Chapter 18: On your knees

Fabio’s POV

Slow music was playing softly in the background, filling the quiet space between us. The overhead lights were turned down low, casting our shadows across the living room. Seated in the center of the sofa with his arms spread out along the back cushions was Marco. Or maybe I should call him the seducer Marco, because that was exactly what he was doing.

He was wearing nothing but a dark bathrobe that hung loosely over his shoulders, barely covering a thing. His chest was completely bare, glistening lightly under the dim lamp, and small water droplets fell from his damp hair onto his skin before trailing down his collarbone. It was a sight to behold, and he knew it. He sat there like a man who owned everything in the room, including me. His legs were parted just enough to expose his upper thigh, and I swear to God, it took every single drop of my nonexistent self-control not to drop right there, slide between his knees, and leave my mark all over his skin.

Then there was my situation. I was standing a few feet away wearing a black fishnet knit shirt- a piece of clothing I didn’t even realize was sitting in my closet until tonight. Marco had found it, forced me to put it on, and then spent ten minutes meticulously explaining all the ways he was going to ruin me while I wore it. The rough netting felt strange against my skin, leaving me feeling exposed and filthy.

Did I hate it? Hell no.

"You’ve been stalling for the past hour," I said, crossing my arms over my chest to keep my hands from fidgeting. I tried to sound tough, trying not to let him hear the clear desperation in my voice.

But damn it, I was desperate. I was starving for him, hooked on his touch in a way that scared me because I never seemed to get enough of it.

"Let’s take it slow," Marco said, ignoring my annoyance completely. "I want to do something different tonight."

His dark eyes slowly dragged up from my feet, taking his sweet time scanning my legs, my waist, and the open netting of the shirt before finally settling on my face. The look in his eyes made my stomach flip.

"Different?" I asked, keeping my voice flat. "Different how?"

Marco didn’t answer right away. He stood up from the sofa, his movements smooth and unhurried. He closed the small gap between us until he was standing right in my space, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. But he kept his hands at his sides, purposefully refraining from touching me.

"Tonight..." he murmured, leaning in until his lips were practically brushing against mine, "...you’re going to obey whatever I tell you."

I swallowed hard. A dozen dirty images immediately flooded my mind- images of me being completely at his mercy, tied up or pinned down, unable to move unless he gave me permission.

"And if I don’t?" I challenged, tilting my chin up.

Deep down, I didn’t want him to play nice. I wanted him to say he was going to punish me. I wanted the kind of punishment that brought both pain and pleasure at the exact same time, driving me out of my head until I couldn’t think straight.

"Then..." Marco whispered, his thumb lightly catching the corner of my jaw, "I’ll make you."

Those words went straight to my gut. My toes curled, my shoulders tensed, and my cock gave a hard twitch inside the shorts I was wearing. He would make me. The thought alone was dangerous. Maybe he would tie my hands behind my back or slap my ass until the skin turned bright red.

It was a hot thought, no doubt about it, but a stubborn part of me still wanted to push his buttons. A part of me believed he couldn’t actually break my resolve.

"I’d like to see you try," I said with a faint smirk.

Marco smirked right back. It was a slow, wicked grin that told me this man was up to no good, and that he already knew he had me right where he wanted me.

And his next five words proved it.

"Get down on your knees."

My mind completely froze. The air sucked right out of my lungs as the reality of what he was asking settled into my brain. I swallowed hard, staring at him, but I didn’t move an inch. It wasn’t because I didn’t want him, but because in my entire sexual life, I had never done it for anyone.

"You don’t mean that," I muttered. "I... I haven’t given any man the luxury to fuck my mouth."

Marco’s smirk only widened when he saw me hesitate. It was so arrogant I wanted to wipe it right off his face. Before I could back away, he stepped forward and wrapped one firm hand around my waist, tugging me closer until my front brushed against his open robe.

