It’s even better when he sinks down onto me, slow and easy, until his asshole is clamped right down at the base of my shaft, my whole dick buried inside him. I reach up and run my hands over his chest, pinching at his nipples as he starts to rock, just a gentle back and forth that makes me groan.
He hasn’t taken his eyes off of my face.
I can’t take mine off of his. How did I not see it before, such rare beauty? Or was it always there and I was just too blind to see it? I reach up to trace the line of his jaw, and he turns his head to kiss my palm. Such a sweet, small gesture, but it makes my cock jump inside him.
He leans down to brush his lips over mine, and I need to kiss him again. I grab the back of his neck, angle his head just right, and plunder his mouth. There’s no gentleness in it, just raw need, a hunger so sharp it borders on violence. It’s a stark contrast to the slow, languid way he rides me. But he meets me kiss for kiss, his tongue dueling with mine, hands gripping my shoulders hard.
I know this is wrong.
I know it.
But I can’t stop myself. Can’t stop the betrayal of my father’s ghost, can’t pretend this is anything but surrender. And it’s breaking my heart at the same time Caligula Clemenza is filling it up, making me feel something for the first time since...
Since thirteen.
He figured me out, this clever little Clemenza. He knows exactly what I am. Even threw it in my face when we got back from the Obelisk, just to make me fuck him. Told me I was a coward.
He’s more right than he knows.
But here and now, with him riding me so good, that tight little asshole milking me just right, I can’t do anything but let Caligula take his pleasure. He’s going faster now, finding the friction he needs, and I rock up to meet him, to push deeper, to find thatsweet spot inside that makes him groan and throw his head back.
He rides me with a wild abandon, something in his eyes keeping me pinned in place while he does, so that all I can do is lie there and let him use me. God knows I’ve done it enough to him. A little payback might be good for him.
Might take that desperation out of his face.
I reach up to touch him, slide a hand over his cheek, a little worried at the intensity. “You okay?”
“Harder,” he gasps out.
My back’s getting sore, the stitches tugging at my skin, but I can only obey. I thrust hard up into him, that sweet knot gripping my dick like it never wants to let me go. I thrust into him again and again until he falls forward, one hand on the wall and the other on my chest as he braces himself.
He lets me fuck him like that until he’s right on the edge, his cock drizzling and leaking all over my belly, and then he changes the pace again, slowing so he can lean down to my mouth, present his for more kissing.
I take the chance eagerly. I never knew kissing could be so addictive, but Caligula Clemenza is the most potent drug I’ve ever tried. My tongue slides into his mouth as he reaches back to pull my legs up, drive me deeper into him.
I’ve never felt so connected to another person in my life.
So close to him that I feel every heartbeat, every breath. The scent of our sweat and sex fills the air, and I want to bottle it, keep it with me forever. His skin is hot and slick under my handsas I grip his hips, his muscles bunching and relaxing with every movement. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt.
He pulls away from my mouth just to say, “I’m close, Dami. I’m so close…”
My own orgasm is building too, a tight, hot coil at the base of my spine. My balls are drawing up. A tingling starts at the back of my thighs. I drop a hand to his dick and he arches back. It only takes a few tugs and then he’s there, splashing all over my chest and stomach. I keep pumping into him until I empty myself, filling him with so much of my spunk that it’s trickling out and making a mess of the sheets.
He collapses onto me, panting. And I hold him, stroking that soft hair while our breathing evens out. We roll over onto our sides eventually, and his lips find their way back to mine, kissing and kissing like we can’t get enough of each other.
“Dami,” he murmurs against my mouth at last. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For teaching me so many valuable lessons.”
I push him back a little, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
He smiles. But it’s a private smile, not aimed at me. “Well, I’m definitely not a virgin anymore.”
“Is that…okay?” I ask.
“Of course,” he assures me. “I mean, it had to happen sooner or later, right? I had to lose my innocence eventually.” I’m about to snort and tell him ‘innocence’ is not a word I associate with him, when he kisses me again. “I’m just glad it happened with you,” he says after, his voice all soft and sweet.