Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

He drove into me then, hard and rough, just the way I wanted it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he lifted me until I was straddling him. He fisted his hands in my hair and held me as he kissed me, his tongue fucking deep into my mouth. I rode him hard, taking him deep on every stroke. I needed to be filled, needed him as far inside me as he could go. He let go of my hair, but he never broke the kiss. He gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, making it possible for him to go even deeper. “Fuck me, Angel. Please. Please, I need…”

I arched my back so my cock could rub against him. I needed friction, but I didn’t want to let go of him. I didn’t want anything between us. My fingers pressed into his shoulders so hard it probably hurt, but I loved the feel of his strength. I needed that contact almost as much as I needed his dick inside me.

We were slick with sweat, and our bodies slid easily along each other. Angelo somehow maneuvered himself so he could lie back. He shifted his grip on my hips and thrust up, driving into me as I brought my body down, taking him again and again.

“Come for me now, Cameron. Cover me in it.”

I reached for my cock, and a few strokes later, I cried out as cum shot from me so hard it went all the way to Angelo’s neck. When I was completely drained, I slid my fingers through the slippery mess I’d made on his abdomen. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to his mouth, licking it clean.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Cam.” He rolled us over so he was on top again. I wrapped my legs around him, trying to hold him against me. He pounded into me, and in seconds he was coming too. When he was finished, he collapsed on top of me, and we lay there sweat soaked and breathing hard.

The sun was going down, and the light in the room was dim, but when he finally rose off me, I could still see the emotion in his eyes. I reached up, cupped his face, and brushed his hair back from his forehead.

“Did you get what you wanted?” he asked.

“Yes, and I don’t regret it.”

“Good. I haven’t forgotten you were late to meet me, though. That, you will regret but not until much later.”

“Will I?” I thought about how every punishment Angelo had given me had turned me on as much as him fucking me did.

He grinned. “You were made to surrender to me. You were also made to be stubborn about it, but there’s no reason why we shouldn’t enjoy that.”

“You make it all sound so simple.”

“It could be.”

I wished I could accept things as easily as Angelo—the things his family did, the way I felt about him, my need to obey him, the way I melted when he took care of me. There was nothing simple about any of that for me. “Shouldn’t paying a debt be a thing you regret?”

Angelo shrugged. “I’ve never been one to play by the rules. I’ve always thought it’s better to take advantage of every situation you find yourself in.”

“I thought I was taking advantage of a new start by coming back to sell the bakery. I was going to use the money to do… something for myself. Then I saw the place, and my memories of it felt like tangible things.”

Then Angelo had shown up: a truly tangible memory, one I’d thought I wanted to forget. What if I let go of my inhibitions and enjoyed the fuck out of my time with him? What if I let him help me, let him take care of me? The bakery would be better off, and I would have months of the best sex of my life. Angelo wasn’t as bad as I’d thought he was, and he was so fucking good at knowing what I liked.

“I’ve always liked rules. I like to know where I stand, what to expect. Ever since I came back to Boston, I haven’t known shit about what’s going on with my life. Maybe I need some new rules.”

Angelo slid from my body and pushed back to sit on his knees. “Maybe you do. But before we talk anymore about that, I need a shower and something to eat.”

“We just ate at the park.”

“We must have burned off all those calories, probably more.” As if to demonstrate how desperate he was for food, his stomach growled.

“Is there food here? Is it okay with your uncle if we eat it?”

Angelo snorted. “No telling what the old bastard might have left here. If I can’t find something, we’ll order takeout.”

We showered together, and the sight of Angelo wet, water droplets cascading over his tattooed shoulders and sliding over the ridges of his abs had my cock trying to come back to life. I really was too exhausted for another round, though, and despite having teased him about it, I was hungry too. We managed to mostly focus on getting clean with occasional straying hands. Angelo found some towels in the linen closet. He did a hasty job of drying himself, wrapped one around his waist, and told me he was going to go rummage in the kitchen.