Chapter 12: The Deal

Marco’s POV

"I can’t take it anymore," I heard Fabio murmur in a dark, gravelly voice that sent electric jolts straight to my core.

I turned around, bracing my hands flat against the stall wall. "Then don’t."

That was the final green light he was waiting for. In a flash, he was tearing at my belt, shoving my trousers and underwear down past my hips in one swift motion. I arched my back, offering myself up to him completely. I needed his touch. And he delivered, his palm cupping my ass, swirling a hot hand over my flesh before bringing it down in a sharp, stinging smack.

"Fabio!" I gasped, entirely unprepared for the impact.

"What? Don’t you like it?"

Hell, I did. A little too much, which made it dangerously addictive.

"No," I lied breathlessly.

"Really?"

"Ye—"

He smacked me again.

"Fa—"

And again, until all my coherent words dissolved into needy, ragged moans I didn’t even recognize as my own.

"Just look at how you squirm for me," he purred, his fingers sliding down to stroke my entrance before a single finger pushed inside my tight heat.

I gasped as he moved, slowly at first, then picking up the rhythm, stretching me out until the familiar, agonizing sweetness began to build behind my navel. He added a second finger, curling them inside me.

"Ahh..."

"Don’t hold it back," he commanded, moving in and out with a punishing friction that wrung helpless whimpers from my chest.

And right when the pleasure was peaking, driving me out of my mind, he pulled his fingers out.

I groaned in frustration, ready to protest, but the heavy press of his blunt head against my entrance stopped the words in my throat.

Yes. Right there.

"You want it?" he taunted, though he didn’t need to ask when I was already rocking my hips backward, desperately trying to swallow him whole.

"Yes, put it in already." I was a complete mess, and I didn’t care.

"Say please," he whispered right against my ear.

"Nev—" I tried to fight it, but before I could finish, he thrust forward, tearing me open as he buried himself inside me to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

He didn’t move. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so I had no choice but to expose my neck to him, while his other hand clamped flat over my abdomen.

"Say please, and I’ll move."

He played his cards ruthlessly. He knew exactly how to break me. He stayed completely locked inside me, and when my hips instinctively twitched to chase the friction, his grip tightened like a vise, holding me completely still.

"Please... please just move," I begged, entirely capitulating.

The second the word left my mouth, Fabio pulled back, leaving only the very edge of his length inside before driving back in deeper, harder. This time, he didn’t stop.

I felt impossibly full, stretched wide around him, completely wrecked in the best possible way. I wasn’t complaining. He was tearing me apart, and I was desperately, frantically trying to match every aggressive beat. The wet sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the tiled walls, swallowed only by my muffled groans and his heavy, ragged breathing.

Suddenly, the outer washroom door creaked open.

Fabio froze. I didn’t want him to stop.

"I’ll be quiet, don’t stop," I whimpered as low as I possibly could.

Fabio let out a dark, wicked smirk. "I hope so."

He released my hair, sliding his hands down to grip my hips. Then came the deep, slow, agonizingly deliberate thrusts. He wasn’t rushing. He drove all the way in, held for a beat, pulled almost entirely out, and drove back in with the same rhythmic weight.

It went deeper than anyone else could ever reached. I took it in silence, biting my lip so hard I tasted copper, feeling dizzy from the restraint of keeping my cries swallowed down. I wanted to scream his name, to beg him to ruin me right there but I held on, looking back over my shoulder with wide, glazed eyes and nodding frantically. I would have sworn allegiance to him right then if he dared to stop.

He didn’t. Not even when the footsteps outside faded away and the door clicked shut.

I nearly collapsed against the partition. "Just like that, Fabio..."

"You feel so broken. I love it."

Christ, I was. He had completely unraveled me, and I wanted nothing more than to live in this exact, feverish moment forever.

Reaching down, Fabio wrapped a hand around my leaking cock, beginning a steady, punishing stroke to match the rhythm of his hips. I wished desperately for a mirror so I could look at this unholy, beautiful mess. I wanted to see the desperate need in my eyes, the predatory dark hunger in his.

"I’m going to cum," I choked out, my voice cracking.

"Give it to me. Cum for me."

I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as the edge rushed up to claim me. With one final, devastating thrust, I shattered, spilling hot all over Fabio’s hand as a deep, satisfied groan tore from my chest.

Fabio didn’t slow down. His pace spiked, his breathing turning erratic as he chased his own release. I tried to ride the final waves of my climax, meeting him stroke for stroke until his grip locked tight around my waist, his movements stuttering to a halt.

"Marco..." he groaned, his voice rough as he spilled himself deep inside me.

His forehead dropped heavily onto my shoulder, while I leaned my cheek against his hair, panting.

For a long moment, the only sound in the stall was our synchronized, heavy breathing- a strange, exhausted, deeply satisfying quiet. And beneath the adrenaline, the absolute certainty hummed through my veins: this wasn’t the last time. Not by a long shot.

"I don’t wanna stop this," Fabio finally murmured, slowly pulling himself out of me.

"I was thinking the same thing. Honestly, sex with you feels so..." I trailed off, completely unable to find the right word.

"How about..." Fabio caught my jaw, turning my face back so our eyes locked. "...we make a deal?"

He leaned in pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips.

"If it involves getting high on you like this," I whispered against his mouth, "then hell yes, let’s do it."