by A. F. Zoelle
Cesare finally entered, looking impossibly handsome in tight black pants and a bright red silk shirt. His golden eyes were bright with excitement as they roamed over Hunter’s figure, immediately noticing the erection that was tenting the silver robe. The corner of Cesare’s mouth turned up in a slight smile as he teased, “It looks like someone’s excited to see me.”
Hunter saw no point in confirming the truth that his body had already betrayed. He watched with a building sense of anticipation as Cesare walked over to him, standing in between his legs as he looked down with a pleased expression.
Reaching out and caressing Hunter’s cheek, Cesare was shocked when the man willingly leaned into the touch. Normally it took quite a bit of coercion to get Hunter to respond to him like that without complaint. Tilting Hunter’s chin back so their gazes could meet, Cesare asked him, “Are you that eager to be with me?”
Knowing that Cesare’s client expected him to be submissive made it easier for Hunter to admit, “Yes.” It also helped that Hunter was still in a fantastic mood from his time with Ryder earlier that afternoon, so he didn’t feel as pugnacious as normal.
Once again, Cesare was caught off guard by how easily Hunter was responding to him. Hunter normally put up more of a fight, which made Cesare curious about what was different today. He decided to see how far he could push Hunter’s unusual cooperativeness. Running his thumb along Hunter’s lower lip, Cesare questioned, “Were you remembering all the pleasure I’ve given you in the past?”
Reflexively licking his lips, Hunter once again confirmed, “Yes.”
“Were you thinking about all the things you want me to do to you tonight?” Cesare continued, carefully watching Hunter.
There was more need in Hunter’s voice as he once again said, “Yes.”
Cesare leaned down to gently kiss Hunter, but it quickly escalated into something heated. It was easy to get caught up in the moment, but Cesare pulled back to look down at Hunter once more. There was a dark hunger in Hunter’s blue eyes that excited Cesare. His voice was deepened with lust as he ordered, “Stand up.”
Hunter obeyed, eager to see what Cesare had in store for him tonight.
Cupping his hand around Hunter’s arousal, Cesare asked, “Are you willing to be as honest as your body?” When Hunter said nothing, Cesare slowly started to work the hard length through the robe. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” Hunter finally groaned, his hips bucking into the touch in the hopes of something more substantial than the gentle teasing he was currently receiving. This close, he could smell Cesare’s intoxicating cologne, which made him even harder.
“Then let me hear you say what your body is already confessing,” Cesare requested, still stroking the rigid length in his hand. “Tell me the truth, Dragon.”
Knowing they were performing for a client who wanted to see him give in to Cesare made it slightly easier for Hunter to submit and say what he would never admit otherwise. “Fuck, I want you so much, Lorenzo,” Hunter finally moaned in the hopes of moving on to something more substantial. “Please.”
Cesare’s eyebrows arched in surprise at how easily Hunter confessed what normally was such a battle to get him to say. Deciding to reward Hunter for his cooperation, Cesare slowly pulled on the robe sash to undo it. “Show me that beautiful body of yours,” Cesare requested as he helped push the robe off of Hunter, where it fell to the ground like a pool of mercury. He reached out and ran one of his hands down Hunter’s chest, and continued moving lower until he wrapped it around the hardness that was too tempting to resist. “God, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Frustrate the hell out of you?” Hunter joked with an arrogant smirk that made Cesare laugh.
“You definitely do that,” Cesare replied with another laugh before he pulled Hunter down to the bed for another teasing kiss. He then took Hunter’s hand and brought it to his own growing hardness, showing him exactly how aroused he was. “But you also turn me on more than anyone else.”
Feeling Cesare’s erection made Hunter want to moan at how much he needed to feel it pounding inside of him. He pleaded, “Then fuck me.”
“We’ll get there,” Cesare promised, even as he moved Hunter’s hand away from him. “Undress me first.”
