Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Vincenzo

Fred was a flavor all his own, quickly becoming an addiction I'd happily die from.

He gasped right before our mouths crashed together, and I'd have stopped if he'd pushed me away or said no. But whether he realized he was doing it or not, he gripped my open shirt and the second our tongues brushed together, he sighed and his body turned into Jell-O.

I held him close so he wouldn't fall, and fed off his need to be touched.

When we broke away, I wasn't sure which version of Fred I'd see. He might slap me and I'd gladly accept it. But he opened his eyes, and I was shocked to see how glassy they were.

"Don't cry, I shouldn't have…"

He pressed his finger to my lips, and it took everything in me to not suck it into my mouth.

"No, please…" He swallowed. "Can you do it again?"

"Kiss you?" I asked after he removed his finger.

He nodded. "More…do more."

I held his face in my hands, loving when his eyes widened. "You need me."

"Yes."

I stared in his eyes, searching for something… There it was—how'd I miss it?

"You want me to own you, Fred? Take what I want from you, leave you on the edge, make you beg to come?"

His pupils expanded until all that was left was blackness.

"You want to be good for me?"

Bingo. That's the button right there. His breath hitched, and while there was no doubt what he wanted from me could be seen as weakness in the eyes of the people who expected leadership from him, all I saw was strength.

Fred knew what he wanted, what he needed, and he trusted me with that.

I stepped away and moved toward my door.

"Where are you going?" The desperation in Fred's voice was more telling than anything.

"Just locking the door." I did it fast and was at his side in a minute. "Fred, look at me."

His eyes snapped to mine, and with every word I spoke, I made sure he saw the truth.

"You're safe with me; what we do in here stays with us and no one else." Again, I held his delicate face in the palms of my hands. "I have wanted you since the first time I saw your picture."

"You have?" This man, the boss of the Brennan family, an emergency room doctor, was so lost, so vulnerable in this moment.

"I have, and you ask why I'm here, why I didn't squash you or anyone else in my way? Because I couldn't—it would break my soul. Fred Brennan, I've wanted to be with you, like this, for a long time."

"I…"

"Don't think about it. There's no room here for doubt and judgment. For tonight let's just be present with each other, and enjoy each other's bodies."

His fingers, so gently, tickled their way up my stomach, and splayed over my pecs once their destination was found.

"Okay, Vin, you lead and I'll follow."

Holy shit, this man.

Any exhaustion I had a few minutes ago was long gone. All I felt was excitement and the incredible honor that at least for tonight, Fred was trusting me with his body.

I took his hand and led him to the bed.

"Sit here." He did, his gaze never leaving mine.

I pulled back my shirt, letting it fall off my arms. Fred watched every movement, and his noticeable bulge told me he was liking what he saw.

My hair was slightly damp from my shower and I'd wanted to be fast, knowing Fred was on his way. I'd only put on my loose linen pants…no briefs. I undid the bow, and they fluttered to the floor, leaving me completely nude.

"Fuck," Fred whispered, and I couldn't stop the chuckle that won me a marvelous glare.

"You know you're gorgeous."

I shrugged. "I am what I am, but you…" I took a few steps closer, my cock inches from his face. "I want to see your body."

"Or I can enjoy this." He gripped my hard shaft, and I hissed.

"Oh…you'll enjoy it from every hole…but you don't get this until you're naked."

Reading Fred was easier than I thought it would be. He craved submission. This man wanted to be told what to do in bed, and while he was nothing like that outside the bedroom, in here, he needed to surrender.

He scooted up the bed a little, tore off his shirt, and shimmied his pants down in record time. And finally, there he was.

"Oh, Fred…you're stunning."

His blush started at his cheeks and bloomed across his chest, and I wanted to lick every inch of it.

He didn't move at all after I put my knees on the mattress. His chest rose and fell faster, but there was no fear, just excitement.

I didn't look away as I crawled closer, our skin brushing, hairs tickling. I wanted that mouth.

I hovered over him and smiled, only relaxing the second he returned it.

"You ready to follow?"

He nodded. I carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

When my lips touched his, he opened up and I dove in, tasting him once again. Our moans mingled, and his hard cock rubbed against mine, and I willed my orgasm away. I could come just kissing this man.

"Vin," he begged as I scraped my teeth over his pulse. Vin …No one ever called me that. I loved hearing the nickname fall from his mouth.

I slid my arm under him and lifted his chest up and devoured his left nipple, followed by the right. His nails dug into my scalp, only fueling me more.

"Delicious," I hummed as I released him and moved along his body to his very hard and leaking cock.

"Please." Fred was shaking. He was so close…that wouldn't do.

"You want me to suck you, Red?" I tugged gently on his pubic hair that perfectly matched the color on his head.

"Fuck."

I shook my head and stood, hating that separation. I crooked a finger at him, and he rushed over so obediently.

"You need to earn your release, Red." Slowly, I pumped my dick. "Show me how much you want me."

His smirk was beautiful; his gaze never left mine as he leaned closer and wrapped his lips around the head.

"Just like that. Be a good boy and get it nice and wet."

I didn't know it was possible to get more turned-on, but the second I said the words "good boy," he swallowed me all the way down.

"Shit." I gripped his hair, keeping him in place. "That's it, hold it there." I counted to three and released him.

"Again." His voice was rough but his eyes…they were so peaceful.

"I'm gonna fuck your pretty face, Red. You tap my leg if it's too much. Understand?"

He nodded but quickly followed it up with, "Yes."

Gripping my shaft, I guided it back into Fred's amazing heat. Once he'd taken it all the way in, I starting rocking—slowly at first and then faster and faster until I was pummeling his throat.

I could die right now and accept my fate gladly.