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He hummed in agreement, keeping his mouth open.

I rubbed against his tongue, leaving a thread of precum from his tongue to my tip. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

And then I couldn’t drag it out anymore. Didn’t want to. I stopped thinking and let my body take over. It knew exactly what it wanted. I sank into Ennio’s mouth, and he closed his lips around me, sucking his cheeks hollow. Mmm, so wet and slick.

“Can you take more?”

He nodded carefully, and I pushed in a little deeper. He put his hand on my thigh, and I understood. If he needed me to stop, he’d tap out. I did some shallow thrusts, then worked myself in deeper until he gagged. I stopped, but even though his eyes watered, he didn’t tap out. He used his tongue to lick around my cock and sucked harder. Okay, so he could take even more.

I pushed in farther but hit resistance. He changed the angle of his head and squeezed me to say I should try again, so I did. With a little force, I slipped past it and was now fully buried in his throat. Oh Jesus, the kid could deep-throat like a pro, and I was so down with that.

We set a rhythm with me fucking his throat, then sinking as deep inside him as I could and holding there for a few seconds. Then I pulled out again, and Ennio sucked in raspy breaths until he was recovered enough for the next round.

Over the years, I’d learned to control myself. If I didn’t want to come, I could edge myself for hours. My orgasm was a hundred times more satisfying when I did. But I didn’t want to. It would become too much for Ennio—kneeling on the tile floor was far from pleasant—but also, I didn’t need to. Sharing this with him, having him do this for me, was special in itself. Thephysical pleasure would be nice, but it was the other connection with him that made this one memorable.

And so I let myself go, not taking my eyes off him as I fucked his mouth, quickly bringing myself to the point of no return. “Close,” I groaned. “Very close.”

He didn’t pull back, so I sank inside him again and stayed there. Pleasure rippled down my spine, then exploded in my balls and radiated outward again as I spurted my load down his throat. He swallowed twice, but some of it still trickled down his chin. I shuddered as the last pulse hit, then pulled back and let my cock slip from his mouth.

He looked thoroughly used. Red-rimmed eyes, swollen lips, and a chin covered with spit and cum, and his cheeks all pretty and red. I hauled him to his feet, then kissed him, licking off the remnants of my own release until he was all clean. “Thank you.”

He beamed. “Anytime.”

Jesus, I wanted him again already.

14

ENNIO

Istretched out, my limbs and my ass tingling with a mix of soreness and satisfaction, a testament to the spectacular sex with Marnin. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I smiled at the memory. It had been the best sex of my life, and moreover, he’d agreed to do it again.

Though maybe not today.

My body protested as I rolled out of bed, reminding me I wasn’t twenty anymore, but the little aches were badges of a night well spent. I padded across the room, my feet sinking into the plush carpet, and pulled on a pair of joggers and the softest tee I owned.

As I made my way to the kitchen, the scent of coffee hit me—strong and inviting. Marnin was already there, his tall frame hunched over the counter, cup in hand. His dark hair, flecked with gray, was tousled in that just-woke-up way, and he was dressed in sweatpants and a black T-shirt that hugged his lanky body.

“Hey,” I said, voice still thick with sleep as I leaned against the doorway.

Marnin glanced up, his eyes locking with mine for a moment before quickly shifting away. “Morning, Ennio.”

His awkwardness was palpable, rolling off him in waves. I recognized the closed-off look that said he was wading through uncharted emotional waters, trying to find solid ground again. It was endearing and frustrating all at once.

“Sleep okay?” I asked, making my way to the counter. I grabbed a mug from the cabinet, needing some caffeine myself.

“Fine.” He cleared his throat, his gaze darting around the room like a pinball. “You?”

“Like a baby.” I’d been practically comatose after that physical exertion. Nothing like a hard fuck to induce sleep.

Stifling a yawn, I poured myself some coffee.

“Good.” He nodded, but his eyes didn’t meet mine again.

“Mind if I join you?” I gestured to the seat beside him with my mug, keeping my tone light.

“Of course not.” Marnin moved over a fraction, creating space that felt both unnecessary and reassuring.

I settled into the chair, sipping the bitter liquid, letting the warmth spread through me. We sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the occasional clink of ceramic as Marnin set down his cup a little too hard.

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