Chapter 10

I need to come.

If Gio isn't going to talk about the kiss, then that is just fine. Great even. I don't need Gio to want me. I can be my own happy ending. Who needs a dick when you have your own.

Okay, that doesn't completely make sense.

We had a nice day. Breakfast with our friends. Lexi and Ryder came over and hung out for a few hours. We got to watch the Giants get destroyed by the Horntails, and Guila and Anthony (Gio's parents said I had to use their first names) made the world"s best fucking brisket.

And the whole day, Gio avoided being alone with me.

Whatever. I'm getting off while he's in the shower. Opening the drawer to the nightstand that is next to my side of the bed doesn't weald the goods I was hoping for. Maybe the other one will have lube or some kind of lotion. My cut dick does not enjoy a dry rub and tug.

I try to lean over without moving my leg, but it's too fucking far. I am destined to never have an orgasm ever again.

"What are you doing?" I look up and see a freshly showered Gio standing at the end of the bed, water droplets clinging to his soft muscles, and a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. It's slung so low I can see a few pubes poking through.

So.

Fucking.

Sexy.

I would give anything to bury my face into his groin.

"Tucker, seriously, dude, why are you lying like that? Are you hurt?" Concern bleeds into his voice. He would be such a great fucking boyfriend.

"I was looking for lube," I huff. I sit upright and cross my arms. Being horny, unwanted, and injured has made me petulant it seems.

"You're planning on jerking off while I'm lying next to you?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

I roll my eyes. "I was hoping to do it while you were in the shower."

"That would have been quick."

"I haven't come in four days, and I've been sharing a bed with you. Of course, I was going to be quick. Don't shame me."

I know he's just messing with me but I'm in no mood for his snark right now. It turns me on, and I want to be mad at him. Not for turning me down, I'm not a dick. But for wanting me and denying us both.

"You're not going to find any lube in here."

I just nod and slowly move so I can lie down in bed. I've just gotten comfy when the sheets are pulled back to my knees.

"What the hell, man?" I look at Gio, who is staring intently at me. He slowly unwraps his towel and lets it fall to the floor.

Gio is naked.

Gio is hard.

Gio is on the bed.

Gio is straddling my legs.

"There isn't any lube, and you need to come," he gestures to my leaking dick. "So I'm going to suck you dry."

"Gio," I whisper.

His eyes harden for a brief moment. "This is just sex, Tucker. Nothing more."

"It's going to be more for me," Gio starts to say something, but I don't let him. "I'm going to take whatever you give me, Gio."

He frowns. "Tucker-"

"So about this sex…" I waggle my eyebrows. I'm not going to lie to Gio. Ever. He needs to believe that I want him.

He looks like he wants to say more but has a change of heart. "Can I suck you?"

"Of course, you fucking can. My dick is your dick. Feel free to do whatever you want to me and it."

He plants his hands on the bed, on either side of my hips, and lowers his head until I can feel his breath on the tip of my head.

I could come now.

This is a sight I will never forget.

Gio looks at me through his eyelashes as his tongue licks up the bead of pre-come.

Dead.

Literally on a higher plane right now.

I want to close my eyes and get lost in the sensation of the best blow job I've ever had, but I can't. This might be the only time Gio lets me close. I am going to need to watch him so I can relive this moment for the rest of my life.

The warm heat of his mouth encases my dick, and as if he knows I'm already close to blowing, he grips the base of my cock, bringing me back from the edge.

I whimper when he lets my dick fall from his lips. "You can touch me," he says before swallowing me down once again.

I run my hands through his hair as he bobs up and down on my dick. His curls are so soft. Every part of him feels amazing. Fuck me, do I want more of this. More of everything. I am going to win him over with my amazing personality.

Flicking his tongue at my slit before swallowing me down so I can feel his throat tighten, strangling my cock. I see all the fucking stars.

Gio lets out a groan and I am done for.

That does things to me.

Knowing he's turned on by sucking my dick makes my orgasm crash over me so fucking hard and fast I can't even warn him. I just grunt like a fucking caveman as my cum fills his mouth.

He leans up, cum and drool mixed together, escaping the corner of his mouth, and just as I think he's going to spit, he swallows my load. Loudly, whilst never taking his eyes off mine.

"Please, Gio. Please let me suck you," I beg shamelessly. He licks at the sides of his mouth before nodding.

My eyes don't leave his as he knee walks up the bed, still straddling me, until he reaches my head.

"That fucking mouth," he mumbles and then presses his cock to my lips. I open instantly. I have no chill with this man. Never claimed to, and I suspect I never will.

I immediately deep throat him. My face nestles in his groin, the course hair smelling like mint and sex. This is how all of Gio should smell when he's with me.

"This isn't going to last long, baby," the endearment makes my heart so fucking happy. "Can I fuck your face?"

I nod so fucking quickly.

Gio grabs my face with both hands, and I relax for him as he goes to town on my mouth. Looking at him from this angle is just as good as looking down at him sucking me.

I'm giving him pleasure.

Me.

The heat in his eyes lights me up inside, and I feel myself get hard again.. I ignore my erection. The only orgasm that matters now is Gio's, and the way he's pounding my face, it isn't going to be long.

Moments later, he stiffens, and my mouth is full of his seed.

I have a part of him inside me forever. Well, for the next fifty hours or whatever, but I will fucking take it.

He rolls off and lies down next to me. I don't like it. I want him touching me always.

"That was…" I can't help but brace myself for whatever it is he's going to say next. A mistake, stupid, wrong, "amazing." He finishes, and I turn towards him. The content smile on his face makes me feel like a fucking superhero. I did that, me, and my dick blissed him out.

"It really was. We should burn all the lube and just use our mouths to get each other off for the rest of our lives." I tell him with all the seriousness I can muster.

He smirks at me. "If we did that, we would never get the chance to fuck each others holes. I kind of want to see what you look like bouncing on my dick." He leans down and pulls the sheets over us before turning the lights out. "Night Tucker."

Speech has left me.

"Fucking hell, Gio," I whisper.

"Sweet dreams," he laughs quietly.

"More like wet fucking dreams," I mumble.

I would endure all the wet dreams in the world for it to became a reality even once. This has been the best day ever. Gio might try to play it off as just sex, but I know differently. He wants me. And now I've broken the sex seal, the feelings one is all that is left.

Giovanni Russo is going to be mine.