Page 38 of Stalk (Assassin’s Kiss Duet #1)

Mattia

G esù Cristo.

No wonder I was having a hard time keeping it up with women.

Of course, I appreciate the beauty of a woman’s curves; the swell of their breasts and the contours of their hips.

But that beauty pales in comparison to Ren.

I didn’t know I could find a chest without breasts so mouth watering, but Ren’s slight muscles and thin frame are a work of art.

Especially as the water rolls over their light dusting of chest hair, across the planes of their torso, and further down.

I didn’t know I could find someone else’s dick so beautiful, either. Or so tasty , for that matter.

We haven’t even done it all. Not yet, anyway. Yet this is the best sex I’ve ever experienced. The exploration and untouched, unkissed territory is simply an added bonus.

I was content getting Ren off. More than happy that I’d made them feel good enough to come back down to earth from wherever their mind had taken them to.

So I’m delightfully surprised when Ren says it’s their turn to satisfy me, because even though it was fun getting to know their body and satisfying them, I need them, too. Desperately.

I wonder if Ren feels as nervous as I did when I was touching them. My heart would jump each time before I tried something new, but once I started and followed my instincts, everything felt right. Natural.

Ren turns around in the shower to grab some soap from the hanging shower caddy, and I take the opportunity to devour their backside.

Their back is a flawless shade of pale gold, and it looks delectable under the water rivulets that stream down between their shoulder blades.

Their ass is small but perfectly plush. I’m tempted to crouch down and take a bite, but then Ren turns around, beaming at me with life in their eyes and a coy smile on their lips.

I don’t recognize this confident version of Ren.

This dominant and assertive version of them. But I like it. I like it a lot.

Their lips collide with mine without warning, and I moan into them.

My cock brushes up against the skin of their stomach as Ren’s tongue memorizes the shape of my mouth.

Their hand finds my shaft, and I jerk at the pleasurable pressure they touch me with.

It’s also slippery. I glance down to see that they’ve covered me in sudsy soap, making it easier to stroke.

Perfezione.

Ren breaks away from me. “I want to make you bleed so I can have a taste,” they whisper. Their voice shakes with uncertainty, but my dick responds to Ren’s words by twitching against their skin.

“Bite me,” I say with a guttural growl. “Bite me until I bleed for you, tesoro mio .”

Ren’s pupils dilate. “That sounds painfu?—”

I grab Ren by their hair and push down on them until their face falls in line with my right pectoral. “Bite.”

Ren pauses for a moment, then licks my skin several times.

Chills run down my body from the small touch.

Then, Ren grazes their teeth over the flesh, teasing me.

I hold my breath, ready for the pain. Before they bite down on me, though, they pump me a little harder in their hand.

My eyes roll back and my eyes flutter closed.

My dominant hand falls to grip Ren’s ass as my other hand holds the back of their neck possessively.

I become so lost in the feel of their hand stroking me, that I almost yell out when they bite down on my flesh. Not from pain, though, but out of surprise. They aren’t biting me nearly hard enough to tear me open for a taste.

“Harder, piccola bestia.” Ren sighs against my skin, and I can tell they’re fighting themselves on whether they should give up or not. “Do not allow doubt in. No thoughts. Just do it.”

They do, and I’m proud. There is a moment of intense pressure and pain, but then the pain blends in with the pleasure of Ren’s hand, and I almost collapse.

“Cazzo sì!” I curse out.

Ren chuckles around my wound, then sucks the blood from me like a rabid animal.

They lap me up, the tip of their tongue getting into the grooves they made with their teeth, until they’ve had their fill.

When they slow down, I force my hand around the back of their neck to ease.

When Ren comes back to a full stand, my blood is stained into their torn, swollen lips.

The scarlet liquid streams down their chin in a vampiric way, and I stare at them, never wanting to look away.

Ren smiles at me with pride, and my heart leaps uncomfortably in my chest.

I grip their jaw in my hand, pulling them into me and kissing them with vigor.

We stay there, just like that, for what seems like hours.

I wish we had hours to do only this. As we kiss deeper, Ren brings their attention back to my shaft.

