[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body

Before he could catch his breath, Matteo’s relaxed tempo vanished. With a sudden, possessive surge of heat, Matteo slammed harder and deeper inside him, driving Adrian flat back against the cool surface of the table.

"Fuck, baby," Matteo groaned, burying his face in the crook of Adrian’s neck. "You are so sweet and tight for me."

"Yes, baby—go harder," Adrian whimpered, his fingers sliding desperately across the wood.

"You know..." Matteo whispered against his sensitive skin, his thrusts turning slow, deep, and intoxicatingly thorough. "You gave me something no one else ever got. You gave me your first... and you let me be the one who opened you."

Adrian rolled his eyes through the haze of pleasure, a breathless laugh slipping past his lips. "Oh, Matteo... I’d already had sex before meeting you."

"I don’t mean that," Matteo said, his voice dropping into something dark, possessive, and thick with pride as he drove deeper. "I mean I’m your first man, literally. I was the one who broke you open."

Adrian rolled his eyes again, though his toes curled at the brutal friction. "Is that really something to brag about?"

Matteo slammed into him with a merciless, bone-shaking thrust that stole the breath right out of Adrian’s lungs.

"Fuck—!" Adrian screamed, his back arching off the table.

"Yes, baby, it’s something to brag about," Matteo growled, his hips working in a relentless, punishing rhythm. "Knowing no other man will ever know what you taste like... knowing no one else will ever feel this except me... it’s everything to brag about, baby."

Adrian shook his head against the wood, a breathless smile breaking through his moans. "You’re so childish..."

Matteo slammed deeper still, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan. "Yes, I’m childish. Only for you, Rian. Only ever for you."

Overwhelmed by the raw devotion in Matteo’s voice, Adrian lifted a trembling hand to cup Matteo’s jaw. He looked straight into his burning eyes, his own breath ragged and hot. "Then fuck me harder," Adrian whispered, his voice a breathless, urgent demand. "Please, Matteo... don’t hold back."

That single plea shattered whatever restraint Matteo had left.

He reached down, his hands gripping Adrian’s legs raised on the table, holding them spread wide as he picked up the pace. The tempo shifted from slow and deep to something fierce, relentless, and intoxicatingly heavy.

Outside the cabin window, the ocean waves crashed hard against the yacht’s hull, their rhythmic, roaring cadence blending perfectly with the wet, breathless sounds echoing inside the room.

"Ah—Matteo!" Adrian gasped, his head snapping back against the wooden surface.

Every single stroke was agonizingly precise, hitting that exact, overwhelming spot deep inside him that drove him completely out of his mind. Adrian’s free hand reached up, his fingers digging into Matteo’s bare chest, tracing over his warm skin and teasing his sensitive nipple, dragging his nails lightly across his skin.

The added sensation drove Matteo wild. He growled deep in his throat, his thrusts turning faster, deeper, and completely unforgiving.

"Rian... fuck, you’re driving me crazy," Matteo panted, his chest heaving as he hammered into him, anchoring Adrian to the table.

Without Adrian touching himself, the sheer intensity of Matteo’s pace and the overwhelming friction against his sweet spot pushed him straight over the edge. An electric wave of pure pleasure surged through his entire body. His toes curled, his back arched wildly off the table, and a shattered, high-pitched scream tore from his throat.

He came completely hands-free, his body shaking violently in the grip of an intense, prolonged orgasm that left him gasping for air.

Seeing Adrian break beneath him, completely undone and calling his name, was all it took for Matteo. With a guttural groan, Matteo drove in as deep as he could go, his hips snapping forward one last, powerful time as he surrendered to his own overwhelming release, flooding Adrian with his heat.

For long, breathless seconds, the world dissolved into the sound of their heavy panting and the distant, soothing crash of the sea outside.

Completely spent, Matteo collapsed forward, burying his face in the crook of Adrian’s neck while keeping Adrian pinned securely against the table beneath him. He stayed buried deep inside, unable to pull away just yet.

Adrian’s weak arms came up to hold him close, his fingers tangling in Matteo’s damp hair as they panted against each other’s skin, their chests heaving together in a breathless, exhausted embrace.

"Never in my life did I know a cock could make me feel this good," Adrian murmured against Matteo’s skin, his voice thick with lingering satisfaction. "It feels incredible."

