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Constantine nestles his face into my throat, his hot breath making things extra steamy, and not necessarily in a comfortable way. I need to remind myself that he’s not like other guys. He has unique needs. But can I fulfill those needs? Should I?
I’m not sure I can sleep this way, but instead of easing him off me, I wrap my arms around his back, my fingers tracing along the few fucking cigarette scars on his back. Soon his body grows heavy, and his breathing settles into sleep.
What went from toying with him suddenly branched out into something so much more, and over the course of only a few days. I don’t want to think too hard about what’s happening between us, so I can try to get some sleep.
Chapter 15
Constantine
Idon’tthinkI’veever slept so well in my life. Growing up, there was always danger in the back of my mind, even in rest. That never truly went away in adulthood—until now. Sleeping next to a warm body in a comfortable bed kept me dead to the world for most of the night. In fact, my sleep was so deep that when I woke up, I was strangely exhausted.
Enzo is still out, so I watch him sleep. The filtered light through the curtains casts a warm glow on his tanned skin. I tuck my hands underneath my head and stare at his beauty. I’m still in awe that he likes me back. All that work to get him to see me has paid off.
His full lips are slightly parted, and the scruff on his face needs shaving. His black eyelashes are thick and fan out across his face. He has two scars, one on his eyebrow and another on his upper lip, probably from his fights. I like the hair on his chin and upper lip with the rest of his face shaved. I have a full beard as part of my disguise. If I ever need to shave it off, I can, which will completely change my appearance.
Enzo is beautiful. Stunning. And he’s all mine. You don’t realize how alone you are until you finally have someone in your life who cares about you.
We’re both still naked from our shower last night. The covers are off just enough to see the top of his cock peeking out. His body is a masterpiece. He’s an exquisite marble sculpture created by the finest artist. I grow hard, staring at his perfection.
I hover my hand over his chest, which is sprinkled with a few dark hairs and small moles. He’s hairless except for there and around his cock, where it’s thick and curly.
My finger swirls around his nipple, and I watch in fascination as it tries to fold in on itself. Then I drag my hand down his soft skin, over his stomach, and down lower until it lands on his thick thatch of hair.
I debate if I should touch his cock as he sleeps, but he answers that for me.
“Mmm, don’t stop now,” he says, his voice thick from sleep.
My face burns, and I smile as I fist him. He quickly grows hard, and the velvety skin is soon hot to the touch as all the blood flows there. Enzo wraps his hand around mine, showing the proper pressure and guiding my hand up and down.
He lets go of me and tucks his hands behind his head. “Just like that.”
I take the lead and stroke him as he likes it. While I love masturbating, and I do it a lot, there’s something hot about doing it to someone else.
“You have smooth hands, Con. They’re perfect.”
I preen at his words as I continue to pleasure him. The cockhead beads with pre-cum, so I swipe it off with my thumb and lick it. His earthy flavor bursts on my tongue. I love how he tastes, and I wantmore of it. Without letting go, I sit up and hover over him. While I stroke, I suckle the head of his cock much like I had his thumb.
“Mhmm… that’s nice, Little Bird.”
I’m salivating for him. It’s so much, drool spills out of my mouth and all over him. It’s sloppy, but it helps my hand glide over his length.
His hand threads through my hair, and he shoves my face down, forcing me to swallow him more. I gag and my eyes water, but I don’t stop him. I like his pushing and controlling me. I could spend the rest of my life pleasing him, and I’d die happy.
“Yeah, what an amazing mouth you’ve got, baby.”
My body is filled with pleasurable electricity from all the nicknames he has given me: Con, Little Bird, baby. I love them all. They’re special.
His hand grips my hair tighter, pulling my head up and shoving it down as he thrusts into my mouth. He’s completely using me, and I love it.
The room soon fills with sounds of slurping, gulping, and gagging as I get lost in the pummeling at the back of my throat.
“Fuck… you’re being so good for me. Your fucking noises… Jesus. Shit… gonna come.”
He holds me there and forces me to take all his cum into my mouth, but before I can pop off and drink him down, he grasps my chin tightly, eyes hard and narrow. “Do not swallow it yet.”
God, every time he orders me about like that, my entire body reacts in a tremble like I’ve been shocked by electricity, but instead of it hurting, it feels good.
“Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told, and he checks to make sure his cum is still resting in a pool on my tongue. “You obey me so well, Little Bird. And I love seeing my cum in your mouth. Now swallow it.”
