Santori Reloaded, page 5
part #3 of Santori Series
Gio noticed my reaction.
“Do you think some punishment is in order?” he asked. Because even when I was obviously angling for some kinky discipline, he never just gave it to me. He always asked just to make sure.
I nodded, feeling droplets of water dripping from my hair onto my shoulders. My senses were heightened during times like this. Every one of my senses was on red alert, ready to feel and to experience.
Gio stepped closer. “What do you think you deserve tonight?”
“A—” I swallowed. “A spanking.”
A hint of amusement crept into Gio’s expression. “You don’t think I should make you stand in the corner, or make you go to bed without any supper?”
I laughed. “I think I’m the one who’s making you go to bed without any supper.”
He shrugged. “I’m not hungry. Not for spaghetti, anyway.”
“Me, either,” I whispered, eyes locked onto his. I closed the short distance between us and flattened my palms over his chest, nuzzling against him. “I’m hungry for you,” I said against the side of his throat, a frisson of desire skittering through my body at the thought of Gio’s hands making my flesh sing.
It had been a long time since he’d given me a proper spanking—a long time since I’d needed it—but right now, my body thought a spanking was a fine idea.
Gio shuddered and hoisted me up onto the countertop. The sharp edge cut into my flesh, and I couldn’t have cared less because his lips were on mine, strong and demanding. He forced his tongue into my mouth to taste what was his, and I tasted back, our tongues tangling as if they could fuse together.
“Ahhh…” I let out a shaky cry as he pulled my hips even closer and ground his hard cock against mine. My legs went around his waist, and I thought I would come from the sheer ecstasy of being this close to him. “Make me feel it,” I said between kisses. “I want to think of you every time I sit down tomorrow.”
Gio responded by winding his fingers into my hair and pulling just hard enough to make me moan. “Oh, I will, sweet pea. You can count on that.”
He lifted me from the sink and walked into the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around his waist. Then the mattress was against my back, I was lying beneath him, and he was shamelessly dry-humping me through the towel.
The sounds he was drawing out of me with every movement would have been embarrassing a few years ago, but he’d transformed me into such a wanton thing, it was hard to keep my mouth shut for two seconds when he had me worked up.
Gio snatched the towel from me and flung it to the floor, exposing my arousal to his hungry gaze. He was so beautiful with his wavy dark hair and glass-blue eyes, his masculine form dusted with inky hair in all the right places. Even with the strange cruelty that distorted his features tonight after his run-in with Theo, he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Maybe even more so.
“Spread your legs for me, Peter. Show daddy what’s mine.”
I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide, showing him everything.
He loved to look at me, and God help me, I loved letting him. Sometimes he would spread me out on the bed naked and stroke himself as those intense blue eyes ate up every inch of my body. He wouldn't touch me with his hands, but when he came, the wet splatter of his semen on my skin was as warm as a touch and just as gratifying. Afterward, he would give me my release using his mouth and fingers in ways that should have been illegal. Hell, I was pretty sure it was illegal.
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice as reverent as I’d ever heard it. “Tell me I’m the only man who will ever get to have this, Peter.”
I swallowed hard and met his gaze. “You’re the only man who will ever get to have me. I swear it.”
“Mmmm…” he hummed in obvious appreciation. “Turn over and show me the rest.”
“What exactly do you want to see?” I asked coyly.
“Your ass,” he said.
I rolled over on the bed, languorously, stretching my arms over my head and peeking at him over my shoulder. “You mean this ass?”
“That’s the one.” He ran his palm over the curve of one cheek. “So pretty and round, like a perfect little peach. Makes me want to take a bite out of it.” He dropped his head and sank his teeth in hard enough to make me squeal.
“Oh, God, Gio.”
He pulled his mouth off of me with a pronounced suck, leaving a wet spot on my ass that cooled as the air hit it. I groaned at the ache that lingered from his bite. “Fuck. That was—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence before his palm connected with the same ass cheek in a slap that moved me a couple of inches up the bed.
