What the fuck was all that about? Is that why Alessio was in that forum? Not out of personal interest but because he’s trying to figure out who The Ghost is? Why do the Morettis want to know? Something tells me it’s not so they can give me a medal for cleaning up the city.
Maybe I should lie low until I find out why the Morettis are so interested in me. I fucking hate the thought of any of theSleepless Reapers having a single extra day above ground, but if I’ve pissed off Lorenzo somehow, I could end up dead. And I doubt I’ll get a second chance this time around.
Chapter
Thirteen
ALESSIO
Hot water cascadesdown my back, washing away the long, tedious week I’ve spent counting down the days to Friday. The smell of my cedar and amber bodywash permeates the bathroom, but all I can think about is the scent of leather and lust that’s been haunting my fantasies since the last time I saw Spettro. A few times I’ve even sworn I could smell it, smellhim, while I was walking down the street. But I’m sure it’s just another sign of my deepening obsession.
I give my half-hard cock a few quick strokes with my soapy hand, resisting the urge to linger and indulge in a filthy daydream or two about my Spettro. I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun of the night ahead. I pour more soap into my hand and lather it up again before reaching back to slide my sudsy fingers between my ass cheeks. My cock swells reflexively and the nerve endings in my rim and all throughout my body spark to life, sending a hot, needy shiver through me. I do my best to keep it all business, working my fingers into my hole, the soap creating a slight burn.
My insides clench and a moan slips from between my lips. I should have tried to convince Spettro to come over a little earlier so he could help get me all squeaky clean for our date. I doubt we would have made it back out of my apartment tonight if I had though. With one more quiet groan, I tug my fingers out of my relaxed hole and reach for the lube and plug I have waiting on the shower shelf for me.
I turn off the water and then squirt a generous amount of lube onto the rounded tip of the plug. Spettro texted me an hour ago to get myself ready for him, and since he didn’t specify, I’m hoping he’ll like my interpretation of the command. I brace one hand against the slick, tiled wall and bend over to make things easier. I chose one of my smaller plugs tonight, enough to tease me and have me ready for him at a moment’s notice, but not so big that it will be uncomfortable to have in all night. And the biggest benefit to this particular plug is sitting on the bathroom counter.
I gasp as it breaches the ring of muscles and slides into place. When I straighten up, it nudges at my prostate just enough to keep my cock half-swollen and my skin hot and sensitive with anticipation. I step out of the shower and grab a towel to dry off. On the counter, right next to the handy little control I’ll give to Spettro when he gets here, my phone lights up with an incoming text notification. I stare at it for a few seconds without picking it up or moving closer to see whose name is on the notification.
I hope it’s Spettro, telling me he’s on his way or texting me something filthy to pique my excitement before he gets here. But what if it’s Lorenzo or Xaviaro or any of the rest of the guys? This isn’t exactly a nine-to-five job, and the on-call schedule is a real bitch. As in, you take the call or you’re in deep shit.
I sling my towel around my shoulders and reluctantly pick up my phone. I let out a sigh of relief as soon as I see Spettro’s name.
SPETTRO: Don’t get dressed, I have a surprise for you.
I grin and bend over the bathroom counter to snap a quick picture. It takes me a couple of tries to get one that’s the right angle and not too blurry to make out, but once I do, I send it to him with a reply.
ALESSIO: If it’s a vibrating plug that you’ll keep the remote to all night, I’ve already got it covered.
He doesn’t respond, but less than a minute later, there’s a knock at my door. I told security I was expecting him so they wouldn’t have to buzz me when he got here. I grab the remote off the counter, drop my towel on the floor to deal with later, and pick up a pistol from the side table in the living room with a smirk on my way to answer the door. I whip open the door and shove my gun under his chin before he has a chance to react.
“Oh, it’s you,” I tease. “Just trying to be more careful like you wanted. Who knows what kind of unhinged psychopath could be knocking at my door.”
His expression stays bored, but a spark of amusement dances in his eyes.
“Smartass,” he mutters, grabbing my wrist and forcing me to lower the gun.
Then he takes a step inside, making me scramble back if I want to avoid getting my bare feet crushed under his sturdyboots. He has a white garment box tucked under one arm that I eye with interest. He kicks the door closed behind him, releasing his grasp on my wrist and moving it to my throat instead. My pulse spikes and my cock twitches as he backs me up all the way into the living room, his lips just close enough to tease me with the promise of a kiss.
When I bump against the back of the leather chair, he peels his fingers off of my throat and holds his hand open expectantly.
“Let me see.”
I glance down at the pistol I’m holding loosely at my side and he chuckles.
“The remote, slut.”
“Oh, right.” I drop the gun onto the chair behind me and place the controller in his open hand.
He has his gloves on, as usual, and my mouth waters with the urge to sink to my knees and have him shove his fingers into my mouth like he did the night we met. He runs his thumb along the buttons on the remote and my whole body vibrates with anticipation, wondering which he’ll push, if he’ll push any of them at all or if he’ll make me wait until we’re at the club before he tests them out.
“Turn around and bend over, I want to see.”
I scramble to do as he says, bracing my hands on the back of the chair and spreading my legs so he’ll get a good look. The smallest tingle of vulnerability works its way through me, making my cock harder and my insides clench around the smooth silicone of the plug.
I never wonder why so many of us in Lorenzo’s inner circle prefer to submit when we’re not at work. It’s fucking exhausting being intimidating and dangerous and in control all day long. Bending over for Spettro without knowing what he’ll do is better than a vacation. It’s pure fucking ecstasy.
He makes a hungry sound in his throat, and without warning, the vibrations start inside of me. I’m not surprised that he doesn’t pick the low setting, instead going right for the highest, most intense vibrations right out of the gate. I yelp at the sudden sensation though, my cock swelling to full stiffness instantly and my hole instinctively clenching around the plug. The clench only presses the tip of it right up against my prostate, making my eyes roll back and my toes curl against the smooth wood floor.