Page 7 of Unsettled
“That’s right.” He pulls out, only to shove back inside hard enough to force me to slide up the desk a little. “You’re mine, and if I want you to come for me, you will…and if I don’t?”
I lick my lips. “Then I won’t.”
“Good boy.” He slows down his pace a little, making sure to hit me inthatspot every single time he thrusts back in.
I’m about to lose my fucking mind when he stops again, making me whine.
“It’s a good thing I want you to come…this time, Tesoro Mio.”
He holds himself deep inside, rocking his hips to brush his cock against my prostate, forcing small grunts and groans out of me.
He leans further over me, somehow getting deeper and making me lose my mind as pleasure shoots through me. “Come for me, Tesoro. Show me what I do to you.”
Jude releases my hands, slides my legs from his shoulders to his waist, grabs my hips in both hands, and fucks me so hard I think I’m going to fuckingdiefrom the pleasure.
I scramble for the far edge of the desk, needing something to hold onto as he fucks me senseless. It’s not so much a build up, but an explosion as my orgasm hits. Cum spurts from my cock, getting all over me—and probably on my skirt.
Jude leans over me again, his moans are like music to my ears alongside the thumping of my heart. As he chases his pleasure, I reach for him, gliding my hands over his sweaty skin, sighing in contentment that he’s allowing me this connection.
My whole body is a livewire of oversensitivity, but I don’t complain as he fucks against my prostate again, before stilling and coming in me. The motions make me shake in pleasure and need, and if I wasn’t so fucked out, I would probably beg for more. As it is, it’s hard to remember to breathe, let alone speak.
We both gasp for breath, and slowly, he pulls out, making me mourn his loss. Jude collapses into the desk chair, andsomehow, I get enough wits about me to sit up on the desk, grimacing a little as his cum leaks onto the surface.
“Okay?” I sign with a shaky hand.
He nods. “Better than before. Come here, Tesoro Mio.”
He slides closer to the desk with the chair, so I only have to slip off it and onto his lap.
Leaning back for signing space, because I still don’t have breath to speak, I ask, “Your leg?”
“Fine. Let me hold you.” He wraps an arm around my waist.
We sit like that for several moments before I say, “I bet Antonio will like this side of you. It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to let go like that.”
He groans, but squeezes me around the waist before saying, “You’re a little shit, you know that?”
I shrug. “I know. But…if he did capture your attention, go for it.”
He blows out a breath. “I’m not saying he did, but…he’s definitely interesting. He reminds me a little of you, small and sassy, and I barely spent ten minutes in his presence.”
I laugh. “Sounds about right. You know I’m not serious, right? I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”
He smiles softly. “I know. I won’t deny he caught my attention, so…I won’t shove him away if he felt it too, but don’t push, Roman.”
“I won’t. I just… Sleeping with Ignacio was unplanned, but I want to do it again, as I said. I want to nurture whatever it was I saw in his eyes, it’s… I think maybe it can turn into more.”It already feels like more.“And I hope you know you’re not an afterthought. I’ll let you fuck me over a desk anytime you want, but I won’t make you fuck anyone you don’t want to. Sex is the Martelli way, but only do it if it feels natural to you. Despite my teasing, I just want you to be happy.”
His face softens, and the smile he gives me is sweet as hell. “I am. More than I ever thought possible, and that’s thanks to you, Hollis, and Ten. So, don’t worry about me. Whether I have my own Martelli or not, I know where we stand, and I’m perfectly okay with it.”
“I love you.”
He kisses me, slow and sweet, pouring words he can’t say into every touch.
He’s right, whether we all find something with the Martellis or not, this, what we’ve been growing for over a year now, is more than enough.
Yawning, I settle back in a chair. Glancing around, I approve of where they decided to host the meeting as the table is long, with enough room to stretch out. Marcus is already with me, we’re just waiting on everyone else. I’m still fucking exhausted from yesterday, but we need to start figuring this shit out.
Marcus knocks against my shoulder, and I glance over in annoyance. “You need to start getting some proper rest. Don’t make me ask Keegan to deal with you. Your nephew wants to see his Uncle Lio as well. He expected a family breakfast…”
