he moaned as my lips moved across his clavicle to his chest.

I took one of his erect nipples between my lips and sucked softly at first.

His body arched back, towards the bed when I sucked harder on the tip.

A quiet moan slipped out of his mouth as my hand slid down his side.

"Alessandro," he whispered my name as my hands gently moved over his hip to finally settle between his open legs.

His dick is hard again.

I cupped his hardness in my palm and stroked slowly—up and down.

His hips jerked towards.

"You're hard again," I murmured against his skin. "Beautiful. So beautiful. "

He turned his face to the side as his body pushed up into my touch.

My hands caressed his cock as I kissed my way down his body again—from chest, to his stomach and his shaking thighs.

"Please," he implored.

I stopped and looked up at him.

His eyes held mine.

"Please, touch me."

My stomach tightened.

"Where, Matteo? Show me?" I demanded.

He swallowed gently before his hands travelled over his stomach, under his heavy cock and stopped at somewhere hidden.

"I see," I said with a mischievous grin. "You like to be touched over there."

He nodded lightly.

Then, I stood to my full height.

"Bend over," I ordered him.

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly.

“Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”