Page 53 of Burn this City

He felt Sal thrust along his cock, watched him move in the rare moments when they broke the kiss, which now involved tongues and teeth. Sal nipped playfully at his lips, and then Sal’s mouth travelled to the soft skin between Jack’s chin and throat. The sucking kisses and scrapes of teeth pushed him over the edge. Sal’s movements grew harsher, faster, and Sal came right after him, his hot semen mixing with Jack’s and the water.

Jack rested his head against Sal’s shoulder and felt Sal move again, this time releasing him after a few last strokes. Embracing him tightly so they stood under the water, both breathing heavily, Sal held him up as Jack’s knees shook and his skin tingled all over from the sensory overload.

“Tell me when you’re ready to move,” Sal murmured in his ear.

“No.”

Another silent laugh. “Fair enough.”

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Maybe the most surprising part of the whole thing was how little Sal had felt the need to set the pace or call the shots, though at some point it had been clear that Jack had no idea what he was doing. Still, his inexperienced exploration was enough to light Sal on fire and make the lingering erection damn near unbearable.

He hadn’t expected Jack to join him in the shower—it wasn’t Enzo’s style (though he’d come if called), but at the same time, Sal hadn’t thought even once that the man joining him was anybody else but Jack. Which seemed meaningful, especially after the exchange in the kitchen.

“Is that the only reason you can give me to keep you alive, Jack?”

Strangely, he didn’t think Barsanti had done this to give Sal a reason. Not with how much value the man put on his dignity. Holding him here, clearly shell-shocked from an intense orgasm, Jack wasn’t dignified in the least. Nobody on the outside would ever understand what had happened, but Sal did got the feeling this was the first time Jack had willingly and consciously given up control. And what a lover could he become if given time and opportunity … he was attentive, gentle, eager to please and willing to be swept off his feet. Seemingly, Jack had nothing to prove sexually, wasn’t playing dominance games and didn’t hold back either. All things that Sal liked.

He gently moved away and pulled down Jack’s trousers and boxers all the way. Jack lifted first one foot, then the other to step out of them, and Sal pulled off his socks as well before he opened the door to toss the sopping wet clothes into the nearby Jacuzzi. Then he kissed Jack’s throat. “Ready?”

“Maybe.” Jack looked at him still with that wonder and even awe in his eyes that made Sal’s heart ache. That same expression told Sal that nobody had made Jack feel this way before, and what a crying shame that was. A guy like Jack deserved a whole lot more than a couple semi-rushed handjobs.

At the same time, Sal was grateful Jack had come to him like this. He’d normally have jerked off quickly under the shower, which was the original plan, because the arousal was messing with his head and emotions too much to simply ignore it. Enzo would have been up for taking care of it, but Sal didn’t want to have both of them distracted while Jack was rapidly recovering his mind.

Not that it had done him any good when it came to getting rid of the sheer attraction. Instead, it had added depth underneath and layers on top of it.

Sal ran his hand over Jack’s back and made himself avoid the man’s ass, because he could quite easily build up enough arousal to want much more than had already happened. He’d end up dragging Jack into the master bedroom and taking him every way he knew, and he could easily lose the night doing that.

Because that was another signal; when he contemplated letting the other man fuck him. He didn’t have any particular hang-ups about bottoming—there were quite a few bi and bi-curious husbands out there who had no idea that one of their claims to fame was that they’d fucked an incognito Mafia boss up the ass. It was a thing Sal did when he was in the right mood. Other guys he’d slept with considered him an exclusive top, because that was the kind of chemistry he had with them. Somehow, he’d contemplated for a few moments how it would feel to have Jack’s cock push between his ass cheeks, either to fuck between them until Jack came all over his back, or change the angle and push inside him, or try to, at least.

And he’d liked the idea enough that it had surprised him. Maybe it was because he truly enjoyed Jack gaining confidence when it came to sex, maybe it was because he was experienced enough that a virgin’s unskilled love-making couldn’t possibly hurt him. He could get off easily on how much his partner enjoyed themselves, even if it took Sal a while to get into it too.

He felt Jack’s fingers touch the bar in one of his nipples. “Did that hurt?”

“Hurt is the wrong word.” Sal brushed wet hair from Jack’s forehead. “I’m definitely too kinky for something as simple as hurt.” He touched his head to Jack’s, but avoided the area where his scalp was cut. “That’s just how I’m wired.”

And then Jack’s fingers touched the chain around Sal’s neck, and Sal felt the metallic slide of the ring against the chain. It was done reverently, and didn’t feel painful—if anything, Catia would have agreed with Sal that Jack was hot and would have welcomed him in their house. If not for some unfortunate associations.

“Let me find out who’s responsible. Even if it doesn’t make a difference.”

“Why?”

“Because now I want to know.” That response destroyed the very last remains of any suspicion that Jack might have been involved. It sounded completely honest and was even tinged with a kind of outrage.

“And if it’s Andrea?”

“Why are you asking?”

“He’s your boss.”

“If he could see me like this, he’d shoot me himself. He’s … he already thinks I’m not quite right. That he might not be able to … trust me with his kids.”

Sal turned his head to look at Jack’s face. “I call that too stupid to live.”

Jack chuckled and kissed the place right above Sal’s collarbone. “I think I’m good now.” He reached out and shut down the water, then slid from Sal’s arms and left the shower. He walked barefooted across the plastic sheets and grabbed one large fluffy bathrobe and offered it to Sal, but Sal shook his head, took it and wrapped Jack in it instead, which seemed to genuinely surprise him, but it added a puzzle piece to the overall picture.

“You like to serve, don’t you?”

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