Page 66 of Consequences
My heart twinges at the thought of being with him again. I’ve dreamed of it, wanting it so badly I could taste it. I've woken up several times from sweaty memories of our love. Never did I think it would happen this way. Sourness fills my mouth. Il Padrone is getting his point across, ruthlessly.
Benjamin bites his bottom lip before nodding in determination. My brave Little Mouse.
“Let me make you feel good. Let me remind you that I’ll always be here for you.”
Whether he hears the desperation in my voice or not, I don’t give a shit. This is heaven and hell, all wrapped up in one package. A reminder of what once was and will likely never be again.
“Okay,” he says softly, and my heart soars before crashing down to earth.
Fuck. I close my eyes, saying a quick apology to my Little One before turning my focus to the one who used to have my heart—and in so many ways, still does. Roman and Benjamin…they both own me, even if Benjamin doesn’t want to anymore.
I slowly reach for his shirt, my hands shaking as I peel it off. Stepping closer, I let my fingers ghost over his body, memorizing every inch in case I ever forget. Swallowing, I lean down and kiss the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder, loving the way he shivers.
When he finally raises his hands and touches me, I almost melt. His touch is hesitant at first, before gaining in confidence. I lean into him, pulling him into a hug as I caress his back. I massage his muscles, and breathe calmly as it releases the rest of his tightness.
He moans at my touch, and my cock hardens, pressing against him. His soft giggle crashes over me, and I smile at it as the memories swirl around me.
Backing up, I undo his pants and push them down, along with his underwear. I go to my knees and gently take off his shoes, letting him hold onto my shoulders as I do. Once I have him fully naked, I sit back on my heels, gazing at him in awe. He’s still as handsome as always.
I run my hands up his legs, feeling their strength. I hate that I once doubted his strength, but I shove my regrets away. This is not the time for that. It never will be.
Leaning forward, I capture his half-hard cock in my mouth. I suck it as it hardens, swirling my tongue around it and adding the slight pressure of my teeth. Just enough to hear him gasp. His hands find my shoulders again, clawing at them.
Growling, I grab his ass, pulling him further toward me so I can take him down completely. I don’t let up from what I’m doing. It’s hard, rough, and exactly what I know he likes.
My eyes water as he fills my throat, but I don’t hesitate to keep going as my throat contracts around his dick. When his legs begin to shake, I finally pull off, taking a deep breath. Iknow Il Padrone won’t let it go with a blow job. If I could, I’d give that to him, so he didn’t feel like he’s cheating on Tennant. I know Roman would understand, but hell if I understand the psychopath.
Standing, I gently corral him to the bed, following him as he goes. I’m a panther to my prey, and when he stares into my eyes, he shudders. I know everything I'm feeling is there for him to see. Fuck, I don’t even try to hide it this time. Why would I? Love, desire, want, respect…all of it is there. The raw emotions. I bury them quickly, not needing to keep my heart on the line any more than it already is.
He reaches out and touches my face. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me.”
Sighing, I slump over him, shaking my head, before I slowly claw back my walls. I’d give him whatever he asks for, and now he knows it. Even this, my heart and soul on a platter for him to toss aside. I press my lips hard against his, closing my eyes as if to shut out the pain that I know will come later.
Fucking Il Padrone. He always claims our pleasure and pain. And fuck, that's what he's doing right now. He may not be in this room, but it doesn’t stop his torture.
Lifting my head, I blink away the tears and try to smile at Benjamin, but it’s wrong, and I know it. From the way he caresses my cheek, and stares at me with sadness, he sees right through me. I wish he’d let me hide. Let me pretend. I’d save him from the pain inside me if I could.
I grope for the lube Il Padrone left tossed on the bed. As I raise his ass up, I remember that this is my last chance to be with him. With that in mind, I lower my lips to his hole, gently nibbling at it before licking. I groan at the taste of him. Fuck, I’ve missed that taste—so uniquely him.
I squeeze his ass as I dive back in, letting his moans guide me as I burrow my tongue inside him, fucking him with it. Hiscurses fill the air, and pride fills me. My Little Mouse is never quiet, but fuck does rimming drive him wild.
“Oh, fuck! I’m close!” Benjamin shouts out, and I draw back, disappointed. I’d love nothing more than to stay in bed and drive him crazy with it for hours. I press a kiss to his inner thigh, before sitting up on my knees and grabbing the lube again.
Coating my fingers, I insert two and slowly stretch him, adding a third as he squirms impatiently. I bite back a chuckle when he curses me. “Patience, Little Mouse. Patience.”
“Fuck patience! Get in me,” he growls, and like always, I cave to him. His needs are more important than anything.
I slick up my cock and push in slowly, loving the feeling. Fuck, it’s like coming home. My arms shake as I still once I’m fully inside him. I want to thrust, but I don’t want to move either—it’s the sweetest, most painful pleasure ever.
“Move, Ignacio. Now!”
The last of my restraint shreds and I pull back, thrusting in hard. It’s a blur after that, as I focus on him, trying to ignore my own body’s needs. I peg his prostate again and again, listening to his keening cries. Fumbling for the lube, I add more to my hand before grasping his cock, pumping it in time with my thrusts.
“Little Mouse…” I groan as he meets each thrust, spurring me to go even faster. There’s no holding back. Growling, I duck down and bite his shoulder—hard—needing my mark on him, when Tennant’s are already there.
With a shout, he starts to come, and I force myself to keep going, fucking him through his orgasm. It’s only when he almost melts into the goddamn bed that I let my control snap. My strokes become erratic, and my breathing heavy, as I chase my own pleasure, needing to find completion in the man who still owns me, knowing it’ll never happen again.
“Fuck!” I scream out my orgasm, shuddering on top of him as I fill him with my cum.
