Page 18 of Unsettled
Turning him over, I undo his cuffs, tossing them to the side, massaging his arms and wrists as I lift them over his head. Emilio heaves for breath as I maneuver his body as I see fit. He easily raises his legs, his feet planted on the edge of the bed as I scoot him up the mattress a little.
His fingers close around the comforter as I leave his hands above his head. Taking my cock in one hand, I spread what remains of his cum over it, smearing my own pre-cum in the process.
Grabbing his ass with both hands, I drag him into me, digging more bruises into his already abused flesh as I hold onto him and slide my dick steadily inside.
He cries out, the pain of a quick, barely-lubed entry overriding the pleasure of finally getting a cock where he needs it most.
Spreading his legs wide, I hold onto him as I fuck into his tight, warm hole. Over and over, I fuck him, not sparing him a second thought, except for how fucking good he feels.
He wraps a leg around me, dragging me closer, and I allow myself to fall over him, holding myself up with one hand on the mattress by his head, the other gripping his hip, my nails digging in and drawing further blood.
It’s hard, fast, and fucking messy as hell, with no finesse or technique, but it is exactly what the two of us need.
Looking down at his flushed face, I meet his darkened green eyes, and it hits me that this is the first time we’ve fucked faceto face. The realization has me jerking inside him, hitting his prostate harder than I meant to.
Emilio cries out at the sensation, and turns his head. His hot breath rolls across my arm, and then he moves his head forward, brushing a kiss to the edge of the scar across my wrist. I hold my breath as he does so, the care with which he treats me is far more than I deserve.
When he turns to look at me again, I see so many fucking emotions in his emerald gaze, it’s hard to remember what I’m doing.
“Fuck me,” he says. “Please… I need you to fuck me.”
Pulling out, I flip him over again, slamming my cock back in at the same time I grab his hair, dragging his upper body from the bed. “Is this what you need, Cucciolo?” I growl in his ear. “You need to be used like the whore you are?”
He gasps, and I swipe my knife from the bed. Pulling on his hair harder, arching his neck, I bring the blade to his throat.
“I could kill you like this,” I tell him. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you? So long as I kept using this slutty hole of yours, you’d let me do whatever I wanted.”
Emilio screams, and his body convulses as he comes again, untouched this time. Just my cock and knife controlling his pleasure.
I grin as I drag the blade along his throat, not hard enough to cut him, but the scratch there will leave a pretty mark, at least for a few days.
Dropping the knife, I grip his throat, restricting his air flow, even as he gasps for breath.
Releasing his hair, I grip his hips, and fuck into him until I can’t any longer. When I come, it’s deep inside his tight ass. I press deeply into him, not wanting a drop of my cum to go to waste.
We’re both heaving for breath as I hold myself inside his ass and I slowly release the pressure on his throat. His body goes limp and I ease him onto the bed, draping myself over him.
“I got you,” I whisper into his ear as he shivers in my arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. I have you.”
Carefully, I pull out and drag him further onto the bed. I take a few minutes to grab a cloth from the bathroom, wiping myself down in the process.
Emilio is where I left him, and he barely moans in protest as I wipe his hole, hips, and shoulders, cleaning cum and blood off him.
He’ll need a shower to get fully clean, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, I climb onto the bed and pull him into me. He comes willingly, draping himself across my chest, burying his face against my skin.
“You’re okay,” I assure him. “I have you. Per tutto il tempo in cui avrai bisogno di me e mi vorrai. I’m yours, Emilio.”
He wraps an arm around me, squeezing me as tightly as he can, even though he doesn’t raise his head.
I hold him just as tightly. Letting the unexpected feelings for this boy swirl through me as we bask in the pleasure and need of each other.
“So…that was the most uncomfortable family meal we’ve ever had.” Marcus raises an eyebrow at me before sitting at the desk in my bedroom.
Snorting, I glance at him before going back to the paperwork that's spread out on my bed. “What? You didn’t think it was super comfortable to have Tennant glare at me the entire time? Or deliberately hang all over Benjamin like I’d suddenly go crazy and attack him? Or how he practically growled when I got too close to Roman? Even though Roman wanted me to do that?”
“Yeah, there’s definitely that. And Hollis and Lio being…weird. Lio was deferring to Hollis at times. You know he only does that to Il Padrone. What the fuck do you think will happen when Il Padrone gets back to that clusterfuck? Or, let’s see…Lio and Benjamin still being awkward as fuck around each other.”
“I’m putting Lio and Hollis under the category of ‘not my problem’, because fuck no am I even handling that. I’m doing the same with Lio and Benjamin.”
