by Con Riley
“Jesus Christ, that feels good.”
“There’s no need for profanity. You can call me Marco Fortunato.” He kissed where he’d just bitten.
Aiden smiled, turning as far as he could manage, straining over his shoulder for a kiss that Marco leaned forward to meet. They both shifted until Aiden was on his back with Marco straddling his waist. As Marco’s tongue slid into Aiden’s mouth and his hands pressed flat against Aiden’s biceps, Aiden realized that they now truly had nothing between them.
No secrets at all.
Marco’s fingers, still slick and shiny, trailed their way up his arms to his shoulders, mapping his chest before circling his nipples.
“Are you feeling better?”
Aiden nodded. In the dim light, Marco looked insanely handsome, his skin appearing burnished, and he smiled with open pleasure. He reached down for another kiss, this time sinking into it, stroking his tongue against Aiden’s, drawing out groans as he subtly shifted his ass over Aiden’s cock.
Aiden started to reach up, wanting to pull him even closer.
“No, let me do this for you.” Marco sounded breathless yet determined, palms pressing down on Aiden’s arms again.
Aiden didn’t fight to control what happened next. Instead he put himself in Marco’s hands entirely. Why wouldn’t he? How many times this week had Marco told him what to do? And how many times had that been exactly what he needed? Marco’s bossy instructions set him free to feel instead of constantly overthinking. He lay with Marco above him, his muscles still slack with relaxation even as his cock continued to harden.
“See how much easier this is when you are relaxed? You feel like a different person underneath me.” Marco sounded breathless, touching Aiden’s face, tracing his cheekbones and his lips with the lightest of touches. “Beautiful man.” Marco kissed him as he changed positions, moving between Aiden’s legs until his hand could guide their cocks together.
Aiden’s hips flexed involuntarily, only ceasing their roll when Marco told him to be still.
“Just lie back and feel this.” He grumbled when Aiden’s hips chased pressure again. “Aiden,” he warned, sounding stern. “Close your eyes. Feel us.”
Aiden only managed to keep his eyes closed for a moment, lids rising again when he felt silky hair sweeping down his body. Marco’s bangs touched him lightly as he kissed his way down Aiden’s torso, letting go of their dicks as he pulled back onto his knees. But as his head drew level with Aiden’s belly, the soft tickle of hair made Aiden shiver.
Marco braced himself, one hand on each of Aiden’s hips, as he glanced up to where Aiden had pushed onto his elbows.
“It’s like you can’t help yourself. Do I have to restrain you?” He smiled when Aiden pretended to consider. “You would like that too much, tesoro. I can tell already. It’s fortunate for you that I only play at being dominant, or I would tie you to my bed forever.” His grin broadened at Aiden’s groan after hearing that suggestion. “We can play another time. I predict a great deal of bad behavior requiring punishment in your future. Right now, I just need to fuck you.” His statement was accompanied with wet kisses and sucks, teeth scraping over a hipbone as he worked his way even lower.
Seeing Marco like this—glossy hair glinting in the low light, bangs shadowing his I’m going to do you now expression—made Aiden feel outside of his body. He fell back onto the mattress at Marco’s first kiss on his cock. When it was followed by wet warmth and pure pleasure, his hands found Marco’s hair, smoothing it as Marco blew him.
Aiden’s world reduced to a pinpoint of sublime pleasure. Marco’s mouth was wicked, exerting just enough pressure to pull up precome but not enough to get Aiden off in the quick way he was used to. This was different from club-bathroom blowjobs on so many levels. Instead of rigorous efficiency—both parties aiming to get off before the DJ changed tracks—it seemed as if Marco would be happy to take forever. His long, slow sucks, broken up by moments of too-light jacking, were interspersed with kisses ranging from Aiden’s balls to his belly. As getting head went, this was like a form of willing, awesome torture.
