Did I really think he was going to stay with me after this was all over, though? He was so not relationship material, and yet… Earlier today it had felt like a lot more than just sex between us. But if Giorgio couldn’t even tell me what he really did, what his past had been like, how could things work? How could we have the kind of open, honest relationship I wanted?
Finally, I lay down and pulled the covers over me. Mittens curled into a circle at my feet where she usually slept. My stomach rumbled as I tried to get comfortable. I’d told Giorgio I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t been then, but I’d also just wanted to be alone.
I heard the low murmur of voices; Giorgio was talking to Devil. There was a fucking mobster in my apartment along with an assassin. How the hell had this happened?
I shuddered as I thought about what could have happened if I hadn’t had protection. I was lucky to be alive. If I’d gone to that party with Alan… I shuddered and pulled the covers tighter around me.
I tried not to let myself dwell on those potential consequences, but I ended up running all kinds of horrible scenarios through my mind until, body heavy with exhaustion, I finally fell asleep.
Sometime later, I heard a noise. I tensed, ready to take action, before I realized it was Giorgio coming into my room. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
He slipped into the bed with me, spooned around me, and pulled me close, kissing the back of my neck and stroking his hand up and down my chest. I snuggled back against him, enjoying his warm touch. I was scared, frustrated, and unsure how this could all be resolved, but I wanted Giorgio. Could I figure out a way to hold on to him?
He nibbled the back of my neck and slid one of his hands into my hair. I pushed back against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock against my ass. He bit down harder, and I whimpered.
“You’re awake now, aren’t you?” I shivered as his warm breath tickled my neck.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kissed his way down my body. When he reached the waistband of my pants, he pushed me onto my back and settled between my legs before tugging on my pants and pulling them off. He peeked up at me from under the covers. “Relax and enjoy this.”
Before I could respond, he swallowed my cock all the way to the root.
“Fuck,” I reached for him, pushing the covers off so I could watch as he sucked me. I slid my hands into his hair. I thought he would seize my wrists and pin them to the mattress, but he let me hold on to him.
He pulled back and licked the underside of my cock, teasing me as he fondled my balls. When he took me down again, I couldn’t stop myself from arching up and thrusting into him. I wanted him so badly. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of him.
He pulled off long enough to say, “You don’t have to hold back. This is all for you. I can take anything you want to do to me.”
I tightened my grip on his hair—loving the way the thick strands felt around my fingers—and thrust harder, driving myself into his throat.
He groaned around my shaft, which made me need him even more. God, his mouth felt good. This was going to be over way too fucking fast.
He reached under me and gripped my ass, holding me in place. I groaned as he sucked even harder.
“I’m going to come… So close… I… I can’t hold back.”
He didn’t pull back, so I let the pleasure of his mouth consume me. I vaguely remembered that Devil was probably still in the living room, so I grabbed my pillow, pulling it over my mouth to muffle my cry as I came, letting Giorgio have everything. When I was completely drained, I slumped back against the mattress and pushed the pillow away. My breath came in ragged gasps, and the room seemed to spin around me.
Giorgio held my gaze as he cleaned my cock, licking me until I was so sensitive even his soft lips were too much. I squirmed, trying to get away, but he held me firmly.
“I’m not done with you.”
His eyes were dark, and I shivered at the heat in them. “I don’t ever want you to be done with me.”
His eyes widened. “I don’t know if… if I…”
I shook my head. “Don’t say anything. Just do whatever you want with me.”
“Don’t move.”
I didn’t.
He dug through his backpack, which he must have brought with him when he came to bed. After a few seconds, he pulled out a packet of lube and used it to slick up his cock. “I need to be inside you.”