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“You’re something else, Giocattolo. Playing with things you shouldn’t.”

My breath catches in my throat and desire swirls through my veins. “What are you going to do about it?”

He grins. “Remind you of where you belong, no matter who else might get your ass…or your mouth. On your knees.”

I comply without thought, my skirt billowing out around me as I gracefully lower myself. Jude grabs my hair and shoves my face into his rapidly hardening cock.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, and then maybe I’ll take your ass. The last person in there was a Martelli, and I want to see if he’s loosened that slutty hole…”

I whimper and reach for his belt. Jude’s fingers tighten in my hair, but while he lets me undo his belt and pants, he tugs harder when I reach to pull him out.

“I didn’t say you could do that.”

Looking up at him, I raise my hands and ask, “May I suck your cock, please?”

He stares down at me, his pale green eyes darkening. “Go ahead.”

I’m vibrating with excitement as I pull his dick out, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

Using my hair as a handle, he pushes my face closer and I eagerly suck him in.

Jude isn’t in the mood to go slow, as he thrusts his hips forward, forcing me to open my throat and swallow him down so I don’t choke.

Good thing I’ve had lots of practice, and can deepthroat like it’s my fucking job—because as a toy, it is.

Without mercy, Jude fucks my mouth, sliding deep and holding it there until spots fill my vision, before finally pulling away and letting me breathe.

I dig my fingers into the thigh of his good leg, my other hand resting in my lap.

He waits a moment to see if I’m going to tap out, or if I’m okay with his game.

Unlike Tennant, he always makes sure I’m on board first before taking without giving. I might be a toy, but when acting as puppet master, Jude still has some leftover manners from when he used to play with unsuspecting twinks.

Me? I don’t need such a courtesy.

Looking up at him, I grin around the cock still in my mouth, digging my nails harder into his leg for emphasis.

Jude smiles—it’s not a nice look—before pushing back in.

Tears fall down my cheeks, as he doesn’t show any mercy, his cock making me choke and splutter as he hits the back of my throat over and over.

He’s heavy on my tongue, and I keep my mouth tight every time he pulls out, lapping across the veins encircling his dick as he does.

I get less time to breathe now, and I love it.

The heavy, foggy feeling in my head as I rapidly run out of air, the spots in my vision from tears and lack of oxygen… Everything he gives, I take, and I love every second.

Too soon, he pulls out, and I whimper.

“Shhh, on the desk, now. I need to fuck you.”

He helps me to sit on the edge of the desk, my skirt is pulled up around my waist as he strips me of my shoes, socks, and underwear. That’s as far as he goes in undressing me.

“Shirt,” I beg. “I need to touch you, undo your shirt.”

He laughs, but does as I ask. Shedding his jacket and removing his shirt shouldn’t take long, but Jude likes to fuck with me.

He spends forever sliding each button through its hole, and if I didn’t want to come so badly with him inside me, I’d rip the damn thing off him, but I know that’s the fastest way to get him to stop everything.

Once he’s shirtless, he shoves his pants and underwear down further, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of one pant leg.

The absurdity of him being almost completely undressed while I'm still almost fully clothed should make me laugh, but it only makes my heart pound and my dick ache. If I get cum on my skirt, I’m going to have to change, and the thought of walking through the house, wearing the evidence of what we did, makes me flush with excitement.

Jude doesn’t bother looking for the lube that we both know is stashed in the desk. He spits and coats his cock, before tugging at me, forcing me to brace my feet on the edge of the desk, with my ass hanging off. He doesn’t even pretend to prep me, we both know I don’t need it.

With one swift thrust, he enters me, and I cry out. I see him wince and reach for one ear, most likely turning the volume down on his hearing aids, but I don’t care. All that matters is his dick in me.

He fucks me like he needs me to live, and I feel much the same way, even as his cock hurts my unprepped and unlubed hole. I can’t help but push him, encouraging each punishing thrust. When I reach for him though, he grabs my wrists in one hand, pulling them above my head.

I gasp as he forces me down onto the desk.

With his free hand, he throws my legs up over his shoulders, causing me to slide down the desk, and my hips and ass are no longer supported as he gets deeper.

