Page 37 of Shot For Mercy

“Yes, yes,yes,” Em groans. “Like that. Come for me, Cole. I can’t last.”

After three more strokes, I come all over my fist and the carpet. Emiliano shoves me face first into the carpet once more, thrusting quickly and deeply, his hips snapping against my ass loudly, and he comes with a moan, flooding my ass. I can feel his cum as it leaks out, and he pulls out and stuffs it back into me.

“Mine,” he tells me with conviction. “You’re mine. This ass is mine, and so is your cock.”

I whimper.

“From now on, you’ll forget anyone existed before me.” He drapes himself over my back, panting against the shell of my ear. “And that includes my fucking son.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “You’re the only one for me.”

“I’ll be the last person to fuck this tight little hole.”

My breath whooshes out of my lungs at that statement, and my stomach swoops.

“You wanted to be mine?” he asks me, but I know it’s rhetorical. “Just know I take that very seriously. You’ll belong to me for the rest of your life, then even in fucking death.”

Fuck.

“I’m yours, baby,” I whisper, and he kisses my temple.

Emiliano gets up, goes to the bathroom, and then comes out with a wet rag. It’s warm as he presses it against my ass, cleaning me up. It’s a sweet gesture, and he seems to enjoy taking care of me after sex. And yet… I don’t know where we go from here. Do I go back to my room tonight? Am I staying here?

“Come shower,” he says, breaking me out of my thoughts, and I realize the water is already running. “Before the water gets cold.”

I nod, go to the bathroom, and get in the shower.

We make quick work of washing each other, and then Emiliano helps me dry off. I brush my teeth and use the bathroom, and then I just stand there in the middle of his room, a ship with no direction. What the hell do I do?

“Are you coming to bed?” Emiliano asks, and relief makes my shoulders sag. “What? Did you think I was letting you go tonight?”

“I don’t know what to think.”

“Get in bed, Cole.” He sighs, “I’m tired.”

I nod and get in bed next to him, and he turns off the lights with the remote on his nightstand. He snuggles closer to me, pulling me into his body, and my head meets his chest. Em sighs, and his breathing evens out, and before long, I’m closing my eyes too.

I don’t know how long I sleep for, but when the soft light of morning slips in through the blinds, I get up, careful not to rouse Emiliano. I use the bathroom and put on my boxer briefs, then open the door quietly and shut it behind me.

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting last night. I thought for sure we’d fuck and he’d send me off to my room, pretending it never happened. For a moment, I wondered if any of his words and declarations were true. If claiming me was just a heat of the moment thing. But he seems to have meant it, as evidenced by the way he kept me close all night. Not letting me get too far from him at any point. Even in his sleep, he sought me out.

The sex was hot. Hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced; then again, it was like that the last time too. I thought it was a fluke, but it turns out, I just love everything about the fucker. It also didn’t escape my notice that he got those three words out of me, yet he didn’t say them back. Does it matter? Something tells me it doesn’t, that he cares. But a part of me craves those words right back.

The house is quiet as I make myself a cup of coffee, then put two sugars and creamer in it. I’m not usually a coffee drinker, but when I do, it needs to be sweet. I put the french vanilla creamer back in the fridge just as the elevator dings, and I tense, looking down at myself. I have bite marks on my body and nail marks down my back. God, I’m a fucking mess. I can’t let Matteo see me like this.

I run to my room and put a shirt on, then go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened. Except Matteo is already sitting at the kitchen island, taking a sip of my coffee. He makes a disgusted face, and I smirk, rounding the island until I’m facing him.

“You always did like this nasty shit.” He grimaces.

“Yeah, well, not all of us can drink it black,” I reply, going to the stool next to his and sitting on it. My ass immediately throbs, and I shift in the seat until the pressure eases. “I’m sorry,” I sigh. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know,” Matteo says, looking into my eyes. He looks sad, defeated, and I hate it. “But you’re my friend, Cole. I don’t want to lose you. I’ll get over it.”

If he only knew what I’ve been up to with his father, we would be having a different conversation. But I can’t think of it right now. I don’t want to hurt his feelings. So waiting to tell him is probably best. “I love you, Matty. I don’t want to lose you either.”

Matteo leans in and hugs me, and I close my eyes. I hear him breathe me in, and I hug him tighter, hoping he doesn’t smell his dad on me. Fuck, I really didn’t think this through. I try to pull away, but he holds me tighter.

A throat clears from behind us, and I tense. He feels it, and he frowns as he pulls away. Emiliano looks at me like he wants to throttle me, or kill me, or both, and I look away. How am I supposed to explain to him I don’t want to give up Matteo? That he’s my best friend, and I promised him forever, too?

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