Giorgio (Vigilance 1)

“Wh-what?”

“My cum dripping out of you.”

“Oh, fuck.” He pushed up on his arms, then took hold of the headboard and leaned against it.

I spread his cheeks, and he whimpered. I knew it had to hurt. His skin was still so red. But I also knew he’d like it, and I couldn’t help myself. I loved seeing his hole slack and coated with cum. When I leaned in and licked him, the sound he made—surprise and pleasure mixed together—made my cock twitch even though I was thoroughly spent.

“More,” he begged, his voice shaky.

He didn’t have to ask. I couldn’t stop at just one taste. I pushed my tongue into him, licking and sucking, filling my mouth with cum. Then I rose up, gripped Lane’s chin so he had to turn his head, and kissed him, feeding him my cum.

He reached for me, clinging to my arm and moaning against my lips. He sucked on my tongue like he was desperate for every drop. I was hard again. I reached down and discovered he was most of the way there too.

“I’m going to make you come again.”

“I don’t know if…”

“Hush. Turn over and lean against the headboard.”

“My ass, it’s—”

“I don’t give a fuck if it hurts.”

“I shouldn’t get off on you saying that.”

“Yes, you should. You love it, and I love that you do.”

He shifted position like I’d told him to. I stretched on my stomach, pushed his legs wide open, and took his cock down my throat. In no time, he was fully hard and trying to thrust into my mouth.

I worked him relentlessly, smiling around him, licking, teasing his slit, holding him deep in my throat. His hands fisted in my hair, and he made the most delicious sounds. “Oh my God. I think… Fuck, I think…”

I pulled off just long enough to look at him and smile. “You’re going to come for me.”

I took him back down, and in seconds, he did. I swallowed every drop, licked him clean, and then rose up on my knees and fisted my cock.

His eyes were wide and his mouth open as I worked myself roughly. I was already almost there just from sucking him and drinking his cum. No man had ever turned me on like he did. He was the last man I should want, but I was past the point of no return. He was mine, and I wasn’t going to let him go. If I had to fight his father, I would.

“You’re going to come again too?” I fucking loved the dreamy smile he gave me.

“Fuck yes.”

“Cover me in it. I want to feel it on me.”

“Such a slut.”

“Yes. For you. I can still feel your cum inside me. I want it on my skin too.”

My balls tightened, heat seared through me, and I shot my load over his chest, his stomach, and his spent cock.

He was panting as hard as I was when I finished. “That was… the most fucking incredible thing I’ve… ever experienced.”

I smiled. “I told you, princess. I never miss.”

He rolled his eyes. “So fucking arrogant.”

“It’s just the truth.”

Lane let his head drop back and closed his eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this thoroughly used before.”

“You’re welcome.”

He swung his legs off the side of the bed like he was going to try to stand up.

“No. Lie back down, and I’ll get something to clean you up.”

“I can do it.”

“I said ‘no.’”

“You can’t order me around about everything.”

I raised my brows. “Really?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“All you have to do is listen to me, then there won’t be any trouble.”

“I get the feeling your whole life is about trouble.”

He had me there. “Lie the fuck down.”

He did. I knew Lane had to be exhausted. We hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and I had thoroughly worn him out.

I cleaned myself up, then got a fresh washcloth, wet it with warm water, and brought it to him. He tried to take it from my hand, but I shook my head. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t think when you were hired to protect me it meant—”

“None of this has anything to do with me being paid. I decided you needed my protection, and you’re going to get it. I’m choosing to take care of you.”

“And I don’t get a choice?”

“Not right now. Not after what happened in town.”

I was going to tell him to rest before we talked, but his stomach growled, and I realized it was well into the afternoon. “Get dressed. I’ll find us something to eat.”

I pulled on my jeans and started to walk away, but he called my name. His voice sounded small, and it made my chest tighten. I froze with my hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry I scared you earlier. I’ll try not to do that again.”

“Good.”

I turned to look at him and saw uncertainty in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what would fix it, probably not anything I was willing to say. I was nervous as fuck about what I was feeling for him. I wasn’t ready to say any more than I already had, not until I’d had a moment to clear my head.