"I still want you to," he said softly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

For some reason I couldn’t explain, I felt completely weak against him in that moment. It felt like if this man asked me to commit a crime for him, I’d probably do it without a second thought, just so he could fuck me. And honestly, this felt like a crime. Giving away another one of my firsts to him felt like breaking my own rules.

"You’re turning me crazy, hope you know that," I muttered.

Even as the words left my mouth, my body surrendered to him. I slowly slid down his body, my legs giving out until my knees hit the rug right in front of him. For the first time in my entire life, I went down on my knees for a man. Not to show respect, not to surrender out of fear, but to let him completely corrupt me. To let his cock into my mouth.

I kept my eyes locked on his as my fingers reached up to loosen the belt of his bathrobe, pushing the dark fabric off his shoulders until it pooled around his waist. He was already rock hard, throbbing softly in the dim light. He was hard for me, only me, and I had not even laid a single finger on him yet.

"Hold it, it needs you," Marco demanded, his hand reaching down to rest firmly on top of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair.

I complied without a word, my pride taking a back seat as my hands wrapped around his thick length. The skin was burning hot to the touch. I did not wait for him to give me another word. Looking right up into his dark eyes, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and took him inside.

Fully. Deep, all the way down my throat.

Once again, I had never done this before, and my body instantly tried to react to the sudden stretch, but the sound Marco made changed everything. He let out a low groan from deep in his chest- a sound I had never heard come out of him before. That single sound sent a jolt of pure energy straight through my nervous system, driving away every bit of doubt and forcing me to keep going.

"Holy fuck..." Marco rasped out, his fingers tightening in my hair.

Hearing him break like that was addicting. I wanted to hear him completely lose control. I wanted to break that cocky and charming composure he always carried around and make him cry for me.

I started moving my head, setting a fast pace as I worked my mouth over his shaft. The wet, messy sounds of me taking him filled the room blending with the calm music, completely uncontrolled.

"Fuck!" Marco swore again, his thighs tense against my chest as he groaned.

Filthy, breathless words kept spilling out of his mouth without any filter.

"You sure you weren’t a pornstar in your past life? You’re a fucking maniac with this..."

A second later, he leaned his head back against the sofa, his hips twitching upward as he muttered, "I swear your mouth feels like paradise."

His words only fed the fire in my gut. I didn’t slow down. I increased my pace, using my hands and my mouth to push him further over the edge. I didn’t stop, even when Marco’s hands tightened in my hair and he began begging me to slow down.

"Shit... Fabio, wait... I’m going to... fuck!"

He tried to pull my head back slightly, trying to hold himself together, but I gripped his thighs tightly and refused to let him retreat. I took everything he had to give. I swallowed every drop, cleansing him completely and not letting a single drop spill.

When I finally pulled back, gasping for air with wet, teary eyes, I looked up at Marco’s face. In that moment, I could have sworn I was looking at heaven on earth.

The sight of him recovering from the high was unbelievable. His lips were slightly parted, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as he tried to catch his breath. He released his lip with a soft, shuddering exhale, and when his dark eyes finally drifted back down to meet mine, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized right then and there that a man could be dangerously beautiful. So beautiful I could lose my mind over it.

Adrenaline surged through my veins. The power in the room shifted instantly.

I stood up from the floor hastily. Without giving him a single second to recover, I leaned over, grabbed a handful of his damp hair, and pulled him up into a rough, demanding kiss. I wanted him to taste himself on my lips. I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me, how he wasn’t just taking my body, but completely corrupting my mind. What he was doing to me felt illegal.

Breathing heavily against his lips, I pushed him back against the sofa cushions with enough force to make the leather squeak. I climbed up onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and crushed our lips together again in a desperate kiss.

"Marco," I whispered, my voice rough as I claimed his mouth over and over. "You said you would fuck me senseless until the sun comes up."

Marco tried to push back against my chest, probably to say something arrogant or catch his breath, but I didn’t give him the chance. I wrapped one hand firmly around his throat to hold him in place while my other hand tangled into his hair, messing it up even further as I held him down beneath me, ready for whatever came next.