Eager to move on, Hunter made quick work of the buttons on Cesare’s silk shirt. It promptly joined the robe on the floor as Hunter continued working Cesare out of his pants, groaning when he realized the man wasn’t wearing any underwear. When Cesare was finally naked, Hunter took a moment to appreciate his well-defined physique and hard cock that was demanding attention.
Seeing where Hunter’s gaze had drifted, Cesare wrapped a hand around his dick as he ordered, “Worship me on your knees.”
Not needing to be told twice, Hunter knelt down and began teasing the heavy erection with his tongue. “With pleasure,” Hunter murmured, before taking the cock into his mouth. He expertly sucked on it, earning him the most delicious moans and sighs from Cesare. Even though Hunter was the one who was supposed to be submitting, he felt high on the power trip that came from knowing he had Cesare completely at his mercy.
Lacing his fingers through Hunter’s dark hair, Cesare fucked his mouth with abandon, knowing that he could handle it. Cesare loved that he didn’t have to hold back with Hunter. As much as he wanted to allow Hunter to finish, Cesare eventually stopped him so they could continue on to even more pleasurable things. Before Hunter could say anything, Cesare ordered, “Get on the bed.”
Hunter positioned himself on the middle of the bed on his hands and knees, taking care to make sure the view was good for the client watching them. He was almost trembling with anticipation for the thorough fucking he was about to receive. His heart started to race when he felt the bed dip as Cesare knelt behind him.
Running his hands over Hunter’s ass, Cesare then slid his fingers down to tempt the hole he couldn’t wait to be buried in. He smirked when Hunter’s body automatically thrusted back against him, trying to force penetration. Cesare obliged him by sliding a single finger into his already prepared entrance, even as he asked, “Is this what you want?”
“More,” Hunter replied, feeling like he was going out of his mind with lust.
Sliding a second finger into the slicked heat, Cesare asked, “Like this?”
Making a frustrated noise at being played with, Hunter growled, “You know what I want.”
“You want me,” Cesare said, still moving his fingers inside of Hunter in a mockery of what they both really wanted.
“All of you,” Hunter shamelessly begged for the sake of the client, but also needing relief from the ache building up inside of him, “please—”
Once again, Cesare was surprised at how easily Hunter was giving in to him. Withdrawing his fingers, Cesare grinned at the pained noise Hunter made over being denied. Cesare pressed his body flush against Hunter’s, rubbing his cock teasingly along the crack of that ass he desperately wanted. “Are you sure about that?” Cesare taunted.
Thrusting back against the hardness that was so temptingly close, Hunter pleaded, “Please fuck me, Lorenzo!”
It made Cesare feel heady to have someone as strong and proud as Hunter begging for him. Even though he knew it was all part of the act, Cesare was immensely enjoying Hunter being so pliant beneath him. He moved away, amused when Hunter grumbled in frustration at being denied again.
When Cesare got off of the bed, Hunter clenched his hands into tight fists, feeling like he was going to go out of his mind if he didn’t get some relief soon. “Damn it, Lorenzo!” Hunter angrily swore. “Fuck me!”
Stopping by the nightstand to take out a condom, Cesare looked at Hunter in amusement as he pointed out, “You know, that sounded like an order. You need to remember your place.”
Hunter couldn’t stop himself from glaring at Cesare, although some of his irritation was disarmed by the playful look in those golden hazel eyes. Lowering his head in a submissive gesture, Hunter did his best
to sound remorseful as he pleaded, “Please don’t deny me.”
Lifting Hunter’s chin to force their gazes to meet, Cesare sounded unusually serious as he promised, “I could deny you nothing, Dragon.”
It felt like something important was being said in the silence as they stared at each other, but Hunter didn’t understand it.
The moment was broken when Cesare told him, “Get on your back.”
Hunter obeyed, spreading his legs wide to allow Cesare to move closer to him. His pulse once again began to race when Cesare tore open the packet and rolled the condom onto himself, indicating that things were finally starting to move in the right direction. Hunter lifted his hips in silent offering, desperate to feel Cesare moving inside of him.
