Chapter 35

Shay-Lee

"Wait," Camilo said, and I paused before putting on my mask to look at him.

Did he change his mind?

"What is it?" I asked.

He picked up his black Gatto mask off the bed and pointed at the mask I was holding. The one Dion had given me months ago. "If we're gonna fuck in a room full of people, you better not be planning to wear that mask."

Camilo crossed the room, brushed my hand aside, then put his mask on my face. "That's better."

Whenever I thought this man couldn't get any hotter, he proved me wrong. This was the sexiest thing someone had ever done for me. He gave me his mask, his cover, claiming me as his.

My lips curled. "You're right. It does fit better." I touched my new mask, the pads of my fingers softly tracing over the curves and shape of it. It smelled of his rich, woodsy cologne with a hint of tobacco.

"Make sure not to take it off," he warned, then took Dion's mask and put it on his face—a blunt fuck-you to the big boss.

God, what a man.

"I won't."

"That's my Llorón," he said proudly, opening the door and waiting for me to step out first.

Walking around the club, wearing Camilo's mask while having him by my side, made me feel safe. It felt even better with each look we got from the employees and patrons. Those who knew Nero looked at me with jealousy, and those who didn't perhaps thought I was a new Gatto. The curiosity and interest of others pumped me with adrenaline, which was good, considering what we were about to do.

When we reached our destination, Camilo opened the door for me and waited until I entered the room. As always, the dark salon was filled with people having sex. Tonight, I planned on letting Camilo fuck me for anyone to see. What could I say? The idea of people watching us fuck turned me on, partly because I was a kinky fucker, but mostly for my need to claim and be claimed. My fantasy became a whole lot better, thanks to Camilo making me wear his mask. His identity.

Taking my hand, he led the way until we settled on a hand-carved wooden armchair with white padding at the center of the room. Sitting down first, Camilo spread his thighs and moved me to stand between them. After taking off my tank top, he proceeded to my jeans.

"You've got some fans," he said as he unbuttoned me.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw who he meant and was satisfied to find Dion watching us. Despite having two Gatti, one girl and one guy on each side, we had earned Dion's full attention. The man looked furious, and I bet my money it had everything to do with Camilo wearing his mask.

That will serve him right.

"Good." I tugged my hand underneath Camilo's chin. "He's going to learn a thing or two about properly fucking," I said, then shoved my jeans down and enjoyed the way Camilo bit his lips at the sight of the white jockstrap I wore just for him.

"Shit," he hissed, running his hands over my body, tracing the white cotton with his fingers. "Maybe next time, you'll put on some lace panties, too," he said, pulling on the waistband of the straps and letting go, the elastic gently smacking my skin.

"Is that disappointment I hear?" Looking down at his hungry eyes, I cupped myself, softly massaging my dick over the thin cotton. "You're dating a jock, honey." I smirked. "Not a fucking cheerleader."

"That gives me an idea or two."

"Ain't no way I'm wearing a cheerleading outfit for you," I jumped in, already knowing what he had in mind.

"We'll see about that." Not taking off the jockstrap, Camilo pushed the cotton aside and pulled out my cock. "You're gorgeous," he drawled in a low voice, his eyes locked on my dick the same way they were when he dried me up after the shower. The pads of his fingers dug into my hips as he brought me closer until my leaking tip touched his lips.

"Ever sucked cock before?" I teased, impatient to have his mouth around me.

"You know the answer to that," he said, ghosting his lips and blowing hot air over my aching shaft, causing me to shiver.

I shoved my hips in his direction, and in doing so, my dick slapped his cheek. It had been a long while since I had my cock sucked, and as much as I loved giving head, I also loved receiving. Especially when the mouth in question belonged to Camilo.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked, lips curling. "I'll lose my boner by the time you decide to work that virgin mouth."

Shaking his head, Camilo snorted. "You're going to regret this. I'll make you come so fast you'll embarrass yourself."

