Chapter 19: Die for it

Marco’s POV

Is there anything else I could possibly ask for in this moment than the lingering taste of myself on Fabio’s sweet, dirty mouth? Absolutely not. After he just gave me the absolute best blowjob of my entire life, completely dropping his pride on the floor for me, there was no way in hell I was not going to reward him.

I flipped our positions in one smooth motion, and laid him down flat on the sofa. He still had that ridiculous yet sexy black fishnet knit shirt on. I leaned over him, inspecting his skin through the open netting, my eyes tracking down to his chest. The contrast of the rough fabric against his warm skin was driving me insane. I could not help myself- I dropped my head and caught one of his nipples between my teeth, biting down just enough to get a reaction out of him.

Fabio gasped instantly. His hands flew to my bare back, his fingers curling as he buried his nails straight into my skin.

I sucked on the peak before biting down again, then shifted over to do the exact same thing to the other side. The sharp, breathless whimpers escaping his throat were instantly making my cock rise up hard and heavy all over again.

Remember once before when I said before that I could never get enough of this man? That was a massive understatement. Fabio was turning into a beautiful, dangerous addiction that I had zero control over. Even worse, I had no intention of ever trying to let it go. I wanted to be swallowed up in this madness down to the last thread, and I would do it without a single complaint.

A sudden wave of possessiveness washed over me. Driven by the impulse, I gripped the middle of his fishnet shirt with both hands and yanked it apart, tearing the fabric right down the center. I pulled the torn sleeves down over Fabio’s hands, wrapping the shredded netting tight around his wrists, and bound his arms securely above his head.

"You aren’t allowed to touch me until I say so," I told him, keeping my voice low and stern.

I loved the way Fabio’s eyes widened in brief surprise before that shock was completely replaced by raw need. Need for me and only me. He tugged once against the cloth, his chest heaving. He wanted this just as much as I did. He wanted me to take total control.

My hands moved down to his hips, hooking into the waistband of his shorts. I dragged them down his legs in one swift pull and threw them across the room, leaving him completely bare. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, practically weeping for friction.

"Please, Marco," he breathed out, his voice trembling.

Fabio was not the type of guy to beg. He was too proud, too stubborn. But when he actually did it, when he let that tough exterior crack just for me, it did something crazy to my head. It made me feel invincible. Still, I was not going to rush a single second of this. I wanted him starving for it.

I stood up from the sofa, leaving him exposed, and walked over to the table to grab the half-full glass of red wine we had been drinking earlier.

"Lie on your stomach," I ordered.

Fabio, pretending to be a good boy for once, did exactly what I asked. He rolled over onto his belly, his bound hands resting above his head on the leather.

I knelt on the floor right beside the edge of the sofa. I tilted the glass and slowly poured the cool wine straight down his back, watching it wet his skin. The liquid hit his heated back, and Fabio threw his head back into the cushions, letting out a deep, restrained grunt as it trickled down the dip of his spine and over his ass.

After placing the empty glass back on the table with a quiet clink, I grabbed the lube and climbed over him, straddling his thighs. The gel was cold on my palm as I rubbed my hands together.

"Arch your back up now," I said.

He listened quietly again, hiking his hips up into the air without an argument. His legs parted just enough, exposing his entrance perfectly to my eyes.

I coated my fingers with the slick lube before pressing against him, slowly working my way inside. He was tight as ever, his muscles squeezing around my fingers the second I pushed in. I worked my fingers in and out, opening him up, making sure he was completely ready for me before I withdrew and aligned myself at his entrance.

I gripped his hips tightly, anchoring him in place, before slowly guiding myself inside him.

The way his body swallowed me up whole... fuck. It was so insanely warm and tight. Fabio let out a long, shuddering moan, holding completely still for a second to adjust to my size before he instinctively began rolling his waist back into me.

I was in heaven, and there was no way back from this.

I pulled back and made my first deep thrust. It earned me another ragged moan from his throat. I pulled out and drove in again, and that second thrust got him crying out even louder. I didn’t rush the pace. I kept it to slow, deep thrusts, sinking in all the way to the hilt until Fabio’s knees started giving out under the weight of it.

I tightened my grip on his waist to support him, holding his hips up, and finally ramped up my pace. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the quiet room.

"I don’t think we’re ever stopping this," I said breathlessly, thrusting into him over and over.

"Never," Fabio choked back, catching onto my rhythm and pushing his hips back to meet every strike.

I stretched my arms forward, gripping his shoulders tightly, and used the leverage to bury myself even deeper inside him.

He moaned restlessly, tossing his head from side to side against the sofa, and the tightness of him almost made me lose it right on his back.

"Are we whores?" I growled, fucking him so hard it made it nearly impossible for him to form a response. The only sounds he could make were broken moans and grunts.

"I don’t mind... as long as it’s with you," he managed to gasp out between thrusts. "I could die for this."

I pulled almost completely out of him, letting him feel the empty ache, before plunging straight back in. I did it a second time just to hear him whimper. "You mean you could die for this dick?"

"I mean I could die right under you... fuck!"

An unexpected, hard thrust cut off the rest of his sentence, sending a sudden shudder straight through his body.

"You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?" I asked, staying deep inside him.

The way he moaned louder, practically begging for more as I set a hard, punishing pace, gave me all the answer I needed. Fabio just gave me a quick, desperate nod, and that was all the permission I required. I flattened my chest against his back, pressing him down into the cushions, and fucked him exactly the way he wanted it.