“I want you to look at me as I give you what you most desire in this world,” Cesare told Hunter, before he slowly entered him with a soft sigh of relief. “I want you to see that I’m the one who is pleasuring you like no one else can.”
“Yes,” Hunter hissed, his hips thrusting down hard on the rigid length that was filling him.
“I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” Cesare continued, starting a hard rhythm that had Hunter crying out in pleasure at finally getting what he was aching to feel. “Say it.”
“Only you,” Hunter mindlessly repeated, draping his arms loosely around Cesare’s neck as their bodies moved together.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Cesare moaned, loving the sight of Hunter blissed out under him. He leaned forward to kiss Hunter, earning him a sinful moan from the shift in position. “Let me hear you, Dragon.”
Hunter didn’t have to fake the noises of pleasure he made as Cesare masterfully fucked him to the heights of ecstasy. He was completely awash in the deep satisfaction that Cesare was giving him with every thrust of his hips. Moments like these, Hunter thought he’d do anything to enjoy being with Cesare, pride be damned. It was a worthy sacrifice to make in order to feel the high that Cesare’s skill could give him, even if Hunter would never admit it. Being with Ryder was its own form of incredible pleasure, but getting fucked by Cesare was physically gratifying all the way to the core of Hunter’s soul.
Cesare could see that Hunter was lost in his lust, so he decided to try to refocus him. He thrusted hard as he asked, “What do you want?”
“You,” Hunter gasped without thought, too far gone to be shocked by his own answer.
It hadn’t been the answer Cesare expected, but it immensely pleased him to hear Hunter admit it—even if it was only as part of the game they were playing for the client. He rewarded Hunter by reaching between them and stroking his erection, to further heighten his experience.
Hunter’s body arched up as he cried out, overwhelmed by the dual pleasure. Without even knowing what he was pleading for, Hunter begged, “Please, Lorenzo!”
“What do you need?” Cesare questioned, still fucking Hunter hard. When Hunter didn’t immediately answer, Cesare stopped working the rigid length with his hand. “Tell me what you need.”
Desperate for relief, Hunter was barely aware of speaking as he haltingly tried to answer, “I—fuck, I need—god, I need—”
“Say it,” Cesare ordered, trailing his fingers along the hard length, making Hunter’s body jerk under him.
“I need you,” Hunter finally managed to gasp, keening low in his throat when Cesare rewarded him by working his hard length with a firmer grip. His body started to tense up as he came close to finding release. “Fuck, I need you so much, Ces—ah!”
Hunter interrupted himself as he came with a loud cry, his whole body arching with the effort. Cesare was deeply affected by the fact that Hunter had almost slipped and called out his real name, which made him climax hard with a gasp of shock.
They remained intimately entwined together, both breathing heavily from their effort. Cesare stared down at Hunter with silent questions, but those blue eyes betrayed nothing. He tenderly kissed Hunter, refusing to let the man under him take control and escalate it into something more passionate. Cesare didn’t know what was different about Hunter today, but he was endlessly curious about the change.
Hunter was mortified by the fact he had unwittingly almost called out Cesare’s real name. He didn’t know why that had happened, but it was humiliating. It was too much to hope that Cesare didn’t notice, so Hunter braced himself for the awkward questions that would soon be coming his way, that he wouldn’t know how to answer. Being awash in pleasure didn’t really excuse it, no matter how incredible Cesare had made Hunter feel. How could he have slipped up so badly?
They were soon interrupted by a knock on the door, alerting them that the client had departed. Not sure how much time they had before the next interruption, Cesare pulled out of Hunter with a groan, standing up as he stripped off the used condom. He held his hand out to Hunter to help him out of bed. For a moment, Cesare thought Hunter was going to refuse, but he hesitantly took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.
Hunter made his way into the bathroom, which was mercifully unmonitored by security cameras, since patrons weren’t allowed in. Cesare shut the door behind them and looked up expectantly at Hunter.
When Hunter stubbornly remained silent, Cesare stated the obvious. “Something’s different about you today.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hunter denied, even though it was a blatant lie.
