[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 31: You’re Mine. Don’t Forget That

"Good," Matteo said, his eyes blinking shut for a second. "Now, use your tongue. Circle the tip while you pull me in deeper. Use your hands to stroke the base so I can feel you everywhere."

Adrian followed the instructions, his confidence growing as he heard Matteo’s breathing turn heavy. He wrapped one hand around the bottom, his other hand bracing against Matteo’s knee, and began to slide his mouth down. He went as deep as he could until he felt the back of his throat, his eyes watering slightly from the size.

"That’s it... fuck, Adrian," Matteo groaned, his head falling back against the chair. He began to guide Adrian’s head with his hands, setting a slow, steady rhythm. "Use your lips to create pressure. Tighter. There... right there."

The sound of Matteo sounding so broken and needy under Adrian’s touch sent a thrill of heat through Adrian’s body. He started to move faster, his tongue swirling against the underside of the cock just like Matteo had done to him.

Matteo’s hands were no longer just guiding; they were gripping Adrian’s hair, his hold tightening. "You’re a fast learner," Matteo choked out, his voice thick with building pleasure. "Faster... give me more." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Adrian let his instincts take over, his mouth working in a rhythmic, wet suction that had Matteo’s entire body vibrating with tension.

He focused on the heat and the way Matteo’s breath hitched every time Adrian swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip.

Matteo’s hands were buried deep in Adrian’s hair, as he tried to keep his composure. "Adrian... fuck... you’re doing it perfectly," he groaned, his voice breaking.

Adrian tightened his grip with one hand at the base, pumping in sync with his mouth. He leaned in further, taking as much as he could, his throat opening up to accommodate Matteo’s thickness. The wet, slapping sounds of the friction filled the quiet rooftop, mixing with the distant sound of the city below.

"Right there," Matteo groaned, his hips beginning to thrust upward, seeking more pressure. "Don’t stop... give me everything."

Adrian doubled his efforts. He used his tongue to flick against the bottom of his cock while his lips created a hot pressure. He feels the muscles in Matteo’s thighs jumping, his entire frame beginning to shake under the intensity of the pleasure.

Matteo’s head fell back, his eyes squeezed shut. "I’m... I’m close, Adrian! Faster!"

Adrian moved his mouth in a blurring rhythm, his cheeks hollowing as he pulled harder. Matteo let out a loud moan. "Fuck... just like that, baby. Go faster. Yes, baby, I’m so close!"

Matteo’s breath turned into a series of heavy gasps. His hands tightened in Adrian’s hair. "Baby, I’m going to cum."

In the heat of the moment, Matteo guided Adrian’s head down, pushing deep until he hit the back of Adrian’s throat. Adrian let out a small, muffled cough as Matteo reached his limit. With a fast, fluid motion, Matteo pulled back, using his hand to finish the stroke as he surged forward.

"Adrian! Kiss me!"

He pulled Adrian up by the back of his neck, meeting him halfway. Matteo grabbed Adrian’s lips in a bruising, hungry kiss just as he began to release. He moaned into Adrian’s mouth, a guttural "fuck yeah," as his body arched off the chair. His hips bucked with every pulse, his release hitting his own hand as he kept his mouth locked onto Adrian’s. Matteo was shaking, the intensity of the climax hitting him harder than it ever had before.

When the last drop finally came, Matteo slumped back into the chair, his eyes slowly opening to look at Adrian with pure, stunned adoration.

Adrian reached for a tissue, quietly cleaning Matteo’s hand and skin. Matteo watched him with a heavy gaze, then reached out and pulled Adrian onto his lap, right over his throbbing heat. His fingers trembled slightly as he brushed a stray hair from Adrian’s forehead, his eyes lingering on him.

Adrian felt the weight of that stare and looked away, his face flushing deep red. "I’m shy," he whispered, quickly burying his face in the crook of Matteo’s neck to hide.

"No, baby," Matteo murmured, his voice a low rumble against Adrian’s ear. "Let me look at you for a minute."

Adrian slowly lifted his head. Matteo brushed his thumb over Adrian’s lower lip, his gaze soft.

"Everything about you is beautiful," he said quietly. "It’s all I want."

