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I tried. God knows I tried to focus on the fucking incredible pasta that appeared before me, on Gemma's amusing stories about her previous visit to Genoa, on the picturesque streets and ancient buildings visible from our table. But all I could think about was Brian's hand on my thigh, his thumb tracing maddening circles through the fabric of my shorts, inches from my cock. All I could focus on was the promise in his eyes, the knowing smirk that told me he was going to dismantle me piece by piece.
Chapter 13
Enzo
Genoa, Italy
"Where to now?" Gemma asked as we finished our lunch.
Brian's hand settled on the small of my back, guiding me toward one of the narrow streets leading away from the piazza. "I thought we might explore some of the quieter, less... touristy areas."
My pulse quickened as we moved from the bright sunshine into the cool shadows of Genoa's historic center. The streets grew narrower, the buildings pressing close on either side until the sky was a thin strip of blue overhead. Few tourists ventured this deep into the maze of ancient alleys, leaving us blissfully alone.
Brian's hand never left my back, occasionally dipping lower to squeeze my ass in a way that made my breath catch.Gemma walked on my other side, her shoulder brushing mine, her fingers occasionally tangling with mine in fleeting, electric contact.
"You've been distracted all day," Brian murmured, pulling me into a shadowed doorway and pressing me against the ancient wooden door. His body caged mine, all lean muscle and controlled strength. "Tell me what you were thinking about at lunch."
"I was... I was thinking about you," I admitted.
"Doing what?" His hand cupped my jaw, thumb pressing against my lower lip in a gesture that was both tender and possessive.
"Fucking me," I breathed, the words falling from my lips like a confession. "I was thinking about your cock in my ass."
The admission hung in the air between us, raw and honest. Brian's eyes darkened behind his glasses, his breathing growing heavier. Gemma made a soft sound beside us, her hand coming to rest on my arm.
"You want that?" Brian asked, his voice dropping to that commanding tone that made my knees weak. "You want me to fuck that tight ass of yours?"
I nodded, unable to form words past the knot of desperate need in my throat.
"Not here," he said, pressing a hard, bruising kiss to my mouth. "You need to be prepped. But I'm going to help you get there."
Before I could process his words, he was tugging me deeper into the maze of alleyways, his stride purposeful like he knew where he was going. Maybe he did—methodical, prepared. Brian probably researched secluded spots in Genoa the way most people researched restaurants.
We turned a corner into an alley so narrow our shoulders nearly brushed the walls on either side. Ancient stone buildings rose up around us, windows shuttered against the afternoon heat. No one could see us here unless they walked directly into the alley, and the chances of that seemed slim in this forgotten corner of the city.
Brian's hands were on me instantly, spinning me around and pressing me face-first against the cool stone wall. His body covered mine from behind, his cock hard against my ass through our clothes. Gemma appeared at my side, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.
"I've been thinking about this all day," Brian murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that made me shiver. "About getting inside you. About showing you how good it can feel. And our Gem loves a good risky fuck, doesn’t she?"
His hands slid around to the front of my shorts, deftly unbuttoning them and pushing them down my thighs along with my underwear. The cool air hit my exposed cock and ass, making me gasp against Gemma's mouth.
"We're going to start slow," he continued. "Get you used to the feeling."
I heard the distinctive click of a bottle opening, and then Brian's hands were spreading my ass cheeks, exposing me to his gaze. Something cool and slick pressed against my entrance—his finger, I realized, coated in lube that he'd apparently been carrying with him all day.
"Breathe," he instructed, his free hand stroking down my spine. "Relax for me, sweetheart."
I tried to obey, forcing air into my lungs as his finger pressed more insistently against my hole. The pressure built, strange and foreign and intimidating, and then suddenly gave way as his finger slipped inside me.
"Fuck," I gasped, my head falling forward against the stone wall. The intrusion burned, my body instinctively trying to reject it, but Brian's finger remained steady, not pushing deeper but not retreating either.
"You're doing so well," Gemma murmured, her hand stroking my cheek. "Look at you taking it."
Her praise sent warmth flooding through me, and I felt myself relaxing around Brian's finger. He must have felt it too, because he began to move, working deeper into me with careful, patient strokes.
"That's it. Open up for me."
The burn faded, replaced by a strange fullness that wasn't quite pleasure but wasn't discomfort either. When Brian added a second finger, the stretch returned, more intense this time, but I was ready for it. I wanted it. I wanted to prove I could take whatever he gave me.
