Page 93 of That Mafioso Magic
He laughed. “Would I even notice the difference?”
“You might. But know that I mean it.”
“I already do.” He smiled again, and his smile was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever lain my eyes on. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
“I’m so relieved to hear that.” I leaned down, kissing him again, and when we broke the kiss, his gaze shifted from me to something behind me.
“Is there a real violin in that case, or is it just there for decoration?” he asked.
I pulled away and turned to look in the corner where my very rare violin rested in a glass case on a very solid gold ornate stand. “Oh, it’s real. A Molitor Stradivari.” I turned back to him and he had the blankest, most clueless look on his face. I couldn’t help it, I laughed.
“Are you laughing at me?” Adrian asked with a pout.
“I am, sorry.”
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me if I don’t know what a Molitov Stratavati is.”
The way he butchered the name of the violin only made me laugh harder. “Molitor Stradivari, baby. It’s a very rare and expensive violin. Cost me about two-point-eight million euros at auction.”
“Jesus, that’s a lot of money. Do you know how many people could have been fed or had their bills paid with that amount of money?” Adrian asked.
I took his chin between my thumb and finger and ran my thumb over his plump bottom lip. “See, it’s that concern for others that I love about you. I want to help you be that light, that hope people need in this world. I want to do this because I know it will make you happy and I always want you to be happy.”
We kissed again and it was filled with all of the passion we felt for each other. No doubts, and my cock stirred in response. I knew he felt it, because he did pull back. Not quite ready to be claimed, I supposed.
“That means everything to me, Sage.” He walked closer to the case containing my violin, then he turned to me. “And I want to help you take out those mages. Not just because they are a threat to me. But because I know that getting rid of them will make you happy. Will give you peace of mind.”
“So, it’s decided then?”
He nodded. “But right now, I just want to enjoy you as you are now.” He pointed at the violin. “Can you play, or is it just for show and bragging rights?”
I smirked, and pointed to the sofa. “Sit and prepare to be serenaded.”
He chuckled and planted that lovely ass of his on the sofa and waited for me. I opened the case using magic, because it was bound closed with magic. I pulled the violin case open and gently removed the instrument and the bow.
“It’s beautiful,” Adrian said, eyeing the violin.
“It is a work of art.” I admired the polished wood as I placed the violin under my chin and ran the bow over the strings. I paused for a few seconds to go through my repertoire of songs I knew and settled on one that was written by Bach. I chose his Concerto No. 1 in A Minor. It was one of my favorites and I closed my eyes as I brought forth the notes from my violin. I was completely lost in the music when Adrian’s touch on my cock made me miss a note.
“Don’t stop playing. I love this song,” he said, then lowered himself to his knees.
Oh, this was going to be a challenge and one I didn’t know if I was going to be able to succeed in. My pajama bottoms fell around my ankles, revealing my erect cock. I tried so hard to remember the notes I was supposed to be playing, but when his mouth enclosed around me, I missed several chords, just slaughtering the hell out of this Bach concerto. My body trembled in pleasure as Adrian’s tongue and lips worked their own spell on me. My eyes rolled up in my head and I missed more notes.
“Ahhh God!” I gasped as his tongue ran along the underside of my cock, torturing all of my sensitive areas. He was even working my foreskin, making me weak in the knees. His tongue swirled over my glans, then dipped into my slit and I shook from the sensation, missing more notes.
“You aren’t doing that song justice, baby,” Adrian teased, then he took me entirely down his throat and that was it.
This song be damned. I needed to give all of my attention to him. I placed the violin back into the case, the bow as well, and then ran both of my hands through his hair as he sucked me off. This was what I had dreamed of. Just what his lips would feel like on my cock, and the reality put the fantasy to shame. I had to put my hand on the window to keep steady. My cock was so rock hard, I could probably hammer nails with it into a four-by-four with one shot.
“Fuck, I need you,” I growled, then reached down, lifting him to his feet. I kicked off my pajama pants, then gripped his ass, lifting him and he instinctively wrapped his legs around my waist. I kissed him as hungrily as I could while I walked us back to our bedroom. Once inside, I tossed him on the bed and finished removing my robe. He removed the shorts and underwear he’d been wearing and I looked down at him and moaned in anticipation. I licked my lips, because I was going to devour him in the most delectable way possible. “You are mine,” I said, my voice thick and husky with my lust.
“I am yours and you are mine,” Adrian said, then he lay back on the bed, giving himself to me.
I reached down, taking his ankle into my hand, bringing his foot to my lips, and I licked his sole. He giggled, letting me know he was ticklish. He tried to pull his foot away when I licked it again, but I wouldn’t let him, laughing at his struggle.
“Oh, my God, stop. It’s torture!” he announced and cackled again.
“Fine. I’ll show you mercy,” I said, then I let my tongue run along his leg to his inner thigh, tasting his flesh and loving every inch of him. I made sure to lick my way up his stomach, paying close attention to his perky nipples, his neck, earlobes, and when I had him purring and begging for more, that was when I took his cock into my mouth and was rewarded with a nice squirt of his precum.
