Chapter 8: Falling Apart

Marco’s POV

Fabio pushed me back against the couch, and ever so slowly, he straddled my waist. Without a shred of rush, his hands wrapped around my neck.

I could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart beating against mine. Never in my bloody twenty-one years had I been caught in such intense sexual tension.

"You are..." Fabio murmured, leaning in close to my ear. "...an exception."

My hand went to his hip, gripping and applying pressure. "Yeah?"

He let out a silent moan as he ground down against me. "Yes... I want you to fuck me like you hate me, and I’ll do the same."

My lips parted, and I let out a low groan as he slowly squeezed me through the fabric. I shut my eyes, then opened them just as quickly, refusing to miss the needy, wanton expression on his face- the exact face that had haunted my dreams for weeks.

"You feel that?" I pressed upward, letting him feel my full length. "It’s all for you."

I leaned in and bit his shoulder.

"You don’t know how much I have wanted you, Fabio. So much that it’s driving me insane." I never thought I’d admit it, but I found myself entirely at his mercy. He needed to know what a mess he was making of me.

"You think you’re the only one?" He bit the tip of my lip, drawing a rough groan from my chest. "Ever since I saw you... I’ve been losing my mind."

My hand cupped the side of his neck, pulling him down until we shared the same breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol. It was intoxicating, maddening. We brushed our lips together, testing a patience that was wearing dangerously thin before we finally crashed them together. It was not soft or gentle in the slightest- it was pure need, raw yearning, and unquenchable desire.

I slipped my tongue past his lips first, and he fought to claim mine in return. It was always a challenge between us, neither of us willing to concede. I slid my hands down to grip his hips while his fingers tangled in my hair. It was filthy, and it was the most intense kiss of my life.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for breath, our lips still grazed against each other. We stared as if nothing else in the world existed.

I helped him pull his shirt off, and he returned the favor, stripping mine away in seconds.

Instantly, I shifted our weight, pinning him to the cushions as I hovered over him.

"Got any condoms here? Lube too?" I murmured against his mouth.

He didn’t bother with words; his eyes answered for him, flicking toward the glass coffee table beside us. "Do you just keep these things stocked everywhere?"

"I’m damn glad I do." With that, he pulled me down, kissing me hard enough to suck the soul right out of me. Yeah, he probably could.

I kissed him back, hauling him up so his legs wrapped around my waist. I dropped to my knees on the floor, easing him down with me until we were both sprawled on the concrete. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Ever had sex on the floor?" I asked between heated kisses.

"No, but it’s turning me on like hell."

Mid-kiss, I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled his trousers and underwear down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free, thick and already weeping. I tore my mouth away to strip off my own pants, grabbing the bottle of lube before tossing it aside.

I coated my fingers, sliding them slowly toward his entrance. I didn’t force my way in; I slicked the area first, letting him adjust before my middle finger pushed inside.

I watched his teeth sink into his lower lip to stifle a moan. I wanted to hear it. I wanted to brand his voice into my memory like a sin.

"I want to hear you, baby. Don’t hold back," I whispered, beginning to move my fingers in and out.

He stopped biting his lip, keeping quiet until I slid a second finger inside him.

"Fuck... Marco."

There it was. That was what I wanted, to hear him crack apart for me, begging as I gave it to him.

"Yes, Fabio. Keep making those sounds." They were unreal, meant for my ears alone.

I picked up the pace until I felt him yield and stretch beneath me. Pulling away, I tore open a condom, rolled it over my throbbing length, and positioned myself at his entrance.

Fabio lifted his hips, staring up at me with wild, dilated eyes.

"You want this, yeah?" I asked teasing my tip and his entrance.

"If you don’t... fuck!" He cut off as I pushed forward, burying myself inside him to the hilt.

This time, it was real, real. I groaned against his mouth while he arched up to meet me, our skin slapping together in a steady, frantic rhythm.

"You hear that? I’m going to wreck you until you can’t walk." It was a promise I fully intended to keep.

I grabbed his knees, hoisting them up over my shoulders to drive deeper, hitting that exact angle that undid him completely.

The next second, he shattered.

"Right there," he gasped, turning into a helpless, trembling mess. "Shit! I missed this so bad."

His sounds pushed me right to the edge. I wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts as he began to squirm under the dual friction.

"Come for me, baby. Give it to me."

Between my hand and my cock, he unraveled completely.

"Marco," he cried out, spilling over my hand.

I leaned down, slowing my pace before pulling out of him. Tucking him against my chest, I grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard. "I’m just getting started."

I gripped his hips, hauling him up to his feet and backing him toward the glass railing. Turning him around, I sank straight back inside him, driving deep.

He groaned loudly, and I instantly slapped a hand over his mouth. "Keep it down. People are still wandering around out there."

"I don’t give a damn," he breathed against my palm, gripping the cold metal of the railing with one hand while the other tangled in my hair, dragging me closer.

I grabbed his hips, pounding into him as the pleasure built to a blinding peak.

"You take me so well," I muttered, accelerating my pace.

"Yeah... you love fucking me."

He dipped lower, tightening around me so perfectly that I lost all control. I slammed forward, burying my face in his shoulder as I spilled inside the latex.

For a long minute, we just stood there catching our breath. Then, Fabio lazily rolled his hips, a slow, rolling grind that made my semi-soft cock instantly twitch back to life.

"Are you clean? What’s your status?" I murmured, starting to withdraw.

"I’m clean," he started to turn, but I caught him by the waist, pinning his hands behind his back.

I stripped off the used condom, dropped it to the floor, and slid back inside him, hot, hard and completely raw.

"So am I," I whispered, driving deep.

Fabio gasped, his body clenching hard around me. "What the- damn it, it was my turn, asshole." But from the way he arched back into the friction, he was enjoying every second.

"Next time," I growled against his skin. "Tonight, I’m making you limp."