SPETTRO
I’m still notsure Alessio’s apartment feels like home, but I have to admit that there’s something nice about the view of the city from the large windows, a plume of smoke from the smoldering fire a couple of dozen blocks away still obscuring the skyline. I smile and enjoy the feeling of peace sinking into my bones as I shrug out of my jacket and toe off my shoes.
I turn around to find Alessio lingering a few steps behind me, his shoes already gone too and his T-shirt shed somewhere, leaving him in his leather harness and a pair of jeans that sit low on his hips. The bulge I’ve spent hours teasing has softened since we left the club, but I’m not worried about getting it back. The needy, heavy look in his eyes is all the proof I need that he’s prepared to sink to his knees with his hands behind his back or take off his jeans and bend over the couch. Anything I ask, he’ll thank me for the chance to submit.
I want something else tonight though, and Alessio is the only person I’ll ever trust enough to give it to me. I toss my jacket across the back of the couch and move into Alessio’s space,breathing in the faint smell of his familiar cologne mixed with the clinging scent of smoke and a hint of leather. I cup his jaw with my bare hand, and his eyelids flutter, his whole body swaying another inch closer to mine.
“You promised you’d tell me about the future if I came back safe,” I remind him, dragging my thumb absently against the grain of his stubble and slowly walking him backward through the living room, down the dim hallway towards the bedroom.
There aren’t any windows in the hallway, and without any lights on I can’t see his face. But I can feel the flex of the muscles that pull his lips into a smile, and I dart my tongue out to taste the curve of it in the dark.
“I was bluffing, Spettro. I don’t have the first clue what the future looks like. I just wanted to give you incentive to stay safe and come back to me before you went into the viper den.”
We reach the bedroom door, already open just an inch, letting a sliver of moonlight into the hallway, and I back him through it. The bed is neatly made, the silk sheets giving off a hint of a shine from the reflection of the moon and the city lights outside.
“I guess we’ll have to figure it out together, then,” I murmur, bringing my mouth to his so I can get a proper taste of him this time, sliding my tongue between his lips and drinking down the quiet, hungry sound he lets out.
I know he likes it rough, and there will be plenty of nights for that—decades of them if it’s up to me. Tonight, he can suffer through the torture of deep, slow, lingering kisses that don’t have an ounce of bite to them. He moans, the sound vibrating around my tongue, and he hooks his fingers tentatively into my belt loops, careful to keep his knuckles or any other part of his skin away from mine. His cock stiffens with every lazy drag of my tongue, pressing against my hip while mine aches against the muted heat of his thigh.
I break the kiss and he whimpers in protest. The power I feel making a man like Alessio utter such desperate sounds could topple whole cities. I grab my T-shirt by the back of the collar and tug it over my head, then I wrap my hand gently around his throat and kiss him harder this time, sucking his bottom lip roughly to earn another obscenely horny whine from him. Every sound he makes thrums under my palm and makes my cock throb a little stiffer.
I wrap the fingers of my free hand around his wrist, tugging on it until he relaxes his fingers and they slip out of my belt loop. A tingle of nerves shivers under my skin, the animal part of my brain already setting off a low-level alarm in an attempt to protect me. I don’t need protection from Alessio though. Every inch of my conscious mind knows that, and the only way the rest of my body and brain will believe it is for me to prove it to myself.
His hand is limp and pliant until I pull it close and press it against my bare stomach. His fingers curl, digging lightly into my skin, and he inhales sharply with surprise against my lips.
“Sir,” he murmurs as I move my hand from his throat to grab his other wrist and do the whole thing over again, pressing his warm, trembling hand to my chest with no barrier between us.
The slightest urge to recoil ripples through me, and I open my eyes, my nose still notched next to Alessio's, our heavy breaths mingling in the minuscule space between our mouths. His eyes are on me, dark and soft with all the same nerves I’m feeling. He’s perfectly still, touching me so lightly I’m not convinced that his hands are fully on me at all, ready to pull them back at a moment’s notice if I tell him to.
I swallow hard, my heart thundering wildly and erratically as I feel all those animal parts of my brain start to settle as they slowly realize that I’m not in any danger.
“I don’t want the last memory I ever have of someone’s hands on my skin to belong to them,” I rasp. “I want you to touch me,Alessio. Only you. I want the feeling of your fingers to erase all the others.”
“Spettro,” he whispers with a hitch in his voice, tentatively making small circles against my skin with his thumbs. “Everywhere?”
A chuckle lodges in my tight throat and I nod. “Unless I tell you to stop.”
“Of course.” He pecks a brief kiss to my lips. “Will you take off the rest of your clothes and lay down?”
I nod again and hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, feeling the slide of his silk briefs against my fingertips.
“You too.”
For the few seconds it takes to strip out of the rest of our clothes, I can feel his phantom touch, and a long-dormant, terrified part of me already misses it, craves it, urges me to hurry the hell up so I can feel it again.
I slide onto the cool, soft sheets that instantly warm to match the heat of my skin, and I look over to find Alessio waiting next to the bed with the moonlight behind him creating a halo glow around his naked body. His hard cock is swinging mouthwateringly between his legs, his eyes on mine but his head bowed just enough to remind me that just because I made myself vulnerable by asking him to touch me doesn’t mean anything else about our dynamic has changed.
“Where’s your vibrating plug, slut?”
He grins and tilts his head towards the bedside table right next to him.
“Do you want it, Sir?”
Any lingering doubts or nerves I had melt away and my cock throbs eagerly.
“Get it,” I command. “And the lube,” I add, just in case that wasn’t obvious. I kneel in the middle of the bed with my cock in hand, stroking myself slowly as he pulls out what I asked for andsets them on the bed. “Good. Now, I want you on the bed, face down, ass up so I can taste that slutty hole of yours before I stuff it nice and full for you.”
His cock visibly jerks, a pearl of precum rolling off of his tip and stretching down, down, down until it drips onto the floor between his feet. He scrambles onto the bed and gets into position with his face in my pillow and his ass cheeks naturally parting with the spread of his knees. His balls swing between his thighs, and I reach between his legs to give his cock one teasing stroke.