"Yeah, yeah, all straight guys think they can give the best hea—oh fuck!" I choked on my words the second Camilo opened his mouth and took me to the back of his throat in complete surprise. Holy fucking shit.

"Shit, shit, shit." Squeezing my eyes, I nearly folded in two as he continued deep-throating me out of the fucking blue. His warm throat and his tight mouth reminded my dick how good a hole could feel.

"Where the fuck is your gag reflex?" I tried to joke but realized it was a mistake as waves of heat flooded me. At this rate, I really was about to embarrass myself like he promised, but I didn't care. Camilo's mouth felt so good and comforting, sucking me in so perfectly that nothing seemed to matter.

Glancing down, I suddenly noticed Camilo using one hand to keep his mask out of his way as his face was pressed against my skin, his lips stretched around my cock, and his cheeks hollowed as he continued to suck me. It was a sight I knew I'd never forget.

Licking my lips, I enjoyed the ache from his thick stubble that rubbed against my fair skin again and again. The deeper he took me, the more it burned, and the more I loved it.

As he continued to work his wonders, using his tongue and his throat, I stood there on shaking legs, unable to move a muscle out of fear I'd bust a nut too soon.

Biting my lips, I felt my cheeks burning underneath my mask as sweat gathered at my lower back.

"Oh, God," I cried, my head dropping back when Camilo's thick fingers slid between my ass cheeks until they found my greedy hole.

Still stretched from last night, his fingers slipped right in, making my body tremble with pleasure and eagerness. Suddenly, having my cock sucked wasn't enough. I needed to be fucked, filled. I needed him to rip me apart so he could build me up again.

Camilo seemed to know what he was doing since he started to suck me at the same pace he thrust his fingers in.

Fisting his hair, I forced his head down while simultaneously fucking against his fingers, desperate to feel more of him. He didn't stop and only did me dirty, swirling his wet tongue around my shaft before taking me in again until my leaking tip reached the back of his hot throat.

My face grew hot, and my breath caught. "I'm gonna come—" I warned, trying to pull back in time, but Camilo didn't allow it, and as a result, I came hard inside his mouth. A long groan left my mouth as my dick continued to pulse and throb until I had nothing left.

Pulling his fingers out of my ass, he brought his hand to his mouth, then spat my cum into his palm. "Well, well," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "That was fast."

My cheeks flushed underneath my mask because it truly was fast. I'd lasted less than two minutes.

Grabbing my hips, Camilo turned me so I'd face the full room, got rid of my jockstrap, and then pulled me to sit on his lap. So lost in the sensation of his mouth, I nearly managed to forget we weren't alone. He then slipped his finger back inside, only now they were warm and sticky with my cum. I groaned at the feeling of his digits pushing my load into my stretched hole, stroking my insides.

"Know what I noticed while sucking you?" he asked, then darted his tongue out and licked the sweat off my neck. "I noticed that you're such a slut, that instead of fucking my mouth like a man, you fucked your hole on my fingers like a bitch in heat." Moving his hand to my drained cock, which somehow still showed signs of life, he cupped me. "Tell me… Do you even know how to use this?" He squeezed me harder.

"F-fuck," I gasped.

Releasing me, he placed his hand around my neck and pulled me back until I was pressed against him. "Now the whole room will see what a slut you are for my cock."

The sound of Camilo unzipping himself, followed by the rip of a condom, reached my ears, and in the next moment, he replaced his fingers with his hard length. Bucking his hips, he thrust in until I was properly settled on his cock.

"Fuck, yes," I cried as he began bouncing me on his dick while digging his fingers into my thighs.

Riding him, I rolled my hips and moved my body to match the pace of his thrusts. Moans and gasps left my mouth each time he rubbed my prostate, causing my cock to harden. Getting fucked while being watched only made it hotter, and I moved my hands over my body, slowly feeling myself while Camilo's cock made me see heaven. When I felt too hot, I tangled my fingers with my hair and held it on top of my head while shreds of damp hair still stuck to my sweaty neck.