He made the mistake of looking down when Marco paused his movements, catching a glimpse of spit-glossed fingers withdrawing from his mouth. Aiden’s breath caught, and when he next felt Marco’s mouth, he was blown in counterpoint to light strokes around his asshole. He was suddenly as close to coming as he’d ever been, clutching at the sheets as Marco steadily pushed a finger inside him. The thick pile of the towel felt soft between his curled toes when Marco encouraged him to move, knees raised and feet planted farther apart, to accommodate his movements. Marco settled down again, kissing Aiden’s thighs, tongue trailing through the hair there as he worked Aiden open.
Aiden closed his eyes once more. It felt half good to surrender to Marco’s rule over his body, half bad to know what was coming next. What Marco did to him was close to the limits of his experience.
“You still with me, Aiden?”
He nodded, sort of, grimacing as another finger slowly breached him.
“Yes?”
“I’m good. Don’t stop.” Aiden willed his body to get with the program. They’d done this much together already, and it had been a personal high point. So what if he’d told himself for years that topping was the better option. This was Marco, and with him all rules seemed made to be broken. He grunted when Marco pulled out.
“I think our definitions of ‘good’ might be a little different.” Marco sounded amused. He lay over Aiden, angling their hips together. “Sex is meant to be about pleasure, not holding your breath until the worst is over.” He caught a quick kiss, eyes crinkled at the corners and then closing as Aiden pushed up against him. “Don’t try to distract me. It is time for you to follow orders. Roll over.”
Aiden shifted position, getting on his hands and knees while Marco got off the bed and rummaged in a nightstand drawer. At a sharp slap to his ass, Aiden gasped, glaring over his shoulder.
“Do you think I have a ladder hidden somewhere, Aiden?” Marco pushed down on Aiden’s ass. “It’s like you forget that I am the correct size while you are . . . .” He held a hand above his head, then raised it even higher. He jacked his cock after he spoke: long, leisurely strokes that made Aiden wet his lips.
“You want this?” He smiled when Aiden nodded. “Then show some consideration.”
Aiden moved his legs as Marco directed, lying on his front and tilting slightly to one side so he could still access his cock.
“Stroke yourself while I do this, and tell me what you’re thinking.”
That sounded straightforward enough. Aiden puffed when lube-slicked fingers breached him, gasping out that slow would be his preferred speed.
“You got it.” Marco took his time, kissing the backs of Aiden’s thighs as well as the curve of his ass. He waited until Aiden spoke again before moving any faster, only progressing if Aiden asked him nicely, his smile evident in his tone of voice.
By the time Marco had two fingers deep inside and Aiden was shoving back against him, Aiden had lost command of language, groaning and letting out small sounds of broken pleasure each time Marco’s fingers twisted.
When Aiden masked his eyes in the crook of his elbow at the sound of a tearing condom wrapper, Marco lay down beside him.
“Aiden.”
He pretended not to hear him.
“Tesoro mio.”
My darling.
Aiden turned to face him.
“Tell me you are ready. I’m going to make you feel so good. All you have to do is trust me.” Marco made it easy, saying words that resonated somewhere deep in Aiden’s chest. He nodded, and Marco smiled back. “First, I need to kiss you.”
As kisses went, Aiden thought it was incredible, lasting so long that he felt like he must be dreaming. Had he slipped off to sleep right in the middle of foreplay? It felt that way, because everything seemed too easy, from the way Marco’s lips felt dragging across the stubble on his chin to the way his mouth fe
lt pressed against Aiden’s temple.
He kept his eyes closed as Marco moved down the bed again, nudging Aiden’s legs farther apart.
“Up a little, then. Not too much, though. Now is not the time to confront my fear of falling.”
Aiden snorted. So it was in the midst of laughter that he felt Marco slowly push inside him. That sound was quickly stifled as the widest part of Marco’s cock stretched him beyond his expectations. He said so aloud.
“Pah. Things feel much bigger when you cannot see them. I am completely in proportion.” His voice sounded strained. “I promise you; I will not break you.”
One of Marco’s hands gripped Aiden’s hip while the other guided his cock as he started to ease his whole length in. Their groans were loud and synchronized. Marco shuffled forward, pulling back on Aiden’s hips until he was as close as he could get to him. Marco progressed from his first slow and regular thrusting to something faster after Aiden started pushing back, making sounds that were deep and guttural. That increase of speed sent Aiden sprawling forward and was met with a gasp of laughter as Marco pulled out of him.
