[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Matteo suddenly pulled back, his breathing heavy. He gently set Adrian down, their feet finding the floor, as he reached up and gently cupped Adrian’s face, holding him in place.

"Wait... baby, wait," he murmured, their foreheads touching. "Can we talk first?"

They stood inches apart, both of them breathing hard, the air in the room thick with tension. Matteo held Adrian’s face between his palms, his thumbs tracing the line of his cheekbones. "I need us to talk, Adrian. Just for a minute."

Adrian stared at him, his gaze uncontrollably drifting down, past Matteo’s neck, across his broad chest, and landing on the heavy, insistent thick cock behind his trousers. His mouth went dry. He looked back up, his eyes glassy with need.

Matteo began unbuttoning his jacket, his hands steady while Adrian’s trembled as he reached out to help. As the jacket and then the shirt fell away, revealing the skin Adrian had been dreaming of, his resolve snapped.

He stepped closer, pressing his face into the crook of Matteo’s neck, inhaling that familiar, intoxicating scent. He kissed the sensitive skin of his throat, then traced a line of heat down to his chest, his hands roaming hungrily over Matteo’s hard muscles.

"I can’t wait," Adrian gasped, his voice cracking. He looked up, his eyes pleading, his body aching with a raw, physical intensity. "I’m so fucking horny, Matteo. I can’t talk. I just need you. Please, Matteo... Fuck me."

He searched Matteo’s expression for a sign of hesitation or a demand to slow down, but he found none. Matteo’s eyes darkened, the last of his restraint shattering.

"Damn it," Matteo growled.

He didn’t say another word. He crashed his lips onto Adrian’s, the kiss sending them stumbling backward until the edge of the bed caught them behind the knees. They tumbled down together, caught in a tangle of limbs and the urgent, frantic need to be as close as possible.

Adrian’s breathing turned uneven, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the moment overwhelmed him.

With trembling fingers, he started unbuttoning his shirt, his movements rushed, impatient.

Matteo stepped in without hesitation, helping him, his movements efficient and hungry, stripping the fabric away.

When Adrian was finally bare, exposed and trembling before him, Matteo didn’t rush to cover him. Instead, he took his time, his eyes darkening as he traced a slow, deliberate path from the hollow of Adrian’s neck, down the center of his chest, lingering at his navel before dipping lower.

When Matteo’s palm finally closed around Adrian’s thick, rock-hard cock, a raw sound ripped from Adrian’s throat.

Matteo didn’t hesitate; he stroked slowly, his thumb rubbing hardly against the sensitive, leaking tip, his hand sliding up and down in a rhythmic, punishing stroke. Every time Matteo gripped him, Adrian’s hips bucked off the mattress, his head thrashing back as waves of intense pleasure shattered his focus.

Matteo’s touch was everywhere, his other hand roaming, pinching and kneading Adrian’s skin, leaving him desperate for relief. His grip on Adrian’s cock tightened, teasing and stroking with a wicked, commanding pace that forced Adrian to lose all composure.

"Fuck," Adrian groaned, his fingers digging into Matteo’s shoulders, his nails leaving crescents in the man’s skin. "Please, Matteo, just fuck me. Fuck me hard, don’t hold back, just take me."

Matteo’s eyes burned with a dark, predatory hunger as he leaned down, against Adrian’s ear. "I’m not going to hurt you, but I’m going to make you beg. We’re doing this right. I’m going to start slow, to make sure you’re ready for exactly how rough I’m going to be with you later. So... Calm down, baby—breathe for me."

Every word fell from Matteo’s lips in a low, deliberate murmur, each one laced with promise, telling Adrian exactly how he intended to unravel him, piece by piece.

Adrian could only manage a nod, his body twitching as Matteo’s hand continued to work him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, his cock throbbing and pulsing against Matteo’s relentless palm.

Adrian’s eyes were squeezed shut, as he fisted the bedsheets. His hips bucked uncontrollably, a rhythmic, desperate motion that invited Matteo’s relentless touch.

Matteo paused only for a second, discarding his trousers to reveal his thick, throbbing cock, which stood rigid and demanding. He grabbed a bottle of lube, pouring the slick liquid generously over Adrian’s twitching cock and his own, his eyes never leaving the sight of Adrian’s pleasure.

Matteo moved between Adrian’s thighs, spreading them wide to expose him fully. With one hand, he resumed a steady stroke on Adrian’s cock, his fingers curling around the base and sliding to the sensitive, leaking head. Adrian let out a broken, high-pitched moan that shuddered through the room.

"Yes, baby, right there... just like that," Adrian said.

Matteo stopped, his pulse hammering. "What did you say?" he growled, his voice thick with arousal.

Adrian, lost in the haze, barely opened his eyes. "Just... please, don’t stop. Just keep doing it."

Matteo said, "I thought as much... I heard it wrong."

Matteo gritted his teeth, the sound of Adrian’s raw need acting like gasoline on a fire. He poured more lube onto his own thick shaft, bracing himself at Adrian’s entrance. Suddenly, a jarring ringtone sliced through the heavy, heated air.

Adrian’s phone, sitting on the nightstand, lit up.

Matteo glanced at the screen. Iris.

His face darkened, a dangerous, possessive smirk curling his lips. He grabbed the phone and shoved it into Adrian’s line of sight. "Pick it up," Matteo said.

"No," Adrian gasped, breathless. "It’s not necessary—"

"Pick it up," Matteo repeated, his voice dangerously smooth.

Adrian tapped the answer button with trembling fingers. Matteo ordered him to stay silent, then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pressed his slick cock against Adrian’s entrance. He didn’t thrust yet; he just pushed, sliding an inch inside.

"Fuck!" Adrian screamed into the phone. The sound was ragged, wet, and unmistakably intimate.

Matteo reached over and tapped the speakerphone icon. With a powerful, grinding thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, burying his cock deep inside Adrian’s tight, hot core. Adrian let out a shattered, high-pitched wail, his voice echoing clearly through the speaker as the friction caused his body to spasm.

Matteo began to pound into him, a relentless, heavy rhythm that forced loud moans from Adrian’s throat. Each time Matteo hit a sensitive spot, Adrian’s voice cracked into a plea: "Matteo... please... oh god, Matteo!"

Through the speaker, the silence on Iris’s end was deafening. Matteo didn’t slow down; he grabbed Adrian’s hips and drove into him harder, the wet slapping sound of skin against skin and Adrian’s desperate, rhythmic cries of Matteo, yes, right there flooding the line.

"Matteo?" Iris’s voice came through, small and trembling with shock.

Matteo didn’t answer. He just gave one last, deep, deeper thrust that forced Adrian’s back to lift off the bed, his scream of pleasure filling the room and the phone line.

Click. The line went dead.

Matteo let out a dark, satisfied laugh...