"You like that, kitten? You like being watched?"

"Y-yes. Fuck, yes."

"Of course you do," he rasped. "Your ass is tighter than ever, and that little dick of yours loves giving a show, doesn't it?"

I groaned, loving the way he humiliated me.

Still seated, Camilo hooked his ankles with mine, then kicked my legs farther apart, forcing me to spread wide. He then placed one hand between my shoulder blades, leaned back, and pushed me down until my hands were flat on the floor. With my back arched and my body stretched, I took his cock, crying with pleasure with each thrust and push.

Holding on to my hips, Camilo thrust forward, making me fuck against him with each frantic move. The way he touched my body, my fucking soul, made me feel used and owned but mostly cherished. I could feel his eyes burning into my back, his stare eating me up and adoring every inch my body had to offer.

"Look at you, stretched like a spoiled kitten while my cock is drilling that tight pussy of yours," Camilo growled, spanking my ass with an open palm. The sound of flesh hitting skin echoed around us, emerging with my moans. "What a naughty little puss."

My stomach felt like it was on fire, the same as the rest of me, and I wasn't sure I could keep it up. My muscles burned in this position, which pushed me to my limits. Physically and emotionally. "W-wait," I cried, unsure of what I was feeling. "I-I can't." Tears of pleasure welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. "I-I can't."

"Sure you can, beautiful," he said. Moving his hand along my spine, he reached the place his cock entered me. "You take me so well. So well that I'm just about to die."

"I'm hot," I cried, feeling pools of sweat gathering behind my mask, and I wished it wasn't there.

"Yes, you are." Grabbing me, Camilo pulled me up until my back was plastered to his heaving chest. Holding my jaw, he made me look at the room. "You see? You see how all eyes are on you?"

I nodded.

"It's because you're so perfect," he whispered to my ear, his other hand sliding down my skin until reaching my nipples. "They all want a piece of you." He pinched one of my nipples between his fingers, giving it a painful squeeze. "But little do they know that you're a slut for me and me alone."

"Yes," I moaned, feeling like I was about to crawl out of my skin with how good my ass was feeling, stuffed full with Camilo's fat cock.

"Yes what?" He pinched my nipple harder.

"Yes, I'm your slut," I whispered, squeezing my eyes.

Keeping my head straight, he forced me to look up. "Don't say that to me. Say it to them."

Looking straight, the first pair of eyes I met with were Dion's. He meant so little to me, nearly nothing, but I was glad he was there, watching us with pure jealousy. Why? Because his stare confirmed something to me.

It confirmed us.

Dion's jealousy validated everything I felt for Camilo in the most primal and raw way there was. In the outside world, we couldn't be together, but here? Now? Everyone could see I was his, and he was mine.

"I'm your slut. Only yours, Nero. Always yours." My head was thrown back with a gasp as tears rolled down my flaming cheeks.

"That's right. You're mine. You're mine until I say otherwise." Pulling out of my ass, Camilo flipped us around, so now I was on the chair, my legs on each of his shoulders, as he got on one knee and positioned himself before the chair.

His body was blocking me from the room, and I loved it. I loved—"Oh, God," I cried as he plunged back inside me, pounding my hole so good.

"You feel so good, kitten," he growled in a low pitch. "So fucking good." He cupped the back of my nape and held my stare, and once again, I recognized the look steaming behind his eyes. Only now, it wasn't one of hate or resentment but of a much deadlier sin. And yet, even though it scared me to my core, no part of me wanted to pull away.

Throwing my hands around his neck, I hugged him close as he continued to fuck me until his whole body tensed, and he was done for. With my arms still around him, he pulled out. Looking between us, I watched as he peeled off the condom, grabbed both our cocks in his big hand, and began rubbing us together. It didn't take more than a few strokes for us to burst, and we came hard, coating his fist and my skin with our release while looking right into each other's souls.

While my ass was sore and my cock was drained, my heart was full.

One thing I knew for sure—we were fucked.

In. Every. Possible. Way.