Matteo let out a low, husky chuckle that vibrated right through Adrian’s chest. "Should we go one more time?"

Adrian let out a soft, breathy groan, shaking his head against the wood. "Please, baby... not now. Maybe before morning, but my body needs to rest."

Matteo pressed a lingering kiss to his sweat-damp neck. "Okay, love."

Without pulling out, Matteo gathered Adrian up into his arms. Hooking his strong hands beneath Adrian’s thighs, he lifted him effortlessly off the table while still buried deep inside him.

Adrian wrapped his arms securely around Matteo’s neck, holding on tight as he was carried straight across the small cabin to the bed.

Matteo laid Adrian gently down onto the soft mattress and rested his weight over him, keeping them connected for a quiet moment longer, savoring the snug, heavy warmth of their embrace.

"I love you so much, baby," Matteo whispered, his dark eyes softening completely as he gazed down at him.

"I love you more," Adrian replied, a tender smile touching his lips.

Matteo brushed a stray lock of hair from Adrian’s forehead. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow? Is there anything you need, anything you want, or anything you’d like me to take care of for you?"

Adrian let out a weary sigh, his eyelids already fluttering shut. "If we survive until tomorrow... then we should leave this yacht very early in the morning."

Matteo smiled and shook his head affectionately. "You’re too scared, baby.

Nothing is going to happen out here, I promise. You’re safe with me, okay?"

"Alright," Adrian whispered, rubbing his tired eyes. "I think I’m ready to sleep now."

"Let me clean you up first so you can sleep comfortably," Matteo murmured.

He slowly pulled out of him, making Adrian let out a soft, sleepy sigh at the sudden emptiness. Matteo stepped away for just a moment to grab a warm, damp cloth, returning to gently clean Adrian up before cleaning himself.

Once they were both refreshed, they slid beneath the heavy blankets. Matteo pulled Adrian tight against him, wrapping him securely across his chest as they drifted into a quiet, sleepy conversation in the dark.

"Are you thinking about me, baby?" Matteo asked softly, his fingers tracing slow patterns over Adrian’s bare shoulder.

"No... I’m thinking about how much I hate you for wearing me out so completely," Adrian mumbled into Matteo’s chest, his voice laced with mock annoyance and absolute affection.

Matteo laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Adrian’s head. "You love it."

"Yeah... I do," Adrian whispered back, a sleepy smile gracing his face.

Within minutes, wrapped tightly in Matteo’s arms and lulled by the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat, Adrian finally drifted off to sleep.

Matteo stayed awake for a little while longer, watching over him in the quiet dark, before letting his own eyes close only after Adrian’s breathing deepened into a completely silent, peaceful rhythm.

The next morning, as the sun climbed higher and brightened the coastline, Matteo and Adrian’s yacht glided smoothly back toward the dock. At the same time, the second yacht carrying Mark, Charles, Frank, and Maxwell approached alongside them.

As both yachts reached the dock and their engines fell silent, Matteo and Adrian stepped off their yacht while Maxwell, Mark, Charles, and Frank disembarked from the other one. Matteo’s bodyguards were already waiting on the dock, with Tony standing among them, alert and ready to escort the entire group back to the resort.

Before they could head inside the resort, Tony stepped forward with a grin to congratulate Matteo. He then deliberately turned his attention toward Adrian, who kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, intentionally ignoring him.

"I heard someone is getting married soon," Tony said casually, glancing at Adrian. "I just hope his mouth learns how to behave before the wedding."

Adrian tightened his grip on Matteo’s hand and rolled his eyes, refusing to even look at him. "It’s too early for this, Tony. I’m not even going to waste my time giving you a proper reply. Just know you’re going to die single."

Tony laughed. "There he goes again."

A loud burst of laughter erupted from Mark, Charles, Frank, and Maxwell as the group walked together toward the resort entrance.

"You sound bitter for someone who’s still single," Adrian shot back.

Tony laughed back, unbothered. "Jokes on you, Adrian. I’m not even single."

Adrian waved a dismissive hand without looking back. "Whatever."

Matteo chuckled softly beside him, glancing down at his fiancée. "You know Tony is just pulling your leg."

"I know," Adrian sighed, though his gaze drifted idly over toward Tony for a split second. "But honestly...