He pulled Adrian back into a deep kiss, holding him there until they were both short of breath, then wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug.

As they sat there, with the city lights twinkling behind them, Adrian whispered into Matteo’s neck. "How did you... How did you become a Mafia boss? The ’devil’?"

Matteo gave a small smile, he stayed quiet for a moment, taking a slow breath before speaking.

"Being in the mafia... It’s in the blood for the Marcones. You’ll meet the rest of my family someday. They’re all guarded, just like me. I’m just the one people call wicked because I’m the face they see the most."

"Why is Mark so different then?" Adrian asked.

"He’s different because he spent most of his life abroad with our mother," Matteo explained, his hand stroking Adrian’s back. "I stayed here with our father. It shaped us differently. Mark is the soft one. I’m the hard one." He paused, his grip tightening just a fraction. "Why are you asking? Do you prefer Mark over me?"

Adrian let out a soft huff. "Try to at least try to hide your jealousy once in a while."

"No," Matteo said flatly. "You’re mine. I’ll be openly jealous and possessive whenever I want. So tell me, do you prefer him?"

Adrian didn’t answer. He stood up and started gathering his clothes. "Let’s get dressed."

They dressed in a heavy silence. Matteo didn’t say another word, his face turning stony and cold again as he led Adrian back inside the house. He held Adrian’s hand firmly, but the jealousy was radiating off him in waves. Adrian didn’t say anything, but he was smiling secretly to himself, enjoying how much power he had over the "Mafia boss."

When they finally reached the bedroom, the tension was still thick.

"We should shower," Matteo said shortly. He didn’t meet Adrian’s eyes, but he reached out to help Adrian pull his shirt over his head.

Adrian watched him for a second, seeing the way Matteo’s jaw was set. "Fine. It was just a question, Matteo. I—"

Matteo cut him off, his voice low and demanding. "Do you prefer Mark or me?"

Adrian leaned in closer, pressing a lingering kiss to Matteo’s cheek. "You," he whispered. "Now let’s go shower."

Only then did a genuine smile finally break across Matteo’s face. He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and followed Adrian into the bathroom, the coldness from the rooftop finally melting away.

As the steam began to fill the room, Matteo stepped under the spray with Adrian, helping him lather soap over his shoulders.

"Adrian," Matteo said, his voice low over the sound of the water. "Can you take some time off work?"

Adrian blinked, a little surprised by the question, as he wiped the water from his eyes. "Like... how many days?"

Adrian paused, looking at him, confused. "Why do you need that many days?"

"I have some business to handle," Matteo said, his hands moving gently as he rinsed the soap from Adrian’s back. "But I also want to celebrate you. I have a place outside the city... a private villa on a cliff. It’s quiet and secluded"

He paused slightly.

"I want to take you there for your birthday. You can also invite your friends if you want."

Adrian turned to face him, his expression clouding with worry. "Matteo, you really don’t have to do this. I told you about my birthdays... I don’t want anything to happen."

"Babe," Matteo said softly. He stopped, looking directly into Adrian’s eyes with a flicker of hesitation. "Pardon me for calling you that... but listen to me."

He stepped closer, the water cascading over both of them. "Nothing is going to happen on your birthday. My best men will be there, and the place is heavily secured. No one would dare try anything. It’s private, it’s safe, and I promise you, the only thing that will happen that day is a celebration. Just trust me."

Adrian was about to say no, the old fear still holding him back. But before he could speak, Matteo reached for his hand, squeezing it gently.

"Baby, please," Matteo murmured, his eyes searching Adrian’s. "Don’t say no to me."

Adrian looked at him for a long beat, seeing the genuine desire to make him happy. Finally, he let out a slow breath and nodded. "Okay. Fine." He paused, a new worry crossing his mind. "But I don’t know how I’d invite my friends. They wouldn’t come."

"Why not?" Matteo asked.

"Because they’re all terrified of you, Matteo," Adrian answered honestly.

Matteo let out a short, dry chuckle. "Then I’ll invite them myself."

Adrian’s eyes widened. "How? You’ll scare them more."

Matteo turned Adrian around, leaning in to kiss the back of his neck as the warm water poured over them. "Just focus on me. Let me handle the rest."