“Turn over, Aiden. Either I am stronger than I thought, or you are out of practice. ”
Aiden rolled onto his back, letting Marco arrange him to his satisfaction. He drew in a huge breath as Marco slipped inside again, clasping one of Aiden’s legs against his shoulder. He watched Marco’s changing expression. Concentration bled into a mask of pleasure before turning into something close to desperation the longer they fucked. Marco’s thrusts slowed to a sinuous, slow hip roll.
“You feel so good, Aiden. I don’t want to come yet, but—” He faltered, shoving Aiden’s leg down and resting his forehead on Aiden’s chest, his shoulders heaving with exertion. “It’s been a while for me. I’m not sure I can hang on.”
Aiden wrapped his arms around this gorgeous man who bossed and laughed as he loved him. He leaned forward, neck straining, stealing a desperate kiss before having to stop to catch his breath.
Marco puffed out a breath too, angling his hips before easing out, then in, slowly repeating his abbreviated movements before shuddering to another halt.
“No.” Marco spoke to himself, chastising himself firmly in Italian before nodding with determination. He pushed himself upright again, spread his knees, sat back on his heels, and pulled Aiden’s legs over his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut, then drew in a long, slow breath. His next thrusts came at a different angle.
“Oh, motherfucking fuck.” Aiden flung his head back.
“That is appalling language.” Marco’s voice sounded fractured, as did his following laughter. He echoed his previous movement, grinning at Aiden’s white-knuckled grip on the sheets. When he wrapped his hand around Aiden’s cock, jacking it as he fucked him, Aiden finally shouted, his come spilling over Marco’s fingers.
Aiden’s last jerks as he came twisted him apart from Marco, who tore at the condom, cursing when it seemed to be stuck to his skin before finally coming free with a noisy snap. He took hold of himself and jacked off over Aiden’s still-spasming belly, quickly mixing his own come with the spatters already pooled there. By the time Marco had stroked the last drops out, shuddering with pleasure, Aiden was up on his elbows, his hair a mess, his cheeks flushed rosy pink.
Aiden flipped their positions and took Marco down to the mattress, wrapping him in a tight, sweaty embrace and kissing him repeatedly. Marco was still breathing heavily by the time Aiden got done with him and rolled over on his back. They lay side by side amidst bedsheets that were a tangled mess, heart rates gradually slowing, fingers threaded together.
Aiden turned to face Marco, but he was looking in the other direction, revealing damp strands of dark hair curling around his ear. Marco’s chest steadily rose and fell, mirroring the pulse that Aiden watched thrumming at the base of his throat, a steady beat that captured his attention.
A car distracted Aiden for a moment as it passed outside the bedroom window, slowing as it turned into a nearby driveway—other people getting on with life as usual.
He looked again at Marco.
Perhaps he could have a normal life now, average and ordinary, with someone special just for him.
That had seemed an impossibility for almost his entire adult life.
Inside Aiden, something slowly shifted into alignment, leaving him feeling less hollow, making his heart race.
He didn’t know what their future held. There was still so much messed-up stuff to deal with. But if Marco thought they had a future, he’d trust his judgment.
Thinking that way made it suddenly hard to swallow.
He cleared his throat, then decided to take a de Luca fearless course of action.
“Love you, Marco.”
At Marco’s uncharacteristic silence, Aiden pushed up on his elbow so he could see his face.
Marco slept like a baby, his lips curved up at the corners.
Chapter Nineteen
Marco woke him the next morning with cheek kisses, strong coffee, and far-too-loud conversation. Aiden decided that, if this was how Marco handled early-morning wake-up calls, they were something he’d happily get used to. He kissed Marco to shut him up. Then he lay back, yawning.
“It’s a beautiful day, tesoro.”
