Page 15 of Unsettled
Pulling back out, I let him take a ragged breath, before continuing to feed my own pleasure. When I feel my orgasm building, I force myself to pull my cock from his throat and step back. Gasping, I pull him up by his hair and push him toward the bed.
I quickly undress, not bothering with where the clothes land, when my only objective is getting Marcus’s ass. I’m not surprised to see he’s grabbed the lube and placed it beside him, while he bends over the edge of the bed.
His ass is so fucking perfect when it's highlighted like that. I can’t resist running my hands over it, squeezing, before pulling back and slapping it. He jerks in surprise, which makes me chuckle.
“Fuck!” His exclamation only makes me want to do it again. So I do. I don’t stop until he’s panting and writhing in the pleasure-pain that only I can bring him. Not Il Padrone—me. It’s a heady feeling, and when I give his ass one last pat before withdrawing, he sighs, almost melting into the bed. This time, he only mutters, “Fuck.”
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” He shudders at my amused tone.
“Th-thank y-you, Sir.”
“There, that’s better. I knew you’d remember your manners.”
I finally grab the lube, letting it spill over my fingers before I work him open. Ignoring his prostate, I hum as he squirms, slowing each time he moves. A whine breaks loose from him and I grin, thankful he can’t see me.
“Aww, do you need something?”
“Please! Please, I need you!” His whimper is frantic, as he shakes from lust, and I bend down, biting his shoulder hard. He shudders to a stop, but offers one last plea. “I need you inside me, Sir.”
“I suppose you’ve been a good boy for me.” I cover my cock in oil and line up with his asshole. Without any warning, I thrust forward. He chokes from the quick intrusion, and I grind my teeth, trying to be still long enough for him to adjust to me. Finally, he moans, and I take that as my cue. I don’t bother going slow. I give us what we both need—a nice, hard fuck.
I want him to remember who he belongs to before we leave for the clusterfuck that’s waiting. He may be a Martelli, he may answer to his Boss, but at the end of the day? He’s mine. Nothing—and nobody—can take that claim away.
I grip his wrists, going for extra leverage as I fuck him, both of us moaning in pleasure. I don’t know how long I keep it up, but when I get to almost the point of no return, we’re both covered in sweat. Still, I pull him up, forcing his knees to bend as I drive up into him. I let go of his wrists, one arm keeping him steady around his waist as the other reaches for his cock.
It’s already dripping pre-cum, and my hand slides easily over it. I keep the frantic pace, wanting him to finish quickly. “Come for me, now!”
I bite his shoulder again and he erupts, shaking as he starts to go boneless. I drop him back onto the bed and press against him as I continue. My thrusts are no longer smooth. The way he strangles my dick, and the building sensations, swamp me. It’s not even a minute later before I join him over the edge.
When I finally stop coming, I’m draped over him, our heated skin sticking together from the cooling sweat. I manage to slowly slide out, even as my trembling knees protest the movement. I scramble onto the bed, plopping down onto my back as I work on catching my breath.
He lands next to me with an “oomph”, and I drag him closer, rubbing his back. His humming relaxes me further. When he pulls away, I glance at him questioningly.
“Sorry, but we can’t rest. Even this was probably too much time to take. Lio wants us there ASAP. He told me we could sleep later.”
“Of fucking course he did,” I mutter darkly. “It’s not like he has to pack and then wake up a child. He’s got fucking maids to help him.”
“You know if you say that, he’ll just suggest we get some of our own, or move back into the mansion full-time.”
“Yeah, fuck that. Well, let’s take a quick shower and then rearrange our lives for them. But I’m telling you now, I’m passing Cole straight to his uncle, so we can get some sleep.”
Laughing, Marcus agrees. We use each other as leverage and stumble toward the bathroom. I’m going to miss having our own place. If anything, this gives me even more motivation to find Il Padrone, because fuck if I’ll be stuck around the rest of them, or the Amatos, for too long.
Knocking on Emilio’s door, I take a few deep breaths, trying to quell the need and desire swirling in me. It’s been a long few hours of playing musical bedrooms, as both Emilio and Benjamin were moved to suites—Ten tried to convince Benjamin to take a suite in the family wing, but that was an argument he lost with his baby mouse. Keegan and Marcus were also given one of the few remaining guest suites, as they have Cole with them.
Carter ended up moving back to the family wing, though I highly doubt he’s ready to take back the suite he shares with Cristian. And Tennant made damn sure Ignacio’s room was as far from Benjamin’s as possible. Keeping the two of them apart during the chaos of the move was a feat, as Tennant wanted to stay close by, should Benjamin need him. It helped that Benjamin was willing to distract his new lover.
Thankfully, everything went off without a hitch, so now everyone can get some much-needed sleep. Even Cole went back to bed with only a little fuss—all the excitement wearing him out quickly.
Not that sleep is on my mind when Emilio opens the door half-dressed. The scowl on his face eases when he sees it’s me. I waste no time with bullshit small talk, shoving my way into the room and grabbing him by the throat at the same time. The door closes behind me with a distinctiveclick.
Pulling his face to mine, I kiss him. It’s brutal. As much teeth as tongue and lips, the scent and taste of blood permeating the air between us as I bite into his supple flesh. Emilio melts into me, his moans are like music to my ears, and the hard cock pressing against me is a temptation I force myself to ignore.
Using my grip on his throat, I push him against the wall and hold him there. Looking down into his desire-blown emerald eyes, I see…everything I need in them. I have to take a breath as the need lights my insides on fire.
“I’m going to use you, Cucciolo.”
He shudders and moans. “Yes… Please, Hollis.”
