Page 52 of The Contract

He smiles a little. It’s hesitant. He never quite knows what to do when I tell him he’s beautiful.

I pull my jacket back on, covering the blood. I send Kenzie a text.

As we leave the bathroom, I see why no one has knocked on the door despite how long we were in there, despite the noise we must have made. Dominic Capelli is standing outside.

Lorenzo’s only son is around my age. He’s at least my size, handsome as shit, and an absolute prick.

“Have a nice fuck, faggots?”

A knife flashes in Tristan’s hand. I catch his wrist, twisting him around and taking the steak knife from him.

It’s not that Dominic doesn’t deserve it, but I don’t want Tristan involved in my shit with the Capellis. I slip the knife up my sleeve and tuck Tristan into my side.

I head down the hallway, calling back, “Don’t slip on the cum while you enjoy your hand, Dominic.”

“Fuckin’ fag.”

Tristan tries to pull away from me, so I let Dominic stew instead of punishing his filthy mouth. I’ll deal with him later.

But it’s more than that, I realize as I take Tristan through the grand, sprawling lobby. I don’t really care about Dominic right now. I don’t even care that I didn’t finish working on the real estate developer.

All I want is to get Tristan home.

SEVENTEEN

Tristan

I moan as Dante twists the vibrating plug in my ass. I’m naked in his bed, my hands fisting the sheets. My cock is trapped under me, leaking.

I don’t know if I’m still angry with him. The things he does are so wrong. At least by any normal standard. But he’s making me question normal standards. Because as much as I hated what he did, I loved it too. He lets me feel both at once. He forces me to be honest about what I feel, but he doesn’t try to change it. It’s a strange kind of freedom, letting myself feel the full range of my emotions.

It’s an even stranger freedom to experience my body like this. Not just my body. My life. Like I can do whatever I want.

The plug is still vibrating as he starts to pull it out. He holds it there, the fattest part of it opening me wide, vibrating against my stretched hole. I start biting the back of my own wrist. I’m making animalist sounds of pleasure and need.

The plug slides free. My ass is in the air, chasing it. My gaping hole flutters, and I groan in frustration at the emptiness.

When my hips start to go down because I want to grind my cock, Dante catches them. “Don’t spill,” he says in a rough, sexy voice.

My ass is still full of his cum. His fingers dip into it. I make a needful little sound.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I wish you could see how you look right now.”

I probably look like an animal in heat, but I don’t care. I want him. I need him.

“Fuck me,” I whine. “Please, Dante, I need—”

“I know,” he says and slides his cock into me. I groan as his cock fills and stretches me. His arms slide under me. One wraps around my hips. The other reaches up to grip my shoulder. He holds me, pins me, and starts to fuck me.

We make the sloppiest, filthiest sounds as his cock plunges in my cum-filled ass. I feel no embarrassment. I love the sound. I love how it punctuates every thrust of his cock, every rake of his flared tip along my slick inner walls. I love the burst of pleasure every time he glides over my prostate.

I give myself to it entirely. I don’t want to come because I don’t want it to end, but his thumb extends from where he’s gripping my shoulder. It presses into my throat. Two more thrusts and I’m thrashing, screaming, ejaculating into the sheets.

Dante fucks me through it, coming inside me again, filling me so full that cum spills hotly along my taint as he pumps inside me, drawing out my orgasm with his own.

I let myself feel everything. Really, though, I have no choice. He’s stripped me bare, robbed me of every defense, of every pretense. I’m just me, convulsing in pleasure as his cock kicks against my prostate, as his cum spills all over me, as his teeth rake the back of my neck and his thumb digs into my throat in total possession of my body.

I must pass out because the next thing I register is a warm, wet cloth cleaning my inner thighs. I grumble softly in protest when Dante pulls me up. He gets me settled on his lap, front to front, straddling him in a kneeling position. The position opens me, and I instinctively clench so I don’t spill cum.

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