“Oh, wow,” I said, already losing myself to the sensation.
“Wow?” he chuckled.
“Yeah. Wow. You didn’t waste any time getting to the rough stuff.”
His eyes flashed with concern. “Too hard?”
“No. Keep going. I want to feel it in my balls.”
The truth was, I already felt it in my balls. That delicious aching tingle that wouldn’t stop until I came.
Gio struck me over and over, alternating cheeks until I was moaning steadily and writhing on the bed. Still fully clothed, he flattened his body over mine and started to grind. The combination of his erection running along the channel of my ass crack and the fabric of his pants abrading my tender skin was nearly enough to make me come.
“Have you had enough?” he asked against my ear, his voice roughened with need.
“Yes. I’m ready for you.”
Gio stood and stripped out of his clothes. I was so wrung out, I couldn’t lift myself off the bed to watch, but the sounds were enough to drive me crazy with anticipation. He removed one of our many tubes of lube from the bedside drawer and flicked the cap. I moaned in quiet appreciation.
Finally, Gio’s hands slipped under me, and he rolled me onto my back. My legs quivered, and my balls ached as he pushed my knees up around my ears. Fuuuck. My dick was so hard I thought it would go off if Gio so much as breathed on it.
As if in a dream, I felt the warm wetness of Gio’s tongue against my hole, and everything in me tensed. A long, tortured moan came out of me. I was trying so hard to hold on—to not come—it took every bit of focus I could muster.
I was desperate and almost fearful that I wouldn’t be able to last. I wanted to take an active role in the fucking rather than lying there limp and helpless while Gio used my spent body to sate his lust.
Not that I didn’t appreciate that scenario on occasion, but tonight I wanted so badly for us to come together. After ruining dinner, the least I could do was give him an earth-shattering simultaneous orgasm.
Gio’s tongue wasn’t cooperating. The dexterous muscle that had been my undoing on countless occasions slithered and writhed against my sensitive rim, intent on making me break.
When I clamped my lips together and did my best to hold back the moans, the sounds became high-pitched and insistent, threatening to break free despite my efforts. My frantic keening seemed to fill the room, so loud in my ears I barely heard Gio’s chuckle of pleasure.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked.
I felt the tantalizing brush of lips and the whisper of breath against my flesh. My dick was so painfully hard now I thought it would burst.
“Gio…” I panted. “Stop. I can’t— I want to—”
“Want to what?” he purred seductively as he slid the tip of one finger inside me.
“Ahhh…” I groaned. The sting of entry, lubricated only by his saliva, was the absolute perfect blend of pain and pleasure. My balls tightened until I thought they would climb up inside my body.
Do not come, my brain whispered. Wait for his cock.
But just the thought of him spreading me even wider and pushing into me brought another wave of ecstasy. My legs shook with the exertion of holding myself back from the point of no return.
Oh, that wicked finger. Corkscrewing in and out of me as Gio bent to lick my balls.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I squealed through clenched teeth.
“That’s the idea,” Gio said between languorous wet licks, turning me inside out when he added another twisting, probing finger.
The glorious burn ignited my entire being.
“Stop,” I gasped. “Wait. I don’t want to finish yet.”
But Gio had other ideas, and apparently they included wringing every drop of semen from my body. His mouth descended on my straining cock, engulfing me in the most decadent warmth imaginable, and I started to thrash.
Gio hung on with the tenacity of a champion bull rider, not letting up on the ungodly torture. He slurped my cock relentlessly, his lusty moans sending vibrations coursing down the length of my shaft, while his fingers spiraled and slammed in an out of me with all the ferocity of an Oklahoma twister.
He was going to lay waste to me and leave me a broken, trembling wreck on the bed, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I finally gave up the fight and let him have his way. I draped my legs over his shoulders and used them to pull him closer, while simultaneously thrusting up into his mouth.
