Page 59 of Stalk

Despite the horror of him absolutely destroying Anthony, I am happy he’s here with me. I know that heisa killer, and I understand that a large part of him enjoys it. Deep down, though, I know he wouldn’t torture good people like he did to Anthony tonight. I don’t understand him. I may never understand him. But something about Mattia turns off the crazy inside of my head.

I focus on his eyes as he holds my face, his nose only inches from mine. My gaze travels to his lips, his beautifully carved lipsthat could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself, and I take a small step into him, forcing our bodies closer. Something comes over me, and I’m not sure exactly what. I force the images in my mind to pause. I force air into my lungs. I look at this beautiful man in front of me, and slowly return to the earth.

This is the moment where I choose tofight. This is the moment where I choose tolive.

My arms move from being limp appendages at my side. One hand finds Mattia’s bare chest, and the other holds the side of his warm neck. He doesn’t move, just continues to hold me. Despite my swollen lip, I do something bold. Because it feels right. No second thoughts. I lean in and kiss him delicately, and my soul ignites. His lips are soft and taste like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. Minty and smokey and downright addictive.

To my surprise, Mattia kisses me back, and I feel his kiss deep down in my lower stomach, as though he’s inside of me, healing me from the inside out. His hands travel from my face, all the way down to my hips. He pulls me in as close as possible, our chests and torsos colliding, then laps at my lower lip with the tip of his tongue. It sings, but for some reason, it feels right. Like he should be lapping up my blood and healing my wounds. My lips pull apart and a moan escapes from my throat. Mattia’s tongue moves from my lower lip to caressing my tongue. I do the same back to him, feeling dizzy with intoxication.

Eventually, he pulls away, but only to move his mouth to the sensitive part of my neck right below my jaw. I hiss out in pleasure and my body breaks out in goosebumps, despite the hot water pouring over us. Mattia trails kisses down my neck until he reaches my collarbone, which he traces with his tongue.

“Oh, God,” I moan breathlessly.

He comes back up and smiles at me like he’s been thinking of devouring me for weeks. Maybe… maybe he has. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s been wanting this.

He takes my dominant hand in his, then brings it up to his lips. Mattia stares me down like a predator and begins licking the dried blood from my fingers, sighing in delight as he does. He never once breaks eye contact as he laps me up, and I’ve never been harder in my fucking life. The swim shorts that were once a little too big on me feel strained now. Unable to resist, I grind my hips into him, needing some sort of friction. Mattia licks my pointer finger last, then licks his lips like he just had the best meal of his life.

It turns out that my fantasies of Mattia were nothing compared to reality. His cheeks are flushed, making his light golden skin look warm and inviting. His eyes are alive and full of lust. Forme.And hischest—I knew he was in shape, but this is more than I imagined. I want to run my tongue between all of his muscles until I’ve memorized and savored every valley. Want to entangle my fingers in the dark hair that begins below his collarbones and runs down to his v-line.

There is still some of Anthony’s blood on Mattia’s face, near his hairline and at the back of his neck. Feeling bold after what he just did to me, I tilt my chin up and begin licking the blood off him. It’s not Mattia’s blood, but I pretend that it is. The taste is bitter and coppery, but Mattia’s skin underneath is salty and smooth.

I can feel how aroused he is, too, even through his jeans. His hands travel from my hips to my ass as I lick and lick, pushing me into his arousal as much as he can.

“Fanculo a me!”Mattia shouts as I nip at his earlobe.

I don’t know what that means, but it sounds like he wants more of me. I want more, too. My heart is hammering inside my chest, and I feel more alive than I have inyears.I pull away from him, and he whines. I smile at him, happy to see this vulnerable version of Mattia.

“Take off my shorts,” I demand softly, touching myself through the annoying fabric.

The flush in his cheeks darkens and he swallows roughly, then nods and bites his lower lip eagerly. Without hesitation, Mattia pulls the drawstring loose on my shorts, then pulls them down with ease, despite the fabric sticking to my legs. Once they’re pooled around my ankles, I kick them to the back of the shower, out of our way.

I move to fist my length, but Mattia’s hand prevents me from doing so. He shakes his head. “Now take mine off,” he says, voice strained and gravelly with need.

He doesn’t need to ask me twice. With some renewed strength, I unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper, then forcefully push the wet denim along with his briefs down his muscular thighs. Mattia does the rest of the work for me, then tosses the clothes away like I did.

When we both straighten back up, we stand there and stare at one another’s naked bodies in silence. Mattia is true perfection, I almost feel self-conscious, but I’m too turned on to care all that much. His uncut cock is a bit larger than mine, and standing at full attention for me, begging to be touched.

I’m beginning to think Mattia is having some doubts, but then he moves closer. Our chests brush up against each other. His cock brushes up against my own, and I inhale sharply at the delicious contact.

“I’ve never done this before,” Mattia says suddenly, his breath hitting my cheeks. “Not with a person who doesn’t have a vagina.”

“Me neither. I–I’ve never gone this far with anyone, I mean,” I admit.

I look into his eyes, wondering if I’ve just scared him off. His features soften as he runs a hand down my back. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can take it slow.”

I appreciate his tenderness and understanding, but as someone who has never hadanyattention in this way before (aside from using my own hand), I think I’ve waited long enough. Now that I’ve chosen to live, I want to do it properly.

So, I kiss him again. This time with more urgency and need, showing him just how badly I do needhim. I tilt my head for easier access, forcing my tongue inside, exploring to my heart’s content. I think I could do this forever—touching him, tasting him, devouring every inch of him—and from how he’s behaving, kissing me and exploring back with urgency, I know the feeling must be mutual.

My cock aches painfully as it bumps and slides against Mattia’s. He must be feeling the same frustration, because the next thing I know, he’s jerking both of us with his hands. I can’t help it. I break away from his swollen lips so I can watch. With his foreskin pulled back, I can see how pinkish purple his cockhead is, already wanting relief as it slides against my slimmer, pink cock. Having Mattia touch me, jacking both of us off in his large hands, feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before—and it may be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“More,Mattia,” I whine needily.

He chuckles.“Sì, tesoro mio.”

Mattia drops to his knees without an ounce of hesitation, and my thighs quiver in anticipation. I can’t help but work my length as he gets situated. As I pull on my balls, Mattia’s mouth kisses and sucks at my inner thighs. I lean my head back with a heavy sigh, my body tight and full of ecstasy.

Mattia swats my hand away, and I whimper in protest, but obey. Then, I feel his lips lick each inch of my cock, and I shout out in pleasure.

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