It’s the first time I’ve seen him without it. Both of his arms are covered in tattoos that go all the way down to his wrists. A large wing peeks out from under the sleeve of his T-shirt and extends down to his elbow on one arm, and the rest is a patchwork of roses and antique keys, barbed wire, and words I can’t make out in the dark. He flexes his gloved hands and kicks off his shoes, dropping his jacket on the floor with a softthump.
He climbs onto my bed in his jeans and T-shirt and positions himself on top of me, pinning my arms over my head and straddling my thighs. He leans in close again, and I notice his blinks slowing. The heat is still simmering in his eyes, but there’s exhaustion there too that he can’t hide.
“You look tired.”
“Not your best dirty talk, slut.” He gives me a twitch of a smile. “But, yeah, I am. If I’m being honest, I didn’t sleep last night and I was riding an adrenaline high when I got here, but it’s starting to fade.”
“What if…” I swallow hard, nerves prickling at the back of my neck at the high likelihood of rejection. He might leave again.
“Say it,” he coaxes.
“What if we take a raincheck on another round of rough, wild fucking and you let me take care of you?”
He frowns. “Take care of me how?”
“Let me show you? If you hate it, you can tie me up and crawl out the window again,” I bargain. He huffs another laugh, then slowly nods. “Okay, lay down and take your cock out.”
Spettro hesitates for another second before he climbs off me. He grabs the unused pillow and fluffs it a little, then lies down next to me. The sound of his zipper sends a hot shiver through me. I shimmy down the bed and carefully position myself between his legs, doing my best to avoid touching him. He keeps his eyes on me the whole time with a mixture of curiosity and nerves. That edge of dominance and authority is still there, hardening every second, ready to take over and protect him from feeling vulnerable if he needs to.
“I want to suck you, Sir,” I explain. “Not to get you off, just to make your cock warm and cozy in my mouth while you go to sleep.”
My dick jerks excitedly, but I ignore it. Of course I want to get off, but I want to take care of him more. I saw the look in his eyes when I offered to kill whoever hurt him. No one has made my Spettro feel safe, but I want to. Ineedto.
He swallows hard. “I have nightmares. I could wake up and hurt you.”
“I’m not scared,” I say without hesitation. “You’re safe here, Spettro.Sir.”
“You might be the most dangerous addiction I’ve ever had,” he whispers, and I’m sure he’s about to tuck his hard, throbbing cock away and leave. But instead, he threads his fingers through my hair and tugs me down, fisting the base of his cock and pressing the spongy head to my already parted lips.
I sigh happily as he rocks his hips, filling my mouth with his hot, silky cock. I shift around just a little more to make myself comfortable and rest my head on his thigh. His cock twitches between my lips, spilling a drop of precum onto my tongue.
“That’s good, slut,” he says softly, stroking his fingers through my hair.
I suckle him and watch the way his eyelashes flutter and the tension slowly starts to melt from his face, his body sinking deeper and deeper into the bed as he lets himself relax. My eyelids start to get heavy too, and I don’t fight the urge to close them, sucking gently on Spettro’s cock as we both drift off to sleep.
Chapter
Twelve
ALESSIO
I’m notsurprised to wake up alone in bed, but I am annoyed.
“Are you fucking serious?” I grumble, dragging my fingers through my hair and looking around my bedroom with blurry, sleep-crusted eyes, just in case Spettro is lurking in a corner or something. But, nope, he’s gone. Again. I might start taking this shit personally at some point.
I rub my eyes to clear them and swing my legs over the edge of the tall bed. My pants are pooled on the floor, and I kick them out of the way. My phone tumbles out of the pocket in the process, and I stop to pick it up, then shuffle into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth.
Did he leave because he woke up with his cock still in my mouth and freaked out? Or did he leave because that’s just what he does? The answer feels fucking significant. I rinse my mouth and make my way out into the hallway.
My scattered clothes instantly bring the memory of Spettro’s rough mouth on mine and the feeling of his hand gently pressed against my throat right to the front of my mind.
“You’re my new addiction.”
Fuck, he has no fucking idea how much I relate to that. I’ve never craved someone like this before.
I can’t be bothered to pick up my clothes. I’m too damn focused on getting to the kitchen to find out if he left a note. It’s bright enough with the morning light streaming through the windows, but I scan the counters and don’t see anything out of place, so I flip on the overhead light anyway, just to be sure.
Nothing.