What they’re doing is absolutely wonderful, but I need more.

I want to spin them around and find out what it would feel like to pound into their tight hole, but I know we should work our way up to that…

I also don’t know if Ren would be willing. That’s a conversation for another time.

“Mattia?” Ren asks, pulling me from my fantasy.

“Mmm?”

“Tell me what you want. I want to make you come, too,” Ren says, their voice laced with velvety promise.

Truthfully, I am happy with whatever they want to give me. My fantasy can wait. “My body is yours to explore, Ren.”

Ren stares me down through their dark wet eyelashes. “Can we take this to the bedroom?”

I nod. We get cleaned up quickly, kissing and touching in between scrubbing each other down. My hard-on doesn’t waver. If anything, the anticipation of what Ren plans to do to me in the bedroom only turns me on more, and I have trouble keeping my hand away from my cock.

I know we’re pressed for time. I have no idea how much time has actually passed since I first put Ren in the shower.

Marco will probably be home soon, and I haven’t packed; haven’t figured out anything at all.

Normally, I’m very type A about these things—but not now.

As soon as we get out of the shower and make our way back to the bedroom, Ren pushes me down on the bed, and I forget about everything that needs to be done almost immediately.

I know the urgency of our situation—Catherine’s people could invade at any moment—somehow that makes this all the more thrilling.

Cannella jumps onto the bed and I laugh. “Put her in the hall, Ren, per favore.”

Once my canine shadow is locked out, Ren gets on the bed and crawls on top of me.

We left our towels in the bathroom, knowing good and well that they’d just come off, anyway.

They look at me as though I am too good to be true, and I can’t understand why.

I want to ask, but I don’t want to ruin this time together.

Ren trails tender kisses down the length of my jaw, down to my Adam’s apple.

They lick at the bump in my throat and nibble on it before they resume kissing me down my neck.

They continue like this until they’re all the way down to the area right below my belly button.

Ren’s fingertips trace my hips delicately, and I break out in goosebumps, breathing heavily.

I look down just in time to see Ren taste my cock for the first time.

I use my hand to show them the best way to pull my foreskin back, and then they take over, suckling on my cockhead and gripping my shaft with one hand.

Taking their time, they lick and suck me deeper and deeper until my full length is in their mouth.

It takes every bit of self-control inside of me not to grab them by their hair and fuck their pretty mouth in the way that I want.

“Faster.” My hands grip onto the duvet beneath me as I pant.

They do as they’re told. My eyes close as I savor the feel of Ren’s mouth tightly wrapped around me. Something tells me this is their first time doing this, too, and fuck, they give amazing head to be inexperienced. There’s no way in hell I was this good for him.

Ren’s hand replaces their mouth, and I buck my hips up for some added pressure.

I can’t help it. This person is making me so fucking needy, and it’s been an eternity since someone has truly pleasured me.

Ren chuckles at my eagerness after coming up for some air.

Their mouth is slick with saliva; their lower lip is more swollen now from being used so much after getting injured.

All of a sudden, Ren dips their head down once more, in between my thighs, and uses both hands to spread my legs open.

I help out as much as I can, then Ren lifts my legs and rests them atop their shoulders.

My body is entirely exposed, and I can’t help but feel a little shy about it at first, but soon enough, I’m thrown back into overwhelming pleasure.

Ren licks the underside of my cock, taking their sweet time playing with me. I’m impatient for more, my need for release growing more and more intense as each second ticks by.

“Touch yourself,” Ren instructs.

“Getting tired, Ren?” I quip.

Ren doesn’t answer me. Instead, their hungry tongue suddenly slides over my taint, and my thighs immediately begin to shake. My right hand fists my cock, my body begging for me to come. Non ancora. Not yet. I want to see what Ren does next.

I tug on myself hard and fast as Ren’s tongue slides closer to my hole.

My body tenses in anticipation, but as soon as the tip of their tongue slides inside me, I scream out.

Pre-cum coats my cockhead, ready to explode.

The pressure inside of me intensifies, and I know I’m seconds from coming. Per favore, just a little longer.