Page 73 of Tesio
“Fucking finally. Alone at last.”
“They’re kinda fun though, Grease.”
“Not really what I had in mind for our last night together though, babe. I kinda wanna spend it so deep inside you that you never forget me.”
That sorrow, that had been filling me all evening, suddenly spilled out, and more tears came. I think the earlier ones were more out of frustration, but this? This felt final. This felt like the end of the everything I wanted. Why did Grease have to die?Tesio. Why did Tesio have to die?
“Aw baby,” he murmured, dragging me to sit on the bed with him, holding me tight against his chest.
“I caused this,” I gasped out between sobs, because it was all my fault. Sure, he was a mafia guy, but that didn’t meanhe was a bad guy, and up until I stupidly looked him up, and his bosses, maybe he would have been okay. My stupid move, throwing myself into danger to protect someone I barely knew, had achieved something so much worse. It’d put Grease firmly in the firing line instead. By trying to save a virtual stranger, I’d forsaken the man I’d fallen in love with.
“This wasn’t your doing, baby. Trust me. It was always going to come down to this, because I was never planning to go back to that life. This way, at least I get one more night with you. So what do you say we stop wasting it, and get naked?”
I giggled, and that turned into another sob, but suddenly I was pulling at his clothes, and desperate to get him naked so I could memorise every inch of his body.
“Okay, that’s not working, little pain. Just let me do it. Wow, is it your first time undressing your man?”
I glared at him, and started pulling at my own clothes, because the sooner we were naked, the sooner we’d get to touch each other, and be together.
“Oh yeah, that’s hot… keep stripping for me, yeah… just like that…” I enjoyed the growled encouragements coming from Grease as he watched me get naked for him. I was struggling to concentrate on stripping as I took in the sight of his firm, tattooed body, and that thick cock, which stood to attention, ready for me.
Without conscious thought, I abandoned removing what was left of my clothes and dropped to my knees, wrapping a hand around his cock and licking the tip.
“Jesus, little pain. I didn’t know you’d do that. Oohhh fuck, yeah, keep licking him.” My focus went completely into pleasuring Grease, Tesio, whoever. I wanted to make him feel so good that he’d forget his troubles, for just a little while. I wanted to bring him to his own damn knees with pleasure.
“Fuck… oh god, Jamie, that feels so fucking good,” he groaned, stroking his fingers through my short hair and tugging now and then, more like he was playing with it, rather than using it to guide me.
“Yeah… ahh… suck me deeper.”
I pulled back to glare at him. “Could you shut up while I do this? Does it seem like I need instructions?”
Grease blinked at me for several seconds, struck dumb by my sass, and then he burst out laughing.
“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Now, you wanna stuff that mouth before you get carried away, and waste our entire fucking night?”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
It turned out PCPain was way better with her mouth when she was on her knees, and if I told her that, she’d probably bite my dick off, so I held those words in, and fought to stay standing while she blew me like a fucking goddess.
I mean, she was sucking the fucking strength out of me with that mouth. I stroked her hair, tugging it now and then, because each time I did, those eyes darted back up to fix on mine, and then I grinned at her.
“You’re so good at that, little pain… almost like a pro.” Those eyes narrowed at me, and I felt her teeth scrape my skin. Fuckkkk… that was so fucking good. So I like a little pain with my pleasure, that’s not a crime, right? Maybe I should ask her, what with her being so fucking lawful and all.
She sucked harder, drawing her lips tightly back up to the head of my cock, twirling her tongue around the head, and my legs literally buckled, as she broke me, and I came hard, filling her mouth with cum. I was surprised she didn’t get pissy at me forthat, but she swallowed like a champ too, delicately wiping her mouth when she released my cock.
I gave her a few moments to breathe, down there on her knees in front of me, making me feel like a fucking god. Hey, maybe I did have a god complex. I made a note to tell that asshole that tomorrow, then remembered that I’d probably never see anyone again.
“What? Oh god. What’s that? Blow job remorse? You’re such a girl, Grease.”
How the fuck she had me laughing, when I’d just remembered that this was my last day alive, I had no fucking idea, but this was her gift. Keeping me in the moment, and completely focused on her.
I stroked her hair, petting it like I’d pet an animal, and she cursed at me, shoving my hand away as she stood up again.
“I don’t wanna ruin the moment or anything, little pain, and this isn’t the blow job endorphins talking, but you’re… a man could fall for you, you know? If… uh… if he felt things like that, for uh… people.” I was too much of a pussy to actually say the words, because all she’d shown me was mild like, versus intense dislike, so I couldn’t risk my feelings being out there if I didn’t know she felt the same way. It’s hard being a guy sometimes.
“Wow, you just swept me off my feet with that one, Grease.” She sat on the bed, and smoothed down her partially unbuttoned shirt and sighed.
“Look, you’re absolutely the wrong kind of man for… well, pretty much anyone, but yeah… I’d probably not like it very much if you died.” She looked like it pained her to even say that much, so while it wasn’t a declaration of love, I was willing to accept that this was probably as heartfelt as either one of us could get, and so I dragged the rest of her clothes off, and pushed her back on the bed.