He holds my wrists against the hard wood of the desk, and I stare up at him, seeing nothing in his eyes except the desire to make me feel every inch of him.

I can barely breathe as he fucks up into me, his dick grazing across my prostate and making me leak pre-cum.

“Can you come on my cock, Tesoro Mio?” he asks.

I nod. “Ye–yeah… Please…”

He thrusts hard into me, hitting my prostate, and then just sits there. “ Why should I let you come?”

“Because I’m yours.” I’m breathless, barely able to speak, but somehow, the baser parts of me that desire to give him whatever he wants, makes it so he can understand me.

“That’s right.” He pulls out, only to shove back inside hard enough to force me to slide up the desk a little. “You’re mine, and if I want you to come for me, you will…and if I don’t?”

I lick my lips. “Then I won’t.”

“Good boy.” He slows down his pace a little, making sure to hit me in that spot every single time he thrusts back in.

I’m about to lose my fucking mind when he stops again, making me whine.

“It’s a good thing I want you to come…this time, Tesoro Mio.”

He holds himself deep inside, rocking his hips to brush his cock against my prostate, forcing small grunts and groans out of me.

He leans further over me, somehow getting deeper and making me lose my mind as pleasure shoots through me. “Come for me, Tesoro. Show me what I do to you.”

Jude releases my hands, slides my legs from his shoulders to his waist, grabs my hips in both hands, and fucks me so hard I think I’m going to fucking die from the pleasure.

I scramble for the far edge of the desk, needing something to hold onto as he fucks me senseless. It’s not so much a build up, but an explosion as my orgasm hits. Cum spurts from my cock, getting all over me—and probably on my skirt.

Jude leans over me again, his moans are like music to my ears alongside the thumping of my heart. As he chases his pleasure, I reach for him, gliding my hands over his sweaty skin, sighing in contentment that he’s allowing me this connection.

My whole body is a livewire of oversensitivity, but I don’t complain as he fucks against my prostate again, before stilling and coming in me.

The motions make me shake in pleasure and need, and if I wasn’t so fucked out, I would probably beg for more.

As it is, it’s hard to remember to breathe, let alone speak.

We both gasp for breath, and slowly, he pulls out, making me mourn his loss. Jude collapses into the desk chair, and somehow, I get enough wits about me to sit up on the desk, grimacing a little as his cum leaks onto the surface.

“Okay?” I sign with a shaky hand.

He nods. “Better than before. Come here, Tesoro Mio.”

He slides closer to the desk with the chair, so I only have to slip off it and onto his lap.

Leaning back for signing space, because I still don’t have breath to speak, I ask, “Your leg?”

“Fine. Let me hold you.” He wraps an arm around my waist.

We sit like that for several moments before I say, “I bet Antonio will like this side of you. It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to let go like that.”

He groans, but squeezes me around the waist before saying, “You’re a little shit, you know that?”

I shrug. “I know. But…if he did capture your attention, go for it.”

He blows out a breath. “I’m not saying he did, but…he’s definitely interesting. He reminds me a little of you, small and sassy, and I barely spent ten minutes in his presence.”

I laugh. “Sounds about right. You know I’m not serious, right? I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

He smiles softly. “I know. I won’t deny he caught my attention, so…I won’t shove him away if he felt it too, but don’t push, Roman.”

“I won’t. I just… Sleeping with Ignacio was unplanned, but I want to do it again, as I said.

I want to nurture whatever it was I saw in his eyes, it’s…

I think maybe it can turn into more.” It already feels like more.

“And I hope you know you’re not an afterthought.

I’ll let you fuck me over a desk anytime you want, but I won’t make you fuck anyone you don’t want to.

Sex is the Martelli way, but only do it if it feels natural to you.

Despite my teasing, I just want you to be happy. ”

His face softens, and the smile he gives me is sweet as hell. “I am. More than I ever thought possible, and that’s thanks to you, Hollis, and Ten. So, don’t worry about me. Whether I have my own Martelli or not, I know where we stand, and I’m perfectly okay with it.”

“I love you.”

He kisses me, slow and sweet, pouring words he can’t say into every touch.

He’s right, whether we all find something with the Martellis or not, this, what we’ve been growing for over a year now, is more than enough.