Page 38 of Desperately Delicate Viper

We reach the end of the road where the trees part, and slow to a stop in the middle of the clearing. A few feet ahead, there’s a steep drop-off, and in the distance is a breathtaking view of the city skyline. From up here, it almost looks like a nice place to live. I glance over at Luca again and a grin twitches on my lips. Maybe it’s all about perspective.

We get out of the car and work together to carry the body over to the ledge, which is apparently a ravine.

“Set it down here,” Luca instructs. “There’s a standing directive not to toss the plastic bags into the water if we can help it. After seeing Xav playing Captain Planet in the alley today, I’m guessing that comes from him.”

I laugh and help him tear the bags off before we roll the body over the ledge.

“Wow, my first body dump,” I muse, brushing my hands off on my jeans when we’re done. “Do I get a merit badge or what?”

“No, you’re thinking of the Girl Scouts,” he deadpans.

“Ah, right. A difficult badge for eight-year-old girls to earn, I imagine.”

We both chuckle and I grab Luca by the tie, yanking him towards me. He stumbles and groans, letting me claim his lips in a rough, deep kiss. Our tongues tangle and I greedily soak up the heat of his mouth against mine. His cock swells and stiffens against my stomach, and mine thickens as it rubs along his thigh. I wrap his tie around my fist and tug it a little tighter, devouring the little whimper he feeds me in response as I back him up against the hood of his car.

“Are two other guys in expensive Italian suits going to show up here to dump a different body in, like, two minutes?” I ask, nipping his bottom lip and reaching between us with my other hand to play with his belt buckle.

Luca jerks his hips forward and moans as he chases my lips.

“Nah. Even on a busy day, it’s hard to murder more than one asshole per hour,” he jokes.

“Good.” I flick my wrist and his belt falls open.

I can’t even remember the last time I sucked a dick because Iwantedto, because my mouth was watering for it, because I craved the man it was attached to like I crave oxygen. I kiss Luca deeply again, sliding my tongue over his and working his pants open with a few more quick tugs. His lips taste sweet against mine, and something tells me his cum is going to taste even sweeter.

Every part of the last week feels like the most batshit insane dream I’ve ever had, but the longer it lasts, the more I don’t want it to end. If there really is a way to deal with my dad for good, that would mean I don’t have to leave Wildcliff to have a life of my own, and neither does Finn. I can go to college and hang out with Sparrow… I can let this weird, gentle, crazy mafioso call me his boyfriend if he really wants to.

I break the kiss and sink to my knees. The smell of fresh grass and even fresher air tickles my nose, but in seconds it’s overpowered by the citrus scent of Luca’s skin as I tug the front of his briefs down and his cock springs free. It swings in front of my face, hard and flushed, a bead of precum pearled on the tip.

I lick my lips and wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking towards me so his foreskin bunches loosely over his swollen cockhead. I look up at him and hold his gaze, getting drunk on the desperation and need shining in his eyes, and the shocking amount of adoration etched onto his face as he looks down at me. His hands are braced on the hood of his car, his legs spread, his thighs trembling, and I realize that, like always, he’s waiting for me, he’s giving himself over tome. He said the other night that I’m his, but I think it’s the other way around too. Luca Moretti ismine… and I want him to be.

I gently tug his foreskin between my teeth and his eyes go wide, his lips falling open on a moan that comes straight from his gut. I bite down just a little harder and he shouts, a heavy spurt of precum painting my lips. I let him go and lick my lips clean again, shivering at the salty-sweet flavor of his excitement.

I release my hold on his shaft, letting his foreskin roll back again to expose the almost purple head of his erection. With a wicked grin, I wrap my fingers roughly around his sac and swallow his cock down. His balls twitch and tighten in my grasp as he hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him to take his cock deeper.

I forgot how good warm, bare skin feels in my mouth. I drag my tongue over each one of his throbbing veins and savor the silky softness under my lips. The tang of his sweat and that underpinning flavor of citrus dance over my taste buds and make me moan around him. I can’t tear my eyes away from his face as I suck and lick him. His eyebrows bunch together and hismuscles twitch, then slacken, then flutter again with a million micro-expressions of pleasure and wonder and need.

I squeeze his sac again until his balls swell in my palm while his cock stiffens and another burst of precum slicks my tongue. I lap eagerly at his slit and give his balls a gentle twist. Luca gasps and grunts, and I greedily swallow him down again.

There’s something almost meditative about getting lost in the rhythm of the blowjob. I bob my head faster, tugging at his sac harder until I can feel him getting close to the edge. His whimpers and moans are louder and needier, his fingers twitching and tightening against his car. I loosen my grip and slow my rhythm, and Luca shouts with frustration.

If I could laugh with my mouth full, I would. Instead, I settle for a teasing wink, slowly building up my rhythm again until he’s right back to teetering on the edge of pleasure. I bring him to the edge three times, and by the third, he’s starting to come unraveled in the most beautiful way. He tangles his fingers in my hair and snaps his hips desperately, fucking my mouth and panting my name in a hoarse voice.

I let my teeth scrape along his shaft just a little, just enough to give him that mild sting he loves so much. I can feel the throbbing pulse in his balls, twitching and swelling, trying to pull up closer to his body as his pleasure mounts again.

“Please,” he gasps, his head falling back and his face contorting. “Please, please.Anders.”

I hum around his shaft and swallow him deep again, filling my throat with his cock, cutting off my oxygen for a moment. I give his balls a sharp twist this time, and Luca’s whole body convulses like he’s been electrocuted. He shouts my name again and unleashes a flood of cum, coating my tongue and the back of my throat, coming in waves so fast I barely have time to swallow each one before he feeds me another.

I wrench my jeans open with my free hand and fish my cock out. It’s already throbbing and leaking, aching with every one of Luca’s moans and twitches. I suck him until he’s spent, and when he starts to soften, I increase the pressure of the suction with my lips. He hisses and whines, but after a few hard flicks of my tongue against his overly sensitive cockhead, the sounds he’s making take on a fresh edge of desperation.

I stroke myself furiously while I suck him, moaning around his cock and thrusting into my fist. Luca tugs at my hair, pulling me closer and trying to push me away at the same time, like he can’t decide whether it’s too much or not enough. Probably both.

Heat rises up the back of my neck and races down my spine as my cock swells in my grasp. I give the wet head of his cock another hard flick with my tongue, tasting the remnants of his dribbling cum. My balls tighten and I make a strangled noise around his shaft, my orgasm punching through me violently.

Luca wails at the same time, and I feel his cock spasm against my tongue again, pulsing in time with the pleasure that racks my body. There’s no cum this time, all of it already spent, but that doesn’t make the jolts and twitches of pleasure that rush through his body any less satisfying. My release spills into the grass between us, a few ropes landing on Luca’s shoes as I fuck my fist and suck him through his second orgasm.

I finally release him from between my lips, a string of spit and cum connecting us for a second before I sag forward to rest my forehead against his thigh while I catch my breath. Luca drags in heavy, ragged breaths too, stroking his fingers gently through my hair now and murmuring sweet words I can’t really make out over the rushing of my pulse in my ears. They make my heart swell all the same.

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