Oh My Gangster
Part Seven
Mile's
The craziest thing was that I wanted his touch. The thought of his large and smooth hands, running over my skin, sent blood rushing to the one place I shouldn't want, regardless of who we are. Then I could tell his dark eyes had spotted the growing bulge in my underwear, too. The coolness of the room wouldn’t have been so unpleasant with a bit of action. Instead I stood in front of Luca as he looked me up and down, unsure what to do with my hands, my legs, my body. A trickle of sweat pooled at the nape of my neck as I got unexpectedly nervous. I’d never been so awkward with him before, it's not even my first time with him, and yet my discomfort seemed to be the exact thing that turned him on. He ran a finger down my abs, then reached at once inside my underwear to grab my poor screaming dick. He didn't really move, but simply held it with his firm grip, his eyes locked on mine.
"Liking this, aren’t you?" This was the one thing I couldn’t lie about. I was already past half-erect, excited by the warm contact of his hand. His thumb brushed the tip with insistence, pressing over the end, just strong enough for the pain to be pleasure. My breath caught in my throat as he then gave me a few long strokes, quickly bringing me from half to fully hard. He let go of me as fast as he had seized me, hard and wanting more. I shouldn't want more. Why can't I say no and just be done with him, it's not healthy, for either of us but it was there. That same feeling of wanting.
"It really is a dangerous game." I muttered.
"It's more exciting when it's dangerous, don't you think?"
"I just wanted my phone."
"No," He said in a low voice that caught my heart. "You want this, as much as I do."
"We're both already dead, you get that right?"
"Maybe," I couldn't stop my hands from moving on their own violation. I touched his face and felt it clammy. "Mile's, you make my mind go blank from everything else and I only see you."
"I see you, too." His eyes locked onto mine. His deep intense eyes never leave mine. "Yet, you also frighten me."
"Why?" He asked, running a finger up my stomach to my chest.
"Because I don't want to feel anything for you, yet you make my heart overrule my mind. It's terrifying."
"Is this love?" He asked, with so much sincerity I fell towards him. There's no going back, there never was.
"Whatever it is, it's dangerous."
"Danger is my middle name, didn't you know that?"
"I'm playing right into your hands."
"Actually…” He mumbled. “I'm playing into yours and have been since the very second I noticed you. Back then It was just fun, now it's serious."
"If you call this love, then we're doomed."
"Let's be doomed together." His lips, again. They're so soft, so sweet, so tender, I wondered where the mean guy who pops up now and then really comes from. It's like he wants to be gentle, he wants warmth and comfort then all of a sudden he realizes and his temperament changes and the guy I hate resurfaces. I guess we're both as bad as each other really, always getting mouthy, always trying to be one better when in reality we are just lovesick fools chasing something that's impossible. Something that shouldn't be there but is. This won't last in the world we live in. One of us will either end up dead because of it, or both of us could, yet when do we stop it? Now? tomorrow? next week or maybe in a few months or maybe right before we both end up biting that bullet. "I'm taking you to bed, Miles." I didn't answer him, my body did it for me and he scooped me up in his strong arms. Mine gripped him so I didn't fall, although I am falling. Falling for him.
"Beautiful." I whispered without realizing it and I felt the heat of my blush on my cheeks. He smiled and leant on his elbows either side of my head.
"You think I'm beautiful." I choked a little on my own saliva that had been pooling in my mouth for the last few seconds.
"It...was a slip of the tongue."
"Sure sure," He said, grabbing my thigh to wrap my leg around his waist. "You're beautiful, Miles." And that was it. All tenderness gone in a matter of seconds and replaced with desperation, that need. Arms and legs everywhere, his mouth sucking on my skin and fingers pressing against my resistance. I moaned out, it was almost an unrecognizable sound, but his name was in there, somewhere.
"Ahh," I let out as he pushed himself slowly into me. "Fuck."
"I'm...going to fuck you."
"Please." I begged.
"I will." He replied and that was that. My mind went blank and my body thrust into the deep throws of passion. With each push I'd grip his back harder and with every pull I'd beg for him to be deeper inside my body. We were brimming on that edge, a knife's edge and one of these days the blade will pierce our hearts. But right now I was where I wanted to be, in his arms. I don't usually like to admit defeat, yet he's defeated me.
Body.
Heart and my mother fucking soul.
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