Chapter Twelve

Stefano

The thought of having this man all to himself for the night increased the hungry need in his touch.

Stefano turned the tables and rolled them so Rossi was on the bottom. Before the man could counter with another move, Stefano ran his hands up the inside of Rossi’s legs. The muscles jumped beneath his touch as he swept his hands up over Rossi’s rock-hard stomach. Feeling the quiver of abs jump, Stefano kissed up from Rossi’s stomach to his chest and encircled each nipple, taking each nub into his mouth. Rossi groaned and gripped his hair in a fist—forcing his mouth down harder. Stefano panted, licking and biting his way upward.

Rasping his scruffy cheeks over Rossi’s collarbone and up the side of his neck, nudging the man’s head back, he closed his mouth over Rossi’s Adam’s apple.

“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind,” Rossi’s throat moved with the harshly spoken words.

Stefano leaned up and kissed the man’s lips and felt his own sting from Rossi’s repeated kisses.

Stefano licked at his lips, and through half closed lids, sexy as fuck gold-colored eyes caught and held his.

With shaking hands, Stefano mapped Rossi’s skin on his way back down. Holding the man’s hooded gaze, Stefano closed his mouth around the tip of Rossi’s cock and then took him to the root. Rossi made a rough sound and gripped his hair. Stefano lifted off the cock and then pressed the head against his tongue, again taking Rossi’s dick to the base before running his lips and mouth over the flared head to lick at the slit.

Rossi surged in his grip and then rolled them. Stefano’s back hit the mattress and his hands caught the man’s hips.

Rossi slapped around the nightstand and came up with condoms and lube.

“Where’d you get those?” He eyed the paraphernalia.

“At the head shop.”

“Wait…” Stefano laughed and then frowned—head shops sold pot. “The head shop sells condoms and lube? Why didn’t you just go to a Walmart?”

“Well, Walmart doesn’t have porn booths.”

“Porn booths?” Stefano’s pursed his lips.

He couldn’t be sure if Rossi was kidding or not, but the thought of going back to the head shop and watching porn with Rossi had him grinding upward.

“Just how long have you been planning to fuck me, Giovanni Rossi?” he teased, running his hands up the man’s sides.

Rossi ground his cock down against him, still wet from his mouth.

“For a while.” The man suddenly looked sheepish.

“Put one on.” Stefano pulled at his thighs and ran his nails up the top of Rossi’s legs, sending goosebumps over the man’s skin.

Taking the condom, Rossi rolled it on his own dick. Stefano lifted the lube, snapped open the lid, and dumped some into his palm before he gripped Rossi’s covered dick tightly and slathered him up.

“Fuuuuck,” Rossi rasped and fucked into his slick hand. Stefano tightened his grip, making sure the whole cock was lubed up.

Stefano pushed at one of Rossi’s thighs until the man lifted up. Finally, he was able to pull his legs apart.

When Rossi went to his knees between his splayed legs, Stefano caught a hold of each thigh and spread them wider before lifting his legs and closing them around Rossi’s hips.

Undulating, Stefano urged Rossi down and when the man dropped forward over him, Stefano’s cock turned harder, if that were possible.

Rossi caught and held his gaze for a long moment.

The only warning he gave Rossi was a sneaky smile before he power rolled them over on the bed.

When Rossi’s back hit the bed, Stefano straddled the man’s hips and caught his covered cock. Stefano smiled down at Rossi.

“Topping from the bottom?”

“No, you’ll be here soon enough.”

“Damn right, I will.”

If Rossi thought he was going to object to switching it up, the man was wrong. Rossi was the one wearing the condom, but Stefano would definitely change places later.

Rossi caught his hips in a tight grip.

“Move, please.” The man’s voice was tight with need.

“Hold on.” Stefano’s lips curled upward.

“For what? The ride of my life?” Rossi smirked and swept his hands up Stefano’s sides, then around front and up over his pecs before drifting back down his arms. Stefano shivered beneath the touch and leaned forward. His hands slipped up Rossi’s arms and fingers carved through the hair on his chest before Stefano’s caught Rossi’s lips in a slow, heated kiss.

Using an arm down between them, Stefano caught his covered dick and positioned it at his entrance. Rossi had only a moment of preparedness before Stefano was pushing down on him.

Rossi clutched at his hips to slow him down.

“No.”

“You’re not prepared.”

Stefano fell forward and ran his mouth along Rossi’s neck before he sighed and lifted his head.

Slapping around for the lube, Rossi dumped some into one hand. With a smile, Stefano tucked his face into Rossi’s neck and rocked back on him. Yeah, he’d be tight, but he wanted Rossi.

Reaching between them, Rossi slathered a bunch of lube on his condom covered dick before palming his balls. When Rossi rolled his nuts between his fingers, Stefano moaned and tongued at the man’s neck.

His rocking took Rossi’s cock though that tight ring of his ass and the head slipped in. The extra lube made the move easier and Stefano forgot to breathe when the man’s cock slipped deeper. It hurt, yeah sure, but not as much as he’d thought it would and fuck…did it feel so fucking good. When Rossi pulled out a bit and slipped in a little farther, Stefano found himself relaxing and he slipped down even more.

Rossi gripped his throbbing cock and stroked up with a twisting grip.

“Nnnnh fuck. Oh yeah,” Stefano moaned.

Yeah, okay, he could definitely get behind this and when Rossi began thrusting upward, Stefano slammed back down. Rossi brought his hips up from the bed every time Stefano came down. Rossi’s hand jacked him off unevenly and Stefano went wild.

It was rough.

It was hard.

And it was dirty and unexpected.

Stefano fucking loved it.

Rossi panted below him, his hair darkening with sweat, a sheen covered his chest. Marks stood out on the soldier’s neck where Stefano had sucked at his skin, leaving marks behind.

Rossi released his cock to leave it bouncing between them, and the man’s hard hands closed around his hips. Stefano knew bruises would be there tomorrow from where Rossi gripped him, but he didn’t give a flying fuck—he had about one more minute left in him.

“I’m going to come…” Stefano warned and reached down, gripping his own cock with one hand, the other braced on the bed.

He slammed his ass down on Rossi’s dick while his hand jerked his cock faster and faster.

“Oh fuuuuck,” he groaned and spasmed and then he saw fucking stars. Ropes of hot come spilled over Rossi’s stomach and the man stilled and then grunted before Rossi found his own release.

Jerkily, Stefano fell forward, laying on top of Rossi, both of their chests heaving.Stefano couldn’t think of a fucking thing to say.

And really, all he could have said was, “Wow.”