Page 48 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
Chapter 22
This is the bestorgasm I’ve had in my entire life. I kind of blank out halfway through it, collapsing against Chai, who’s still trying to catch his breath. I mouth kisses along his lower back, my cock pulsing and spilling on the fancy bedsheets.
We lie like this for minutes, soaking up each other’s warmth and hectic heartbeats until the stickiness under me becomes too uncomfortable. Running my fingers along the curve of his ass, I give him a firm squeeze.
He purrs beneath me, the sound of his contentment reverberating through my body.
“I need a shower and I imagine you do, too,” I say, propping myself on my elbows and crawling up his sprawled form while I trace kisses along the bumps of his spine.
His back is tattooed, the design extending all the way to his wrists and the cleft of his ass. It’s tri-colored with black, red and a bluish green, depicting a dragon swimming through a pond of lotuses at the summit of amountain that turns into swirly vines and snakes along his arms. It’s beautiful.
“And whose fault is that?” Chai says, crossing his arms under his head.
Mine. I’m the one that made such a mess of him.
Giddiness settles over me as I drink him in. Tickling goosebumps erupt across my skin, the sensation pleasant rather than alarming. He tries to hold off a smile as our gazes meet, leftover lust still lingering in his dark eyes. I reach for his face, stroking his angular jaw and flicking a strand of dark hair off his cheek before I follow the contours of his lips with my forefinger. His eyes flutter closed as he opens his mouth. His tongue finds my finger, engulfing it in wet heat.
I slide my other hand between his ass cheeks, rubbing his crease. He pushes his hips back, lifting his lower body and causing me to crawl up to my knees so I can accommodate for the change in position. One glance at his semi-hard cock sends a thrill of pleasure down to my balls.
I sit on my haunches and lift his ass even higher so I can get a better look. His dick jerks, precum leaking. His balls hang between his legs, and there is something mesmerizing about them. They are on the bigger side, but not too big so they look saggy. I’ve never really cared about other dudes’ dicks or balls, but just looking at Chai’s makes me wanna touch them.
I lick my lips, swallowing, and give my cock a few quick strokes. Chai’s eyes follow the movement of my hand, his head craned to the side so he can look at me. I don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs when I squeeze my tip, or the way his breathing skews as I grip the base.
“I want to suck your dick,” he says, turning the blood in my veins to fire.
“Yeah?” I rasp, giving his ass a grope.
He blinks slowly, arching his back. The movement causes his balls to sway and his cock to hit his stomach. I do what I’ve been wanting to and fondle them, pulling a little and rubbing the base of his shaft.
“Yeah… I watched some videos.”
I smile and drag my fingers up, using his precum to make it easier and more pleasant for him. A whimper escapes his lips when I pass over his hole, which pulls my attention to it. It’s small and the skin around it is puckered but soft. I press experimentally, applying some pressure, but not really trying to breach him. His body tenses and his hole clenches, relaxing when I rub gently around it. Anticipation flips my stomach upside down, images of my cock sliding slowly inside him as his ass eats it up taking me to painfully throbbing in seconds.
“And what kinds of videos were they?” I ask, rubbing him with a little more force now.
He shudders, taking a hissy breath. “Between men.”
I suppress a shiver of delight at my next question. “Did you imagine me and you? Did that make you hard?”
He muffles a moan by biting on his lip. I slide my other hand under him, grasping his dick. It’s smooth and clean shaven like his ass and the rest of his body. I wonder if it’s something he usually does.
Or did he do it because he thought I’d like it?
My mind reels at that scenario. I grab his waist and pull him up, forcing him to sit between my legs. His arms shoot up, coiling around my neck when his back crashes into my chest.
“Spread your legs,” I say, twisting his left nipple as I wrap my other arm around his waist and capture his mouth at the same time.
He bucks, but does as told, giving me access to his front. Groaning as I tangle our tongues together, I start jerking him off, going for fast and intense strokes. He struggles to keep up with the kiss, breaking off moans and gasps as he tries to get enough air into his lungs.
He’s gorgeous, the way he’s letting me unravel him. It’s like we are on the same wavelength, like he can tell exactly what I need and how I need it. It’s mind-blowing and it makes my desire for him stronger even though the taste I got not half an hour ago should’ve been enough to stifle that titillating need.
I break the kiss, licking his ear. “God, you are so unbelievably sexy right now, Chai. I wish I could show you.”
He trembles, the shiver that racks through him raising my hackles. “In my penthouse… There is a mirror on the wall across from my bed.”
I speed up my hand, my dick trying and failing to get even harder while it’s trapped between us. I’m dying to shove it in his small hole, but we’ve got no lube or condoms. I also don’t want to hurt him or make his first time anything but amazing for him. I want this to be the best sex he’s ever had so he keeps coming back for more, so he gets hard just thinking about me.Like I do whenever he pops into my mind.
“Is that an invitation?”