My hips jerked, and my legs spasmed so hard Gio’s face was smashed against my groin. Hot seed spurted out of me and into his throat, and it was the most profound relief I’d ever felt in my life. My dick pulsed until there was nothing left to give, and I was shaking like a dried leaf in the wind.
But Gio didn’t stop. He was too intent on his goal of ruining me.
His fingers slid out of me, but his lips continued to work my spent cock for a few excruciating seconds that seemed more like minutes. The sensitivity of his throat working the head of my cock was overwhelming. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Gio…” I flattened a palm on his forehead and pushed with all my strength.
His head snapped back, forcing him to release my cock from his mouth. Still, I pushed, needing his lips far away from me just in case he decided to do a little more teasing.
“Gio, stop,” I finally managed to say. “Too much. You’re going to kill me.”
He stared down at me with confusion in his impossibly blue eyes, but a little satisfied smirk played at his lips. “Baby, stop pushing. I can’t move when you’ve got me in a vise grip.”
That’s when I noticed my legs were still slung over his shoulders, and I was pulling his body toward me while pushing his head back. Poor guy.
“Sorry.” I dropped my hand from his forehead, but it took a little more effort to relax my seized-up leg muscles and release my hold on him. I unwound my legs from his shoulders and collapsed fully on the bed, splayed out and boneless.
Gio shook himself out and sat back on his heels, cranking his neck from side to side with a wince. Then he looked down at me with an amused expression. “Too sensitive?”
“God, yes,” I breathed. “What you did to me was—Damn, Gio. I can’t even find the words. Maybe when my brain starts working again.”
“Just relax,” he said. “Go to sleep.”
“But what about you?” I flicked a glance toward his erection, knowing he had to be about to die to get his own release.
“I’ll wake you up in the morning for some hot morning sex. You know how I love morning sex.”
I chuckled weakly. “I certainly do.”
“Go to sleep,” he said again. “I’m going to find something to eat in the kitchen. Something kicked my appetite into gear.”
I felt the dubiousness in my own expression. “Well… just as long as it’s not that salty-ass spaghetti. I’d hate to overdose you on sodium.”
Gio laughed. “It wasn’t that salty. But I’ll probably just make a sandwich. I think we have some of that chicken salad Teddy’s mother sent over.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. But then I felt bad, because Teddy’s mother’s chicken salad was at least edible, whereas my spaghetti wasn’t. I waved Gio away with a muttered Go and turned over onto my side, pulling the covers up to my chin.
But I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t turn off the thoughts that were churning in my head. Thoughts of Gio’s anger—and if I wasn’t mistaken, fear—as he’d berated Theo at the door earlier when he hadn’t known I’d been listening.
When he’d finished his sandwich, brushed his teeth, and settled into bed beside me, I decided to confront him about it.
“Gio,” I said. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.” He snuggled against me, wrapping me up in his strong arms.
“Well, I heard a little bit of what you and Theo were saying before he left. About the killings.”
Gio’s body tensed. “And?”
“And Theo did them? He killed those two men?”
He sighed. “Peter…”
“I already heard enough to know he did, Gio. I’m just trying to make more sense of it. Wouldn’t you rather explain it to me instead of letting me form my own conclusions?”
He sighed again. “Yes, he killed them. He wasn’t supposed to, but he did.”
“What upsets you so much about this? You’ve…taken care of people before, right? Like Z?”
“Yes,” Gio said begrudgingly. “Sometimes it’s either you or them.”
“So how is this different? And before you say it’s not, I heard you talking. I saw how you reacted, and I know you.”
Gio tightened his arms around me and rested his chin lightly on the top of my head. “It’s different because Theo went against my orders and took matters into his own hands. I only wanted him to rough the guys up. They need—needed—to understand their place. There’s a certain order that must be kept.”
“You’re being awfully vague,” I said.