Pressing himself against Hunter’s body, Cesare caressed the taller man’s cheek as he playfully asked, “Is there something you need to tell me?” When Hunter stoically remained silent, Cesare smiled. “Or do I get to infer my own reasons for why you started to call me by my real name?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Hunter insisted, still embarrassed that he had done such an uncharacteristic thing.
“I think it means more than you want to admit,” Cesare disagreed.
Hunter refused to believe that. He was confident that all he felt for Cesare was an appreciation for his considerable skill, whereas Ryder was the one that was stirring feelings inside of him that he never thought he’d experience. “I was barely aware of what I was saying,” Hunter dismissively stated, wanting to change the topic.
“That’s what makes it even more interesting,” Cesare pointed out with a grin before he captured Hunter’s lips in another kiss.
Hunter allowed it, simply because they couldn’t talk if their mouths were otherwise engaged. It gave him an outlet for his embarrassment, even as he felt the kiss once again stirring his desires. His senses were further clouded by Cesare’s unusual cologne, which aroused him further still for some inexplicable reason. It was infuriating how he always seemed to be affected by something that should have had no impact on him, but that didn’t stop him from breathing deeper for another tantalizing inhalation.
Cesare boldly moaned Hunter’s real name into the kiss, already feeling the stirring of desired again.
“Don’t,” Hunter sharply said as he jerked away.
“Too real?” Cesare smugly asked, defiantly holding Hunter’s intense gaze.
“Don’t,” Hunter repeated with emphasis, a hard edge of warning in his voice.
Trying to figure out Hunter’s reaction, Cesare wondered, “Are you that scared of feeling something?”
“It’s not allowed,” Hunter replied, though of course he knew he was already breaking that rule with his growing feelings for Ryder.
Cesare silently studied Hunter for a long moment. It made Hunter deeply uncomfortable, especially since he felt like the perceptive Italian was seeing secrets he wasn’t willing to reveal.
Hunter looked like a spooked animal about to make a break for it, warning Cesare that he had to proceed with caution. Not wanting to push too hard and lose Hunter completely, Cesare decided to let it go for the time being. Running a hand through his dark hair with a defeated sigh, Cesare complained about Christophe, “I can’t wait until we don’t have to play by Daddy’s rules anymore.”
“I don’t have a
choice,” Hunter growled, feeling the burn of his rage at being subjected to Christophe’s whims.
“I know,” Cesare replied, sounding sad. Hunter wasn’t given long to think about it before Cesare softly kissed him in an attempt to distract him.
Despite his humiliation, Hunter’s hands rebelled by seeking out Cesare’s hips and pulling him closer. One of his hands then moved up to the back of Cesare’s neck, using his grip to help Hunter delve for a deeper taste. Hunter didn’t know if he was the one who moaned into the kiss or if it was Cesare, but it wasn’t important. The only thing that mattered was that Cesare couldn’t keep pressing the issue with words while his tongue was making Hunter feel weak in the knees.
Sensing an opportunity, Cesare thrusted his hardness against Hunter’s thigh, begging in a breathy voice, “Fuck me!”
Still feeling surly, Hunter questioned, “Why should I?”
Cesare wrapped his hand around both of their erections and started stroking them while saying, “Because we both want it.”
Hunter was irritated by how much he wanted to be buried inside Cesare’s welcoming warmth. The man was a dangerous temptation that Hunter didn’t know how to resist. It was even harder to remember why he should protest now that Cesare was stroking their cocks. Hunter finally said, “You’re not ready for me.”
“Do you really think I would ever waste an opportunity to be with you by being unprepared?” Cesare scoffed with a laugh. “Why do you think I arrived late?”
Curiosity got the better of Hunter and he slid his hands down Cesare’s back, before running them along the swell of his ass. He then dipped his fingers in between those tempting cheeks to find that tight hole he wanted to enjoy. When Hunter slid a finger inside of Cesare, he arched an eyebrow at the discovery that the man was already slicked inside with lube. “Seriously?” Hunter incredulously asked, although there was a trace of amusement in his voice.