Aiden’s slow blinks made Marco nudge him. “Come on now. The day is wasting. Hurry up and drink your coffee.” He slipped away from Aiden’s attempt to hold him in one place, crossing instead to fling open the curtains. The room flooded with golden sunlight.
“See? Glorious.” He rolled the R with satisfaction, sounding pleased with himself, as if he’d chased away the clouds single-handed. He looked smug too, standing there slowly scratching his belly and surveying the backyard as if it were his empire.
Aiden heard the way his own words came out sounding moody. “It’s sometimes clear like this first thing in the morning. You came to Seattle at a deceptive time of year. Just you wait. It’s gonna rain later on today, and then for the next eight months straight.”
He shut himself up by going to the bathroom.
He was only in a snit because he had to go and see his mother.
That wasn’t Marco’s fault.
When he came back and settled again on the bed, Marco was still looking out the window.
Aiden took a gulp of just-right coffee, then quickly drank the rest.
“Thank you.” He raised the cup when Marco turned toward him.
“You’re welcome.” Marco examined the sky again. “It doesn’t look as if rain is coming.”
“Ignore me. You know how I am in the morning. I just mean that it does rain a whole lot here.”
Marco shook his head in what looked like disappointment.
“You say that as if it is a bad thing.” Marco walked back to the bed. “Maybe bad weather is a business opportunity. What do people do here when it rains so much?”
“The same as they do now, only wearing rain-resistant clothing.”
“There!” Marco sounded delighted. “It’s time someone made the men here look more sexy. I shall investigate suppliers of waterproof clothing and see what I can come up with.”
Aiden dreaded to think, picturing people dressed head to toe in spray-on shiny rubber.
“You have already dismissed me. Don’t pretend you haven’t. Spotting gaps in the market and then finding a way to fill them is how I keep myself busy.” Marco climbed onto the end of the bed, slowly advancing on Aiden until he was only inches from his face. His next words were a low growl. “You should pay more attention to me.”
Aiden wasn’t sure that was even possible. Marco sucked up all of his attention simply by existing.
“You should learn to take advice.”
Maybe Aiden should, especially if someone who wanted him to be happy gave that advice so freely.
“And you should hurry up and kiss me.”
Aiden did, sharing kisses that were toothpaste and coffee flavored as he reclined against the pillows. Marco had pulled on som
e boxer briefs before getting up that morning, and Aiden slipped his fingers underneath the waistband at the small of Marco’s back. He pulled him even closer.
The sensation of Marco grinding over him made Aiden hold him tighter, his fingers pressing into ass cheeks that looked so good in a Speedo and felt even better. He shifted, pushing at Marco’s boxers, wanting more skin-on-skin contact very, very badly.
Marco helped him, kneeling up as he straddled Aiden’s legs, one hand braced on Aiden’s shoulder. He shoved his underwear down and then swapped the hand that balanced him as he freed them from his legs. When he was done, he knelt there, erection pointing right at Aiden’s chest, and then leaned down to kiss him.
His tongue felt amazing, Aiden decided, grasping the back of Marco’s head with one hand while his other found his ass again. Yeah, that felt amazing too, rounded yet firm, flexing where Aiden’s fingers gripped him. He gradually let go of Marco’s head, fingers trailing through his sleek hair before falling to his shoulder. He pulled Marco down onto his lap.
He quit kissing Marco’s lips, angling instead for a mouthful of the flesh between his neck and shoulder. It tightened as Marco’s head tilted to allow more access, and Aiden heard as well as felt the vibration of his guttural groaning. He nipped experimentally, smiling against Marco’s skin as he felt and heard that deep groan once more.
Marco caught him by the chin, making slightly wild eye contact. “Do not bite me unless you’re going to fuck me.” His words sounded like a warning. “I can’t take such teasing.”
This was useful information. Aiden nodded, taking in the quickening of Marco’s breathing and the way he tilted his ass to fit Aiden’s palm even better.
“I’m not teasing.” Aiden traced the tip of his tongue up Marco’s neck to the base of his ear, stopping just below and sucking. Marco’s reaction was magic. His full-body shiver and nipples tightening without being touched were pretty good indicators of what got him off.