“And I will continue to be vague until I think you’re ready to know details. You’re so young, Peter.”
“So is Theo,” I protested. “He’s the same age as me.”
Gio only laughed. “You and Theo are worlds apart.”
“How so?”
Gio shook his head as if to dislodge some unwanted thought. “Let’s just say your friend has a little problem.”
“Problem?” I asked. “Like going against your orders and killing those two guys when he was only supposed to scare them?”
I felt the rhythmic tensing of Gio’s jaw against the top of my head as he ground his teeth. Finally, he said, “He has a hunger.”
“You mean ambition?”
He carded his fingers gently through my hair. “It’s complicated.”
“Well, explain it to me. All this cryptic bullshit and talking in circles is driving me mad.”
“Then stop asking questions. I’ll figure out how to handle the situation. It’s delicate, and I have to be very careful going forward. You just stay in the house and keep the door locked and don’t trust anyone but me.”
“But—”
“Just do as you’re told,” he growled. Then, more gently, he added, “This will all be over soon.”
I relaxed and melted into him, resigned to the fact that, until Gio decided otherwise, I would remain in the dark about some things. And maybe, in the end, I didn’t want to know.
Chapter 6
PETER
During the next two days, I returned to my blissful oblivion. Theo hadn’t been around, and Gio seemed almost back to normal. A couple of times, I’d caught him staring off into space with a worried expression, but when I asked if everything was okay, he’d simply turned his charming smile on me and said everything was fine.
He’d even surprised me with tickets to the Evander Holyfield - Riddick Bowe fight. Much to Gio’s delight, Bowe managed to unseat Holyfield as the World Heavyweight Champion. As usual, Gio had bet on the fight and won.
As for myself, I had miraculously come to enjoy boxing over the years we’d been together. At first, watching fights with Gio was only a way to get closer to him, but once I’d started learning more about the sport, I loved it.
Gio had been on top of the world after the fight, and he’d brought me home and made slow, passionate love to me. Then we’d fallen into bed much later than usual and immediately fallen asleep.
Something woke me just after dawn. A sound, a movement, or maybe some cosmic signal from the universe. Looking back, I can’t imagine what it was that made me open my eyes and seek out Gio in the pale morning light, at a time when I was usually nearly impossible to wake.
I’d come unwound from him in the night, and I reached out, fingers groping for the warmth of this skin and the familiar scrub of his chest hair. Finding nothing but cool sheets, I sat up and tried to blink the blur of sleep from my eyes.
“Gio?”
I sensed movement about halfway down the bed and glanced down to discover a dark figure kneeling there. Like something out of a horror movie, the thing reached across the bed toward me, groaning as it clutched at the sheets with the fingers of one hand.
I screamed and flew up off of the bed so fast I stumbled backward, the rush of blood beating rhythmically in my ears. But when everything came into focus, I saw that it was only Gio.
I swallowed down the lump of fear that had lodged in my throat and worked to calm my erratic heart.“Jesus Christ. You scared me.”
Gio grunted a response and pulled at the sheets with that clutching hand as if trying to work himself farther onto the bed. Closer to me.
“What the hell?” I took an involuntary step back. “Gio?”
“Uhhh…” he groaned.
I laughed nervously. “Stop it. You’re really scaring me now.”
Part of me—the part that was still half-asleep—thought that’s exactly what he was trying to do. That for some strange reason, he had suddenly decided that what I needed at the ass-crack of dawn was a good old-fashioned jump scare.
But that didn’t make any sense. Gio wasn’t fourteen years old, this wasn’t a sleepover, and he had never so much as played a practical joke on me.
Something wasn’t right. He wasn’t right.
For one thing, his eyes were unnaturally wide with something like surprise. Later, I would think of Wile E. Coyote from the Bugs Bunny cartoons. The way he would hover in the air for a few seconds after the cliff beneath him had crumbled, and that expression of pure astonishment as he realized he was about to plummet to the ground.
