Chapter 40: Denial

Marco’s POV

At this point, I knew something was happening to me. Something I could not name, or rather, flatly refused to name.

I grasped Fabio’s bare ass in my palms, burying my fingers into his skin as I continued kissing him. All he could do was moan as he tried, as usual, to compete with me for dominance. And this time, I relented. I let his tongue willingly into my mouth, letting him pry my lips apart until we could no longer breathe.

Still panting, I turned him around and let his hands rest on the edge of the pool.

Under the cold night air and water, I could feel my body growing hotter with every passing second. This was an effect only Fabio could have on me.

I remained silent as I held him close, studying every reaction he gave me. His breathing was already uneven, and the sounds escaping him were enough to make my thoughts scatter.

I hated how much I liked hearing him.

I hated even more that I had started to recognize every sound he made.

I gripped his throat silently as my other hand went to his ass. Without warning, I parted his cheeks and pushed a finger inside him.

Fabio let out a groan, and I tightened my grip on his throat, lifting his head.

I moved my finger in and out of him as he made those filthy noises went on again. I added a second finger, and he cried out louder.

Oh, how I had missed this. I had missed the way he reacted to me. The way his confidence disappeared for brief moments before returning twice as strong. The way he always tried to challenge me, even when his body was betraying how affected he was.

I wanted more. And somehow, I knew he did too.

I moved in and out, stretching him enough. Once I felt he was ready, I pulled my fingers away and replaced them with my cock. I did not give him a warning, only a single thrust—a thrust that reassured me that I finally had this man with me, in my arms, buried deep inside him. Making him moan in a way no one else ever could.

"Fuck!" he cursed, arching his back.

I held both sides of his hips and began moving.

"Give me more," I whispered, my breathing ragged. "I want to hear your voice breaking."

I expected him to fight back as usual, but no. He moaned harder and louder before saying, "Harder."

I smirked and granted his wish. Grasping his waist tighter, I drove into him with deep, hard, fast thrusts.

It sent Fabio into another galaxy. I could see his entire body squirming, moving to meet every thrust. His voice turned into incoherent groans.

And when I felt he was about to reach the edge, I suddenly stopped, earning a frustrated groan from him. He turned his head sideways as he tried to pleasure himself against me by moving, but I held him in place.

Leaning over his back, I began placing soft kisses against his skin before I spoke.

"You said you wouldn’t care if Ethan and I got together."

Fabio paused for a second. He was about to turn, but I held him in place, placing half my weight on him.

He tried to push me away, but I was on top of him. There was no chance.

"So, if I touched him like I touch you, or kissed him like I kiss you, or..." I stopped midway and thrust into him with full force. "...if I fucked him like I am fucking you right now, you wouldn’t care?"

Fabio was breathing fast, his fists clenched around the edge of the concrete tiles.

"Am I supposed to?" he asked in return.

I let go of his waist and instead reached for his chin, turning his face to the side as I leaned close to him.

"You tell me," I whispered, staying still as we looked at each other with an unyielding challenge between us.

Fabio remained silent for a while, and when he finally spoke, I wished I had never insisted.

"If you were my man, I would care. But you are not."

We remained in the same position for another twenty seconds. No words. Just gazing at each other until I moved first.

I grasped his jaw harder, pulling him closer until our lips were intertwined. I bit him, not sure why, but I did. And when he hissed, I bit him again and again until he began trying to pull away.

I let him, but then went down to his neck, leaving more marks on him.

"That’s gonna leave hickeys," he said hastily, but he still arched his head, giving me more access.

"That’s my intention."

With that, I continued, moving in and out of him at a slow rhythm until he was the one pushing himself against me, needing more, needing it faster.

"I feel like I’m being punished," he muttered as he stopped moving.

I did not say anything. I slowly increased my pace until we were once again breathing hard, our breaths coming out ragged.

Not long after, I hastily pulled myself out and turned Fabio around. His back rested against the edge. Without a word, I caught one of his thigh and raised it beside my waist before guiding myself back inside him.

"I want to see your face when you come," I whispered over his lips.

Then I began moving.

He threw his head back before looking down at me. His eyes were half-closed, filled with lust and need for me, and that sight alone made me lose the little sanity I had lefy.

I subconsciously grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, still thrusting.

His lips parted, and those sounds filled my ears again. I swear I needed therapy because of this man. I fucking did. I felt like I was losing my mind.

"Marco... fuck!"

He was about to unravel. I gripped his hair tighter as we both looked into each other’s eyes.

"Fuck, I’m coming," he uttered breathlessly.

I was close too. My breathing grew heavier as we panted against each other. Then Fabio threw his head back and groaned deeply while calling out my name.

Seconds later, I followed, calling out his name too as I rested my forehead against his shoulder.

I felt his hand move to my hair, brushing it back, while I, in turn, finally let go of his hair.